Chapter 36: How was that man's kissing technique just now?

Situ saw a sneaky figure appear at the theater's back door and was stunned at first.

"Go down and open the door."

A man's cold, deep voice came from the back seat of the car.

"Yes, Young Master Sheng."

He got out of the car, pulled open the back door, and looked at the person approaching with a complex expression, "Miss Zhu, please get in."

Zhu Yuan covered her silk scarf and nodded.

The car door closed, and the partition inside the car rose automatically.

Sheng Yu looked at the person before him who only revealed a pair of clear, large eyes and was observing outside the window with a vigilant expression; his jaw tightened suddenly, and he leaned over, gripped the back of her neck, and pulled her directly in front of him.

With one hand, he grabbed her arm, and with the other, he took off her white fisherman hat with movements that could hardly be called gentle.

A colorful silk scarf.

Finally, he pulled off the black mask, finally revealing that face that was so captivating on stage.

Sheng Yu tossed the mask aside, "Peeling an onion isn't as troublesome as peeling you!"

Zhu Yuan moved her arm, which he had pulled until it hurt, and while he wasn't paying attention, she quietly shifted her bottom to the side, "I was afraid someone was monitoring you; it would be troublesome if I were recognized."

"Afraid of dying?"

"Who isn't afraid of dying?" Zhu Yuan muttered softly.

Sheng Yu took in all her small movements, "I won't let anyone take your life for the time being."

He glanced at Zhu Yuan's lips, from which she had wiped the lipstick, now a fresh peach color; thinking of something, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace once again.

"Sheng Yu!" Zhu Yuan called his name in a panic, her hands pressing tightly against his chest.

Sheng Yu ignored her completely, took a pack of wet wipes from a hidden compartment, pulled one out, and wiped her mouth forcefully.

"Mmph!"

It was too uncomfortable and too painful; Zhu Yuan wanted to dodge, but Sheng Yu's fingers pinched her chin tightly to control her.

Only when her lips were wiped by the wet wipe until they looked like they were about to bleed did Sheng Yu discard it.

Zhu Yuan's eyes welled up with tears from the pain, and she blurted out, "You lunatic!"

Sheng Yu pinched her chin, turned her face toward him, and raised it close to his own; his deep, cold black eyes held a chill, "How was that man's kissing technique just now?"

"What kiss..." Zhu Yuan didn't react at first; she blinked her eyes to force the tears back, "It was camera-angle trickery, not a real kiss."

So he really had come to watch the play, and he had seen that scene.

She hadn't seen him in the front rows of the theater audience; he must have been in a second-floor private box.

She suddenly realized, "Is that the reason you used a wet wipe to scrub my mouth? You're crazy!"

"It's best there was no kiss, but it's the same that he stared at your lips," Sheng Yu said in a low voice.

Zhu Yuan was stunned for a moment, "So many people stare at my lips every day; are you going to use a wet wipe to scrub my mouth every time?"

The man lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Who else?"

"I was just making an analogy." Zhu Yuan raised her hand to touch her lips; they were burning, and she didn't know if the skin had broken.

The corners of her eyes were red with pain, and faint tears shimmered; the pitiful sight of her lowering her head and carefully touching her soft, reddened lips, looking both tearful and helpless, fell into Sheng Yu's eyes, and his previous anger subsided quite a bit.

He pressed her tightly into his arms and looked into her eyes, confirming she wasn't acting, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Zhu Yuan sniffled and said nothing.

Sheng Yu stared at her lips, kneaded the back of her neck with his hand a few times with ambiguous intent, pushed her forward forcefully, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Just then, the phone rang.

Sheng Yu frowned, glanced at the caller ID, a flash of sharpness in his eyes, and while controlling Zhu Yuan with one hand, he swiped the screen with the other.

The moment the call connected, his fingers pinched the back of Zhu Yuan's smooth, tender neck.

"Ah!" Zhu Yuan cried out in pain.

But because it was through the phone, the sound resembled a moan.

Old Madam Sheng on the other end of the line was stunned for a moment, thinking she had misheard, "I haven't seen you in several days; come back for dinner."

Sheng Yu watched as Zhu Yuan, who had screamed in pain a second ago, was now glaring at him, daring to be angry but not daring to speak for fear of being heard; he felt inexplicably happy and said nonchalantly, "I'll go back once I finish my business."

Finish his business...

"Are you busy out there?" Old Madam Sheng asked.

Sheng Yu kneaded the back of Zhu Yuan's neck, pushed her face against his chest, and whispered into her reddened ear, "Make some noise."

Zhu Yuan shook her head, but Sheng Yu pressed her down; her upper body was completely sprawled in his arms, and as she struggled to get up, Sheng Yu's hand slipped under the hem of her clothes.

She pressed his hand down in a panic, not daring to make a sound, and could only shake her head at him.

Sheng Yu's hand was completely beyond her control; he leaned against the seat back and used his eyes to remind her: either accept it, or make a sound.

Seeing that hand continue to move upward...

Forced to lie against his chest, Zhu Yuan had no choice but to close her eyes and pretend she was acting, letting out a fragmented moan.

The chest she was pressed against seemed to stiffen.

The man's fingers pressed against her waist, and she let out another sound.

Such intermittent sounds traveled into the phone, and even if Old Madam Sheng's hearing wasn't good, she heard them.

She cleared her throat, "Then you go ahead and get busy."

Sheng Yu hung up the phone first, tossed it aside, lifted Zhu Yuan's chin, and kissed her, prying open her lips while questioning her, "Who taught you to moan like that?"

Zhu Yuan hurriedly pushed him away, "Aren't you going back to the Sheng Family for dinner?"

Sheng Yu easily pinned her hands against the car window and held down her kicking legs, "Didn't you hear the old lady tell me to get busy first? If I go back now, don't I need to save face after such a short time?"

I don't know how much time passed; Zhu Yuan felt her lips and tongue were aching and numb, her brain was blank, and her whole body was limp and weak before Sheng Yu finally let her go.

Sheng Yu's breathing was slightly ragged; he looked at Zhu Yuan, who was clutching her collar and hiding toward the car door, and pulled her back into his arms.

He tapped a cigarette out of the pack and bit down on it, "I have to take some kind of mark back with me."

Zhu Yuan struggled to get up, but Sheng Yu picked up his phone and swiped it; a moment later, a voice that could not have been more familiar came from it—

"I won't take it to heart, and I hope Yu Ge will forget it too. Let's stick to what we agreed on before; if you need my help in the future, I will still help."

"How will you help?"

It was Sheng Yu's hoarse voice.

She heard her own voice again, "Except for offering my body, I will do my utmost to help you."

The audio stopped there.

"You actually recorded it!" She hadn't noticed him using his phone to record that day at all.

Sheng Yu smiled, "What if you try to renege on the deal later?"

Zhu Yuan glanced at the white shirt inside his black overcoat, thinking about finishing early so she could leave early.

She thought of the previous method and said, "I'll put on some lipstick first."

"Using the same trick too often makes people suspicious." Sheng Yu caught her hand as she reached into her bag for lipstick and pointed to his own neck, "Leave a mark here."

An hour later, Sheng Yu returned to the Sheng Family Old Residence.

After he sat down, perhaps feeling stifled, the moment he casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, both Old Madam Sheng and Sheng Hongyao saw the mark on his neck.

It wasn't a hickey; it had been bitten into him.

Zhu Yuan couldn't suck out a hickey, so in the end, she used her sharp teeth to bite him.