Chapter 226: Didn't You Say You Wouldn't Touch Me?

After accompanying Zhu Yuan for dinner, Sheng Yu held her as they sat on a bench outside the small villa. He pointed to an empty patch of ground opposite them, "Shall I have someone put a swing here?"

Zhu Yuan followed his gaze and looked over.

Her mind couldn't help but drift back to last winter, when Qi Jing invited her to dine at the Qi Family home to thank her for saving Qi Qi from horseback.

The Qi Family garden was surrounded by pristine white snow. Inside the glass conservatory, she was wrapped in Sheng Yu's open overcoat; the two of them were on a swing, and Sheng Yu was stroking her face and kissing her.

She still had a vivid memory of that lingering, heart-fluttering kiss.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, things had changed and people were no longer the same.

Sheng Yu also thought of that scene. He pulled his hand back, wrapped his arms tightly around her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and lightly inhaled the faint fragrance behind her ear, his fingers moving down to clasp her small hand in his palm.

"Yuanyuan, we will be very happy."

Zhu Yuan was expressionless, "The swing—your two-year-old son should like it."

It was like a basin of cold water poured over him.

The warmth from just a moment ago vanished completely.

The expression on Sheng Yu's face paused slightly, his black eyes deep, and he kissed her cheek with his thin lips, "As long as our child likes it, I don't care about anyone else."

Knowing that saying anything to him now was useless, Zhu Yuan didn't speak again.

Until they returned to the master bedroom of the small villa, Sheng Yu picked Zhu Yuan up horizontally, lowered his head, and rubbed his nose against her bridge of nose and lips, "You aren't feeling well, I'll help you bathe."

A flicker of emotion finally appeared on Zhu Yuan's numb face. She reached out to push against his chest, her face full of resistance, "No!"

However, Sheng Yu did not give her a chance to refuse, carrying her straight into the bathroom.

He forcefully placed Zhu Yuan on the vanity and moved to strip off her clothes.

"Let go of me, Sheng Yu, let go of me!"

Sheng Yu, however, turned a deaf ear.

Zhu Yuan had vomited again in the evening and still had no strength after resting for so long. She had thrown up everything she ate and had no energy at all; her resistance was completely unable to stop Sheng Yu's actions in his eyes.

Stripping all her clothes off and throwing them on the floor, Sheng Yu held her exquisite, delicate body, his palms stroking upward from her waist and back.

As her skin suddenly made contact with the air and was then stroked by the man with practiced skill, Zhu Yuan's body couldn't help but tremble.

She hated her own reaction to him, as if it were already carved into her marrow, never to be forgotten in life or death.

She was like a dewdrop on a rose, trembling lightly in the wind, carrying a trace of intoxicating fragrance. The hand wandering to her rounded shoulder paused, and Sheng Yu's scorching kiss fell upon her lips.

"Mmph..."

After the lingering kiss, Sheng Yu opened his eyes and looked at Zhu Yuan's pair of red, resistant eyes.

The next second, he raised his hand to cover her eyes, lowered his head, and kissed her slender, fair neck...

His palms were scorching with slightly rough textures; the familiar touch made Zhu Yuan's heart ache and tighten. As if he had anticipated her move, the moment she raised her hand, he pinned her wrists behind her back.

He didn't let her break free, nor did he hurt her; his movements were controlled just right.

His caresses made one sink into oblivion, yet also made one wish for death.

"Don't, I don't want this!"

"I want to make you feel good." His wet, hot kiss climbed to her earlobe, and she trembled all over from the heat, yet Sheng Yu continued to tease her with every possible means.

She cried out in a low voice, "The first three months are not allowed."

Sheng Yu's squatting motion came to an abrupt halt. He looked up at Zhu Yuan; the glistening luster of his thin lips and the peach-blossom red at the corners of his eyes, flushed with desire, made his face look exceptionally sexy.

Before the incident, Zhu Yuan had loved this version of Sheng Yu dearly, but now, both her body and mind were resisting him.

The moment his movements stopped, she jumped off the vanity and turned to leave.

"I won't touch you." Sheng Yu hugged her from behind.

Zhu Yuan felt the tightening force of his two arms, "Didn't you say you wouldn't touch me?"

Sheng Yu chuckled softly: "Do you really not understand?"

After putting her into the bathtub, Sheng Yu did not continue to take her as he had promised. After finishing her bath, he carried her out of the bathroom and placed her in front of the vanity.

Previously, his master bedroom had a cold style cut from black, white, and gray tones. Ever since Zhu Yuan moved in, the spacious master bedroom had gained a vanity, bottles and jars of skincare products, cosmetics, and perfume.

Then there was the off-white blanket on the sofa, the pair of pink slippers on her feet, and the endless supply of custom-made clothing in the walk-in closet.

From the initial incompatibility to blending in, the scent of the two of them had long since permeated everything.

Just as Song Ci returned home, the phone in her bag rang.

Taking it out to look, she didn't expect it to be a call from Zhu Jingyao.

She and Zhu Yuan had grown up together; they had been inseparable best friends since elementary school. She visited the Zhu house often, and sometimes when her parents were busy with work, she would stay at Zhu Yuan's house on weekends. Naturally, she was familiar with Zhu Jingyao and admired him like an older brother.

But then again, back in the day, there wasn't a single school in Yucheng that didn't know who Zhu Jingyao was.

When she was little, she had even had a crush on Zhu Jingyao, but that was all in the past.

The day he was released from prison, she had wanted to go pick him up, but something came up at the last minute, so she thought she would return to Yucheng in a couple of days to find him.

She wondered why he was calling her so late.

She hurriedly answered, "Hello, Brother Jingyao."

"A-Ci, have you been in contact with Yuanyuan these past two days?" The man's steady, clear voice came from the other end of the line.

Song Ci said while changing into her slippers: "I called her yesterday, and Sheng Yu answered. He said Zhu Yuan was sleeping. What's wrong? Can't you reach her?"

"I've called her several times from this afternoon until now, and it's been powered off. I can't reach her, and I'm a bit worried."

Song Ci was stunned.

Can't reach her?

"Then I'll try calling her. Don't worry, Brother Jingyao, she has Sheng Yu looking after her in Jingdu City, she'll be fine. Maybe her phone is just out of battery."

After hanging up on Zhu Jingyao, Song Ci immediately dialed Zhu Yuan's number.

"Hello, the number you have dialed is powered off..."

"Hiss..." Song Ci frowned. Logically, Zhu Yuan should have finished rehearsals and gone back to rest by now; even if her phone had run out of battery and shut down in the afternoon, it should be charged by this time.

The more she thought about it, the more wrong it felt. She glanced at the shoe cabinet; as expected, Yuan Fengye had not returned yet. Frowning, she dialed Yuan Fengye's number.

The phone rang for a long time before the other party answered.

Unsurprisingly, the first things to reach her ears were the deafening music and sounds of revelry from the other end of the line; there was no doubt that Yuan Fengye was out carousing in some corner again.

"Can't sleep alone?" A smiling male voice filled with a hint of mockery reached her ears.

Song Ci suppressed her disgust and asked him, "Can you give me Sheng Yu's phone number?"

"Who are you? Is Yu Ge's number something you can just ask for whenever you want?" Yuan Fengye sneered, "Song Ci, do you really think you're something special?"

"I don't have time to bicker with you. Zhu Yuan has lost contact, and I need to find Sheng Yu for something."

As soon as she finished speaking, a busy signal came from the other end of the line.