Chapter Forty-Six
Ji Qinghe followed her gaze downward and chuckled softly, "Then why don't you give it a try?"
His voice was naturally deep, carrying the low resonance characteristic of a mature man. Now, with a husky tone, it seemed to emanate from deep within his chest, mingling with a muffled, low laugh that sounded almost like a suppressed moan.
Shen Qianzhan felt her heart flutter with arousal. Through the screen, she glanced at the bustling figures in the kitchen, and an inexplicable thrill of secret rendezvous surged within her.
Her fingertips lightly hooked onto the back of his waist, her cool touch separated only by a thin layer of fabric as she traced the lines of his side in a teasing rhythm. "Are you serious?"
As she spoke, her fingers shifted slightly, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants to lightly scratch his Adonis belt in a threatening manner.
According to Shen Qianzhan's script, Ji Qinghe should have taken the hint and apologized by now, allowing her to claim victory, wave her flag triumphantly, and end the scene on a high note.
However, reality often defies expectations, prompting self-reflection.
After a silent stare-down with Shen Qianzhan for several seconds, Ji Qinghe replied with a half-smile, "When have I not been serious with you, hmm?" He leaned slightly closer, meeting her gaze at eye level. "Want to try putting it in?"
The latter half of his sentence rose in pitch, his tone flirtatious and devoid of gentleness, radiating an overwhelming sense of aggression.
Shen Qianzhan had peculiar tastes. She showed no interest in Ji Qinghe when he was aloof and dignified, but moments like these, when he was utterly shameless, left her utterly captivated.
Her heart trembled with excitement, unable to discern whether this infuriating man was provoking her or genuinely encouraging her to try... Yet, inevitably, following his highly suggestive remark, her mind conjured up the ensuing scene—truly provocative and stimulating, plastered with the blurry censorship of an R-rating.
When it came to verbal sparring, Shen Qianzhan had an accurate self-assessment. She lacked Ji Qinghe's quick wit and adaptability, as well as his ability to remain unflustered in the face of a storm.
Though reluctant to retreat in defeat once again, Ji Qinghe's psychological tactics were too formidable at the moment. Shen Qianzhan dared not disregard the time and place entirely. Just as she was about to find a graceful exit, the sliding door to the kitchen opened to one side, and Meng Wangzhou sauntered over, munching on a cucumber.
The crisp sound of footsteps on the wooden floor grew louder as he approached.
Shen Qianzhan's expression shifted slightly. She was about to withdraw her hand when Ji Qinghe moved faster, firmly pressing her hand against his hip. "Why hide?"
His voice was hushed, laced with amusement.
Shen Qianzhan watched as the glint of laughter in his eyes deepened, gradually igniting like a burst of fireworks. She gritted her teeth and warned, "That's enough."
However, Shen Qianzhan, now trapped in a passive position, held as much sway over Ji Qinghe as an ant. Unfazed, he even reminded her with keen interest, "Listen, he's coming closer."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Wangzhou's chewing paused, and he muttered, "Where did those two go?"
Shen Qianzhan instinctively looked past Ji Qinghe toward the sound.
Behind the screen, Meng Wangzhou's silhouette gradually came into focus. His shadow turned left and right, as if searching around.
She reflexively held her breath, trying to pull her hand free from Ji Qinghe's grasp. But clearly, the disparity in their strength was vast. Her feeble effort barely counted as resistance, leaving her almost powerless.
Shen Qianzhan took a shallow breath and pinched him.She had used considerable force, and caught off guard, Ji Qinghe let out a soft hiss, lowering his gaze to look at her. His eyes were deep and dark, like the flickering flames of hell, full of danger.
The figure behind the screen stirred.
Meng Wangzhou seemed to have heard some movement, suddenly turning to look.
Through the screen, Meng Wangzhou’s features were somewhat blurred, but it was still possible to discern his suspicious glances toward their direction. He hesitated for a moment, standing in place, but ultimately driven by curiosity, he bit into a cucumber and strode directly toward the screen.
Shen Qianzhan didn’t even dare to breathe now. She looked up, glaring at Ji Qinghe, silently mouthing the words: “He’s coming!”
Ji Qinghe remained indifferent. He didn’t even glance at the screen, leisurely admiring her flustered and helpless distress—it was rare to see such an expression on this woman’s face.
Most of the time, Shen Qianzhan was calm and composed, with an air of someone who remained unfazed by everything.
Perhaps due to the painful experiences of her earlier years, after climbing back from the lowest point to the peak, she always faced situations with composure and calmness. Even if a sudden downpour struck, she could walk through the rain as if on a runway, unshaken and unchanged.
But at this moment, trapped in his embrace, her eyes moist and shimmering with spring-like radiance—it was a sight he had only been fortunate enough to witness once last year.
Ji Qinghe’s heart stirred slightly.
The tingling sensation that had been building since she began her restless teasing suddenly exploded. The feeling surged from his hips all the way to his chest. As he gazed at Shen Qianzhan, his eyes grew darker, as if ignited by flames. The burning sensation rose from his chest to his throat, and a suppressed restlessness broke free.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. Amid the approaching footsteps of Meng Wangzhou, he tilted his head slightly and whispered in a low, restrained voice, “One kiss, and I’ll let you go.” His tone was tense, like dried wildflowers, with a deep struggle breaking through.
Shen Qianzhan didn’t notice the change in Ji Qinghe.
Her gaze remained fixed on the oblivious yet determined Meng Wangzhou, who was intent on uncovering the truth. As his silhouette on the screen grew clearer, his footsteps, like notes on a piano, grew deeper and more pronounced. Her heart pounded like a drum, each beat faster than the last.
Tap, tap-tap.
One step.
Two steps.
Shen Qianzhan closed her eyes slightly, steeling herself, about to sacrifice her dignity for a brief moment of peace. But just then, with a “tap,” the footsteps stopped outside the screen.
Her body stiffened, and she nervously looked toward the screen.
Her overly active mind kept imagining Meng Wangzhou taking the final step and accidentally stumbling upon her intimate moment with Ji Qinghe—first shock, then astonishment, and finally a scream that would alert Old Ji and Ms. Meng, shattering the perfect image she had worked so hard to build, leaving nothing behind.
After that, not only would she be unable to step into Time Hall, but she would also be too ashamed to face anyone involved again.
Meng Wangzhou’s innate sixth sense warned him. His final step hung in mid-air as he debated whether to take it, when Ms. Meng’s voice from the kitchen rang out like a bell across the sea: “Wangzhou.”
Meng Wangzhou hastily responded and turned to leave: “Coming.”
The moment he turned away, Shen Qianzhan let out a sigh of relief. Before she could even muster a triumphant smile, Ji Qinghe released his grip on her wrist, instead cupping the back of her neck, and calmly leaned down to press his lips against hers.She instinctively resisted, but before she could struggle, Ji Qinghe seemed to anticipate her next reaction, closing in completely and pinning her against the cabinet. He reached out, gently lifting her chin, leaving Shen Qianzhan with nowhere left to hide.
His dominance was unmistakable in this kiss.
After a brief moment of daze, Shen Qianzhan finally realized her predicament.
In her field of vision, his eyes were lightly closed, the contours of his brows and eyes blurred, yet the lips kissing hers were exceptionally soft.
Unable to resist, a shiver rose from the depths of her heart—a shiver all too familiar, born from her body’s submission to him. In that instant, it felt like countless nights spent reminiscing about the past, the empty bottle deep within her heart slowly filling up. She blinked helplessly.
Deep within her heart, a voice defied her will, letting out a soft yet deeply satisfied sigh.
While she was still lost in her struggle, he raised his hand and gently covered her eyes, his voice low and effortless, as if carried by the wind: "Close your eyes, be good."
Author’s Note: Reality is always unexpected, forcing one to reflect.
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