Chapter 142

Shen Yanhui slept in the guest room for three days, and Gu Yan still had no intention of letting him return.

Although he always found opportunities, pinching the little girl's waist and kissing her until she felt dizzy and weak in the legs.

But it was not enough.

When he returned to the Gu Family residence, it was already twelve o'clock.

The lights in the villa were all off, moonlight streamed in from outside the window, casting a sheet of silver radiance. He did not turn on the lights, using the moonlight to go upstairs.

He took a quick shower, lay on the bed but felt no sleepiness. Simply getting up, he got out of bed and walked to Gu Yan's bedroom door.

He grasped the door handle, turned it, but it did not open.

Indeed, it was locked.

He stood there, looking at that tightly closed door, suddenly curling the corner of his mouth, a flash in his mind of Zhou Wei's dejected appearance when he said "she does not love me".

Shen Yanhui lowered his eyes.

He did not understand this kind of pain.

Or rather, he understood it, but did not accept it.

If Gu Yan had had someone by her side back then, he would not have asked, would not have waited, would not have gotten drunk in the middle of the night. He would have directly snatched her away, then bit by bit, squeezed that person's shadow out of her heart.

Using time, using actions, using every means available. Making her eyes see only him, making her heart full of his name.

He could certainly do it.

But fortunately, his little girl did not need him to go through all this trouble. From beginning to end, she was just like him.

Shen Yanhui gathered his thoughts, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

The other end answered quickly: "Brother-in-law? It's so late, what are you up to?"

Shen Yanhui asked lightly: "Where is the spare key?"

Gu Lin was stunned on the other end: "What spare key?"

"The one for Gu Yan's bedroom."

Gu Lin on the other end fell silent for two seconds, then burst into a fit of wild laughter.

"Hahahaha... Brother-in-law, you're locked out again?"

Shen Yanhui said nothing.

Gu Lin laughed even louder: "No way, no way? Yan Yan is pulling this stunt again? Hahahaha..."

Shen Yanhui still said nothing.

Gu Lin's laughter gradually faded, he spoke a little apprehensively: "Brother-in-law?"

Silence.

"That... are you still there?"

Silence.

Gu Lin's voice began to tremble: "Brother-in-law, I was just joking..."

Shen Yanhui finally spoke: "Spare key, where is it?"

Gu Lin immediately said: "I know, I know, I'll go get it right now and bring it up to you right away!"

Shen Yanhui gave an "en", then hung up.

Not long after, Gu Lin came running up with the key in hand, his face still bearing an uncontained smile.

He handed the key to Shen Yanhui, unable to resist adding: "Brother-in-law, how many times is this now?"

Shen Yanhui took the key, glanced at him.

Gu Lin immediately shut up, turned and ran, ran two steps, then turned back, urging: "That... you must absolutely not tell Yan Yan that the key came from me!"

Shen Yanhui ignored him.

The key slipped into the lock, turned gently, and the door opened.

He softened his steps, walked in. Seeing the figure on the bed wrapped up like a cocoon, sleeping utterly defenseless.

Moonlight fell on her side profile, her eyelashes were very long, casting a faint shadow beneath her eyelids, her nose tip small and delicate, her lips slightly pursed, unknown what dream she was having.

He sat down on the bedside, leaned over, and placed a kiss on her brow.

The little girl let out a soft whimper, dazedly opened her eyes, her pupils glistening with watery light, carrying the unique haziness of sleep.

Their eyes met, she blinked.

Shen Yanhui waited for her reproach, but unexpectedly, the little girl reached out to touch his face, murmuring: "How come I'm dreaming of you again..."

He raised an eyebrow, she still thought she was dreaming?

"Dreaming of me again?"

Gu Yan was still dazed, her mind not clear at all, hearing this she stared blankly. After a good while she reacted, her face flushing red all of a sudden.

She remembered what she had dreamed of.

Those images flashed through her mind, he had turned her over and over, from the head of the bed to the foot, from front to back, again and again...

Her face grew redder and redder: "No... nothing..."

She pulled up the blanket, wanting to hide inside, but his hand blocked it. He grabbed a corner of the blanket and pulled it open.

The little girl's sleepwear was somewhat disheveled, the spaghetti strap had slipped onto her arm, unable to conceal the beautiful spring light.

Shen Yanhui's eyes darkened, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips: "What did you dream of? Hmm?"

Gu Yan bit her lip, said nothing. She felt today's dream was too strange, why was he still probing relentlessly.

Shen Yanhui's kiss fell again on her earlobe, warm breath brushing over, she trembled slightly.

"Tell me." His voice was low, carrying a coaxing tone.

"Don't..." she shrank her neck.

He kissed her again, this time on the side of her neck. The tip of his tongue lightly swept over that patch of skin, her whole body went limp.

Gu Yan sobbed, wanting to escape, dazedly thinking that Shen Yanhui in the dream was just as hateful.

His kiss had already followed the line of her neck downward, stopping at her collarbone, where he lightly bit.

"You miss me that much?" His lips pressed against that patch of skin, his voice sounding as if ground out from his chest cavity, "You miss me so much you have spring dreams?"

Gu Yan's face flushed completely red.

She pushed him, but couldn't move him.

Shen Yanhui was still asking, his voice hoarse to the point of impossibility: "In the dream, how did I treat you?"

Gu Yan: "……" She couldn't get the words out.

Shen Yanhui suddenly lowered his head and kissed her, domineering and forceful, leaving her breathless, her already dazed head seeming even more dazed.

She was kissed into a daze, her fingers gripping his collar, her nightgown instantly torn open, revealing his chest muscles.

When she could barely breathe, Shen Yanhui finally released her.

The little girl's eye sockets were all red, she stared at him with wet eyes.

"Good girl, tell me." Shen Yanhui continued to coax.

She was dazed by this "good girl" for a while before speaking: "You pressed me……onto the bed

He raised an eyebrow: "Then?"

"Then……kiss me."

"Kiss where?"

Her face turned even redder: "……Everywhere."

His finger lightly traced over her leg: "And then?"

She turned her face away, her voice growing smaller: "And then you * me past……"

He curled the corner of his mouth: "* past doing what?"

She stopped speaking.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

She was kissed dazed again, and by the time she reacted, she had already been * past by him.

She lay prone on the bed, he * behind her. His lips pressed to her ear, he whispered lowly: "Is it like this?"

Her heartbeat skipped a beat.

He chuckled softly: "Or like this?"

She bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

Shen Yanhui laughed again, withdrew his hand, and untied the sash of her nightgown.

Gu Yan let out a muffled hum, and finally came to her senses—this wasn't a dream!

She turned her head, wanting to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat, turning into a sweet, soft moan.

He pressed against her ear, his voice low, carrying a smile: "So you like it like this."

She wanted to struggle, but it was already too late.

Moonlight leaked through the gap in the curtains, falling onto the floor, like a shallow crescent of water trace.

She clutched the pillow, bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

His kisses fell on her back, one after another.

"Don't bite."

She relaxed her lips, but her voice still leaked out.

After who knows how long, long enough for her to completely collapse onto the bed, he then turned her over to face him.

She looked at him, her eye sockets red.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eye.

"Good girl."