Chapter 43: Out of Control

Gu Yan hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved over.

Just as she reached him, her wrist was gripped.

The world spun.

She was placed on the table, the cold surface pressing against the skin of her upper thighs, making her shiver slightly.

Shen Yanhui stood between her legs, his hands braced on either side of her, leaning down to look at her.

Gu Yan looked up, dazed, startled by the aggression nearly overflowing from his eyes.

"You..."

Her words were swallowed as he lowered his head to kiss her.

This kiss was especially different from the usual ones. But Gu Yan couldn't say exactly how it was different.

She was soon kissed until her body went soft, her hands resting weakly against his chest. The agitation in her heart not only failed to recede, but burned even brighter.

Shen Yanhui pulled back slightly, his lips tracing her jawline downward, landing on her slender neck, his warm breath bringing waves of itchiness.

He kissed very delicately, very slowly.

From her neck to her collarbone, then to her shoulder, and then continuing downward...

The thin shoulder straps were pushed aside, hanging limply from her wrists, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

Gu Yan was somewhat at a loss, her fingers clutching the front of his shirt: "Shen Yanhui..."

He looked up and kissed her lips again.

This kiss was much gentler than before, the tip of his tongue hooking hers, lingering and tangled, as if coaxing her.

Gu Yan gradually relaxed her body, wrapping her arms around his neck and responding clumsily.

Shen Yanhui's palm moved slowly upward from her waist.

Her nightdress was brought up with his movements, a little more, and a little more, until it touched the soft hollow of her waist.

Then, it continued upward.

His fingertips brushed over her ribs, traced her waistline, and finally stopped at the soft edge.

Gu Yan's body arched instantly, and she let out a cry of surprise.

The next second, the sound was completely swallowed by his lips and tongue.

The nightdress was in total disarray from the tugging, the shoulder straps slipped off, and the neckline opened wide, unable to hide the scenery.

Gu Yan was so embarrassed, she subconsciously hugged him, only to bring herself closer to him, her soft curves pressing against his chest without reservation.

Shen Yanhui's Adam's apple bobbed, and his palm tightened.

Gu Yan's body stiffened, then went even softer, collapsing into his arms. A strange sensation spread from where they touched, mixed with that inexplicable heat, burning her until she was delirious.

"Shen Yanhui..." Her voice carried a sob.

"I'm here," he replied in a low voice, kissing her earlobe, "don't be afraid."

Without further hesitation, he scooped her up horizontally.

When she was placed on the bed, Gu Yan's mind cleared a little, and she said in disbelief: "There was a problem with the soup?"

Shen Yanhui took off his shirt and tossed it aside, "Yes."

"What did you add?"

"Local... tonic."

Shen Yanhui pressed down, grabbed her hands as she tried to struggle, pinned them above her head, and kissed her lips, saying: "On purpose. I wanted to see you lose control."

Gu Yan: "..."

But clearly the soup had gone into her stomach, so why was he the one losing control?

But Shen Yanhui didn't give her a chance to keep thinking, his dense kisses scrambling her reason again. Wherever his scorching palms passed, it was as if they were lighting a fire, the fire gradually moving downward.

Burning to the hem of her nightdress, continuing downward.

Gu Yan whimpered, her legs instinctively closing, but she was blocked.

Shen Yanhui's breathing grew heavier, the low gasps that occasionally escaped were incredibly sexy.

Gu Yan had craved his body for a long time, but when the battle was truly at the gates, she was afraid.

"No, I can't..."

She shivered and tried to hide backward, but was grabbed by the ankles and pulled back.

"Be good, you can."

"！！！！!"

Gu Yan's body tensed instantly, and she bit down on his shoulder.

He brushed aside her sweat-dampened hair and chuckled, "Look, didn't you say you could?"

Gu Yan was in too much pain to speak, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes.

Their sizes and stamina were completely mismatched; Gu Yan couldn't bear it at all and could only cry and beg for mercy.

Outside the window, the mountain wind grew more violent, constantly knocking against the glass window, making a clanging sound.

The gale raged all night.

——

Gu Yan was woken up by the noise.

First came a burst of urgent knocking on the door, followed immediately by Sheng Ze's signature loud voice: "Boss Shen! Open the door, open the door! The sun is already hitting your butt!"

Then, mixed with Zhou Wei's laughing voice: "Keep your voice down, they might still be sleeping..."

"Sleep, sleep! What time is it already!" Sheng Ze's voice was even louder, "Get up!"

Gu Yan frowned and burrowed into Shen Yanhui's arms, trying to shut out the noise.

But it was useless.

So noisy!

She had been tossed about until the second half of the night, and now her whole body was sore and weak; she was so sleepy she couldn't even open her eyelids.

Shen Yanhui pulled her into his arms and patted her back gently, with a soothing intent.

Gu Yan's body stiffened; she immediately pulled away from his embrace, turned over with her back to him, and wrapped herself into a cocoon with the quilt.

She didn't want to pay him any mind.

Last night was so excessive, and lasted so long; no matter how she begged for mercy, it was useless. He didn't feel sorry for her at all.

A rustling sound came from behind her. Shen Yanhui sat up and reached out to scoop her up.

Gu Yan shrank inward and covered her head with the quilt.

"Awake?" His voice carried the low hoarseness of just waking up.

"..." She didn't make a sound.

Shen Yanhui chuckled, picked her up—quilt and all—and circled her into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair: "I'll go down and see."

He got up, threw on a bathrobe, and walked out of the bedroom.

Gu Yan poked her head out from the quilt and heard his footsteps going downstairs, the sound of a door opening, and then a few hushed sentences of conversation.

She couldn't hear the content clearly, but very quickly, the noisy sounds downstairs stopped.

She lay there in a daze for a while, but still couldn't fall back asleep.

She simply sat up and looked down to inspect herself.

Her nightgown hung on her body, wrinkled and crumpled, with the collar wide open, revealing her collarbone and a patch of ambiguous marks on her chest.

Her waist was sore, and her legs were weak.

She gritted her teeth and pulled her nightgown straight; just as she was about to get out of bed, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Shen Yanhui walked in, holding a glass of warm water in his hand.

There was a red mark on the man's collarbone—a trace left when she had been bullied too hard yesterday and had accidentally scratched him.

"Drink some water."

Gu Yan took the glass and drank in small sips. The warm water slid down her throat, slightly easing the discomfort of waking up.

Shen Yanhui sat down beside her and reached out, wanting to hold her.

Gu Yan immediately dodged backward: "Don't touch me."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Look at the good work you've done." She lifted a corner of the quilt; on her fair skin, there were marks everywhere, "Here, here, and here too—how am I supposed to go out and see people!"

Shen Yanhui's gaze swept along the places her fingers pointed, and his eyes deepened.

"My fault." He reached out, his fingertips lightly brushing over those marks, "I'll be careful next time."

"Next time?" Gu Yan glared at him, "There won't be a next time."

He chuckled and didn't respond.

He simply pulled her—quilt and all—back into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head: "Does it still hurt?"

Gu Yan: "... You tell me!"

Did he have absolutely no self-awareness regarding his own size!

"You called out so melodiously and pleasantly, I thought you liked it very much."

Gu Yan: "...?"

Her cheeks turned red instantly, and she dove back into the quilt with a start.

This man was truly hateful.

Although, although by the end, she had indeed been so pleased she lost her senses.

But that wasn't a reason for him to be so matter-of-fact about it!

Shen Yanhui stopped teasing her and said with a smile: "Sheng Ze brought some fresh venison; we're having a barbecue by the creek behind the mountain this afternoon. Want to go?"