Chapter 27: Take It Off Yourself

The car drove across the long bridge and stopped in front of the main residence on Man Island.

Shen Yanhui carried her out of the car and stepped into the mansion. He did not return to the room she had stayed in last time, but instead went to the master bedroom, his own room.

The silk mattress sank slightly; Gu Yan curled up unconsciously and let out a faint whimper.

The pearl-white camisole dress set off her skin like jade, and the crimson flushed by the alcohol spread from her cheeks to her collarbone, and then to her exposed shoulders and arms.

Her long hair fanned out, spread across the dark gray sheets, the contrast of black and white stunningly beautiful.

Shen Yanhui stood by the bed, took off his suit jacket, and tossed it onto the back of a chair. He tugged at his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

The room was too quiet, with only her slightly rapid breathing and his own increasingly heavy heartbeat.

He leaned over, knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, and drew close to her.

His fingertips brushed away the sweat-dampened strands of hair at her cheek.

The touch was scalding, delicate.

Gu Yan seemed to feel the coolness; she turned her head unconsciously, chasing his fingertips, her red lips brushing against his knuckles.

Soft, moist.

Like an electric shock.

Shen Yanhui's hand paused.

A long-suppressed, almost violent possessiveness surged up.

He had always known his own nature.

Paranoid, an absolute desire for control.

The things he wanted, he had always obtained by any means necessary, holding them firmly in his palm.

Including her.

Gu Yan, you had best be able to stay like this, obediently by his side, forever. Otherwise, he could not guarantee what kind of crazy things he might do.

Shen Yanhui closed his eyes, suppressed the surging emotions in his gaze, and pressed the intercom.

Before long, a maid appeared silently at the doorway, "Sir, the hangover soup."

She wanted to step forward to feed this honored guest, but was blocked by the master with his hand, "I will do it."

Gu Yan had already begun to tug at the neckline of her dress; the neckline was not high to begin with, and with her tugging, more of her lustrous skin was revealed.

Shen Yanhui gripped her wrists, "Don't move."

"Hot..." Gu Yan protested, her voice soft and weak, trying to break free.

The disparity in strength was vast.

Shen Yanhui restrained both of her wrists with one hand, and with the other, lifted her up to lean against his chest.

He scooped up a spoonful of the hangover soup and brought it to her lips.

Gu Yan took a small sip, then turned her head away, "No, it's so bitter..."

"It's not bitter."

"You're lying."

Having said that, she refused to drink any more.

Shen Yanhui's patience ran out; he picked up the white porcelain bowl, took a sip of the soup himself, and then lowered his head to pass it into her mouth.

The maid's face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head as if to avoid seeing something improper.

Fortunately, Gu Yan finally stopped fussing; although she was still frowning, she drank more than half the bowl in small sips.

The medicine had not taken effect that quickly; Gu Yan was still dizzy and started making a fuss about wanting to take a bath.

Shen Yanhui's hand paused, and he said to the maid standing to the side, "Help her get cleaned up."

"Yes, sir."

The maid stepped forward, but Gu Yan clutched Shen Yanhui's sleeve and refused to let go.

The more they pulled her, the more she burrowed into the man's embrace, her little face wrinkled, her eyes accusing, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

"This... sir..." The maid was somewhat at a loss.

Shen Yanhui's eyes were dark and heavy; after a long while, he said, "Go draw a tub of warm water, then leave; you don't need to come back in."

The maid agreed, quickly drew the water, and left the room with her head bowed.

The door closed, and the room grew quiet again.

Shen Yanhui lowered his head.

The tips of their noses almost touched.

Their breaths mingled, scorching and inseparable.

Gu Yan's eyelashes trembled, her glistening eyes unfocused.

"Shen... Yanhui..." she called his name vaguely, her voice soft and sticky, carrying an unconscious seduction.

The final syllable vanished against his lips.

Shen Yanhui kissed her.

He pried open her slightly parted lips and teeth, driving straight in, seizing all her breath and whimpers.

Gu Yan was robbed of all oxygen by this sudden invasion; the double assault of drunkenness and suffocation made her struggle instinctively, her hands pushing weakly against his solid chest.

Shen Yanhui gripped her wrists and easily pressed them above her head. His kiss grew deeper, heavier.

His other hand slid down along her slender arm, brushed over her collarbone, and landed on her waist, which could be spanned by a single hand.

The temperature of his fingertips was hotter than her skin.

He wanted more.

He wanted to possess her completely.

This thought was so intense that it burned until his fingertips trembled and his eyes turned scarlet.

Gu Yan was completely unaware, and with a soft voice, she urged him again: "Hurry up, I want to take a bath..."

Shen Yanhui looked at her steadily, picked her up, and walked into the bathroom.

Mist swirled. In the huge circular bathtub, the water was already half-filled, at a comfortable temperature. Beside it, a soft white bath towel and a set of silk pajamas for women were folded.

Shen Yanhui placed Gu Yan on the soft stool beside the bathtub.

"Take it off yourself," he said, turning to leave.

But Gu Yan grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"I can't..." she said in a low voice, her eyes looking innocent, "You help me."

Shen Yanhui stood with his back to her and stopped.

He had never served anyone before.

But at this moment...

He turned around.

Gu Yan tilted her face to look at him, her eyes appearing even wetter because of the mist, her red lips slightly parted, her waiting posture completely defenseless.

Shen Yanhui's Adam's apple bobbed.

He knelt on one knee to be at eye level with her.

"Last chance," his voice was low and hoarse, "do it yourself."

Gu Yan shook her head, even leaning forward, almost pressing against him, "You help me."

Imperious, yet spoiled.

Shen Yanhui looked at her, his eyes as deep and dark as the night.

Then, he reached out, his fingertips touching the invisible zipper on the side of her dress.

The metal was cold.

He pulled it down slowly.

The faint "hiss" sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet bathroom.

The dress loosened.

He supported her, helping her slide the dress off her shoulders. The pearl-white silk fabric slid over her skin and piled up at her feet.

Shen Yanhui's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

"Take the rest off yourself," he said hoarsely.

"No... be a good person to the end and help me a little more..."

"..."

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Gu Yan was woken up by the heat.

Her whole body was encircled in a warm embrace, an arm draped across her waist, locking her firmly in his arms.

Even in his sleep, Shen Yanhui still made no effort to hide his possessiveness.

Gu Yan opened her eyes, and what came into view was the man's sharp jawline and his slightly bobbing Adam's apple.

Moving her gaze upward, there were his thin, pressed lips, his high-bridged nose, and his eyelashes casting shallow shadows under his eyes.

The sleeping Shen Yanhui was a little less cold and stern, and a little more handsome.

Gu Yan's heart thumped wildly, failing to behave.

Beauty before her eyes.

She swallowed, her gaze drifting downward unconsciously.

The collar of his robe was open, revealing a patch of firm chest and clear collarbone lines. Further down, under the cover of the pajamas, the outline of his abdominal muscles was still visible.

She stared for a few seconds.

As if possessed, the hand that wasn't being pinned down quietly reached out from under the quilt.

Her fingertips moved bit by bit toward his waist and abdomen.

The movement was very light and very slow, like a thief.

Closer.

Even closer.

Her fingertips finally touched the silky pajama fabric.

She held her breath and carefully slipped her fingers inside.

The touch was warm, the skin firm.

She could even feel the clear texture of his muscles.

Just as Gu Yan wanted to feel the texture of his abs in detail, her wrist was suddenly gripped.

She shivered in fright, looked up, and met Shen Yanhui's ink-colored eyes.

"Morning," he said, his voice carrying the hoarseness of just waking up, exceptionally sexy.

Gu Yan felt no shame at being caught, and she lightly poked his abs with her fingertips, "Morning."

Shen Yanhui chuckled softly.

He lifted her chin and lowered his head to peck at her lips.

Kissing him was truly a pleasurable thing; Gu Yan subconsciously responded with youthful inexperience, earning even more dense kisses.

Kissing until she was a bit dizzy, her mind spinning and spinning, it suddenly turned to last night.

Man Island, the bedroom, she was making a fuss about wanting a bath... dragging him and not letting him leave... he helped her... take off her clothes... take a bath...

Every detail was terrifyingly clear.

Gu Yan: "..."

Is this really her? Is it not some demon that grew the same face as her?