Impossible to Resist: Mr. CEO Falling In Love

Chapter 137: I’ll Grant Any Request You Have

The young girl had already dressed herself properly, appearing amidst the fluttering white silk.

In a long dress of alternating pink and white, which reached her ankles, she stood gracefully, as delicate and refined as a tender flower.

Fu Yinli walked towards her, his gaze landing on her pink lips, drawing her waist close and kissing her.

The young girl tilted her head, biting his neck.

That pain, Fu Yinli did not seem to notice.

Having eaten so little in two days, where would she find any strength? Even the just past pleasure was soft and weak, all led by him, letting her off after only two times.

Had he not discovered the wound on her hand, he wouldn’t have stopped so soon.

The sting was masked by a wave of warm, numb tingling, Fu Yinli lowered his head and gave her a sidelong glance, reminding her, "Don’t provoke me, Zhizhi."

Su Lingzhi let go of his neck, her gaze shifting from his neck to meet his intense eyes, "Have you been deliberately keeping me hanging these past two days? Did you forgive me long ago?"

"No."

Su Lingzhi furrowed her brows, looking at him with confusion.

Fu Yinli’s voice was low, "You didn’t make any gesture, how could I forgive you."

Though he said so, he hadn’t given her any chance to make a gesture, deliberately torturing her.

Enough of the fuss, his manner was not befitting his looks.

But what could she do, she could only coax him.

Su Lingzhi stood on her tiptoes, planted a kiss on his lips, and murmured indistinctly a word: "Pretentious Li."

Fu Yinli’s eyes seized her gaze with depth, "What did you say?"

Su Lingzhi flashed a mischievous smile, "Nothing."

"Insulting me?"

"No, not at all." Su Lingzhi extricated herself from his embrace, pulling him to leave: "Let’s go, it’s stifling here."

Fu Yinli was helpless with her, taking a fluffy jacket from a chair’s backrest and draped it over her.

Yet, as soon as they opened the door, they saw a waiter standing at the entrance.

The waiter paused, handed a box of ointment to Su Lingzhi, "Miss Su, this is the ointment that Mr. Li prepared for you, reminding you that it’s best not to get the wound wet."

Fu Yinli stepped forward to take the ointment first, asking gloomily, "Which Mr. Li?"

The waiter replied, "Li Mo."

Su Lingzhi explained to him, "While I was waiting for you here, I accidentally got scratched by his cat, so he sent me the ointment."

Fu Yinli’s eyes were deeply calm, with no waves stirred, he gave the waiter a deep look, then silently held Su Lingzhi’s hand, heading to a private room, tossing the box of ointment into a trash bin along the way.

...After dinner.

The manor’s manager personally delivered another tube of ointment, flattered them with a few words, and left sheepishly.

Fu Yinli washed his hands, seated her on his lap, took the freshly prepared ointment and gently applied it on her wound.

An otherwise smooth and delicate hand was marred by these two scars, deepening Fu Yinli’s frown, he asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Su Lingzhi shook her head, "With Lili applying medicine for me, it doesn’t hurt."

"Don’t be naughty."

"It’s just a small injury, I can still endure it, nothing to be tense about." Su Lingzhi’s voice turned serious, raising her hand to smooth the frown on his brow, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Such a gentle kiss meant little to him.

Fu Yinli’s voice was low and calm, "Next time you’re upset, don’t drink, come find me."

"What’s the use of finding you?"

As soon as the words slipped out, Su Lingzhi immediately understood the implication of what he said, her face turning a bright red, "I don’t have high demands for that, no matter how you sleep with me if I’m unwilling, it won’t work."

"Can’t I make you comfortable in other ways?" Fu Yinli let out a faint smile, "I’ll let you kiss me, lips to lips."

"..." Su Lingzhi was at a loss for words, "You’re being a bit demanding today."

"This is you making it up to me."

"Alright, my esteemed Lord Lili, whatever you demand, I shall satisfy you."

She bit down heavily on the word "Lord".

Fu Yinli instantly saw through her playful act, yet had no way out, leaning in to kiss her.

After the medicinal bath she was so beautiful, her scent so intoxicating, just a whiff of her made one reluctant to stop, her low moans and soft gasps were like an aphrodisiac, making him lose control, inclining closer, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down.

Fu Yinli kissed away the moisture on her lips, looking down at the person in his arms, "There’s a billiards room upstairs, want to play?"

"I’m not very good at it."

"I’ll teach you."

Su Lingzhi nodded, "Okay."

The indoor temperature was set perfectly, with five jade-green pool tables arranged, as Fu Yinli led her in, everyone turned their gaze towards them.

Only those of wealth or nobility could play here, and of course, Su Lingzhi was aware of this.

But she merely glanced back indifferently, her gaze pausing briefly on a tall man.

She hadn’t expected him to still be here.

Someone quickly cleared the middle pool table, eagerly handed a cue to Fu Yinli, "Mr. Fu, this way, please."

"As you wish." Fu Yinli did not accept it, leading her to an empty table, selecting a cue.

With an ’as you wish’, the people’s attention was drawn back, but there were still glances cast their way from time to time.

In the past, he would have opted to clear out the area, allowing no one to get close to him, but today was different, leaving those well-off young men a bit surprised.

There, Fu Yinli tapped the cue off his fingers, breaking the balls with a perfect mix of force and angle, seeming nonchalant.

With another strike, as he leaned, the shirt strained over his shoulder blades, the front draping, revealing a large expanse of skin that caught Su Lingzhi’s eye.

Fu Yinli straightened up, handing the cue to her.

Su Lingzhi did not take it, reaching out to button up the top two buttons on his shirt, wondering when they had come undone, as they were fine when they left.

A seemingly ordinary action, but in the eyes of others, it appeared extraordinarily intimate.

Fu Yinli chuckled softly, "There are no other women here, what are you afraid of?"

"Outsiders should be presentable."

Su Lingzhi took the cue from his hand, positioning it with the cue ball and the next ball, mimicking his previous stance, intentionally sliding the cue.

A closely watching young gentleman stifled a laugh, daring not to make any disrespectful sounds simply because the young girl was Fu Yinli’s.

Fu Yinli’s shadow loomed over her from behind, his voice brushing over her earlobe, "Loosen your grip."

As he spoke, his left hand covered her hand that was holding the cue, prying open her curled fingertips.

Su Lingzhi tried again, striking the ball, once more grazing the edge.

Fu Yinli’s close teaching, in one move, perfectly encircled her in his embrace, guiding her with his force, they made the perfect shot.

"It’s in." Su Lingzhi exclaimed joyfully.

The graceful smile, and the intimate contact between the two, caught Li Mo’s eye.