She didn't answer him, her eyes were unfocused, but she stubbornly stared in his direction. With tears streaming down her face, she repeated over and over again, "Shen Zhijie, I don't owe you, Shen Zhijie, I don't owe you."
He hadn't heard his name being called in a long time and he felt a little distracted as he listened to her. After a while, he cursed once and stood up to rinse the foam off her body again.
The water was hot, and the steam filled the glass-enclosed shower. As the hot water cascaded over her, her face slowly regained some color, and her body gradually took on a rosy hue. Her slightly curly black hair clung to her body, making her appear like a seductive water nymph just emerging from the water.
It was a very enticing sight, but for some reason, he didn't feel much. He just pursed his lips slightly, silently cleaned the foam off her body, casually wiped her wet hair, and then wrapped her haphazardly in a bath towel, carrying her out of the bathroom in his arms.
She was half asleep, letting him hold her, until he threw her onto the bed, stirring slightly. He stood by the bed and watched her for a while before lying down on the other side, staring blankly. Suddenly, he turned over toward her, pulled her into his embrace, and lowered his head as if to kiss her lips. However, seeing her deeply asleep and frowning, he lost interest.
He released her, turned back, and continued to stare at the ceiling, lost in thought until before falling asleep, when his consciousness started to blur, he suddenly realized that the stupidest thing he had done that day was to make this woman drink.
The man's breathing next to her gradually became calm and steady, indicating that he had fallen asleep. However, He Yan remained still, maintaining her original posture, controlling her eyelashes from fluttering. It was uncomfortable, but she told herself she had to persist. Fu Shenxing was not an easy man to deceive, and if she relaxed even a little, all her previous efforts would be in vain.
She forced herself to relax her body and even tried to convince herself to sleep so that she could deceive him. However, her brain seemed out of control, turning over and over again, recalling what she had done before and his reactions. It was like chasing shadows.
Now, she could basically confirm three things. First, Fu Shenxing was Shen Zhijie. Second, he was someone who responded to persuasion rather than force. Third, he only liked women who appeared smart and strong, or in other words, he wanted women to be smart and strong with others, but foolish and weak with him.
"Good," she thought, "people with preferences always have weaknesses, which is better than knowing nothing about him before."
Early the next morning, Fu Shenxing was awakened by a loud thud, and his first reaction was to reach for the gun under the pillow, but then he remembered he was staying in a hotel and recalled that he hadn't slept alone the previous night.
There was no sign of He Yan on the bed. He was puzzled and about to lean over to look under the bed when he saw her, in a daze, attempting to climb onto the bed from the floor.
He propped himself up and gazed at her, unable to help but chuckle.
She heard the sound and looked up in a stunned manner, half hanging on the bed, before slowly reacting, hurriedly letting go and trying to maintain her composure while looking around for her clothes. It seemed like she was trying hard to remain calm, but her trembling hands trying to hold onto the towel betrayed her thoughts.
He lay on the bed, quietly watching her, suddenly feeling that the drunken her from last night was more endearing. But he couldn't stand her embarrassment, so he calmly reminded her, "Your clothes are in the bathroom."
She stiffened, grabbed the towel, and hurried into the bathroom. After a while, he couldn't resist going in and seeing her squatting in the bathroom, staring blankly at her wet clothes spread out on the floor. When she heard his footsteps, she subconsciously looked up at him, her gaze momentarily falling on his bare body, then moved away in embarrassment, but her cheeks couldn't help but flush.
"Why are you blushing? It's not the first time you've seen it." He smiled, though saying so, he reached for a towel to wrap around his waist, then looked at her wet clothes and raised his eyebrows lightly, saying nonchalantly, "Just ask someone to take them for washing."
"But what should I wear now?" she asked indignantly, realizing her mistake after speaking and quickly closing her mouth, then picked up her underwear, planning to endure the cold and put it on while wet.
With a flick of his toes, he kicked the bra off her hand with a smirk on his face, and asked, "Was I the one who went crazy with alcohol yesterday? Was it me who was hugging the toilet and throwing up? What? I was kind enough to help you take a bath, and now you're complaining?"
She didn't answer, but couldn't help but turn red around her eyes, and didn't bother picking up the bra he had kicked to the ground, and instead picked up the wet clothes to put on. But he didn't want to give up, still using his foot to kick the clothes away, acting like an unreasonable big boy, somewhat stubbornly saying, "I said, have someone take them to be washed."
"But I can't go out wrapped in a towel!" Her voice, somewhat trembling, her face also red, whether from anger or embarrassment, she didn't know.
"Then don't go out," he said, watching her still about to pick up the wet clothes, seemed a bit angry, pulled her over, half-lifted her to sit on the sink, leaned in close to her, his fingers gently brushing against her collarbone, darkly asking, "Heyan, didn't you come here to show weakness? Why are you not being obedient?"
She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, and after a long time, she lightly rested her head on his shoulder, tremblingly saying, "Yes, I came here to show weakness to you, I surrender, I beg you, please be merciful to me. Fushenxing, give me some hope, okay? Tell me one day I can escape this nightmare, or, I can die in peace."
He was silent for a while, not answering her, but his palm slid up along the side of her neck, holding her face, making her lift her head, and then leaning down to cover her lips. Her body trembled slightly, but she didn't resist him, gently opening her mouth, letting his tongue in.
This was the third time he kissed her.
The first time was in the villa halfway up the mountain, after he had just released his emotions, he inexplicably went to kiss her, and she nearly bit off his lower lip. The second time was on her birthday night; she not only couldn't resist, but was also forced to respond to him, passionately, but filled with involuntary resentment. And this time, she neither bit nor responded, only trembling lightly, letting him do as he pleased.
It felt better than ever before.
He straightened up and looked down at her, his restrained desire rising again, his palm stroking her body, unhesitatingly lifting one of her legs and placing it on the edge of the sink, about to reach for the towel around his waist, but she grabbed his wrist.
She seemed a bit scared, quickly letting go of his hand, not being aggressive, only shrinking back a bit, and begging him softly, "No, I'm not feeling well today, really, please, I beg you."
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