Living Only For Myself: Make Those Who Hate Me Regret It

Chapter 233: "No No No, No No No...

"Let’s go home." He shot up, pulling Xu Su up with him, his face grim.

The oppressive aura emanating from him made it clear he didn’t want her to spend another second looking at those boys in the prime of their youth...

"..." Xu Su hadn’t expected him to blow up over one little comment...

Exasperated, she followed Zhou Mochen to the car. She found the tense expression he wore while driving strangely amusing.

"I wasn’t thinking anything inappropriate, and I wasn’t trying to make you angry." Xu Su, who had been inwardly amused for some time, finally decided to speak to him properly.

"Look, I casually compliment someone once and you get like this. But other women saw you half-naked, so am I wrong to be angry?"

Her anger gave way to a wave of frustration. As she was talking, she suddenly lifted their clasped hands and bit down on Zhou Mochen’s right wrist.

She didn’t hold back in the slightest. Zhou Mochen hissed in pain, his left hand nearly losing its grip on the steering wheel. He was afraid of hurting her if he pulled his hand away, so he quickly tried to placate her. "Susu, be good. I’m driving. You can bite me again when we get home."

"...!" Xu Su jumped. ’I’m being reckless with my own life!’ A wave of belated fear washed over her, and she yanked her hand away from Zhou Mochen’s, not daring to distract his driving any further.

"Don’t be scared. It’s fine. I’m a great driver; I won’t let anything happen to you." Seeing her fright, Zhou Mochen smiled reassuringly.

Xu Su turned to look out the window, remaining silent no matter how he tried to tease her...

As soon as the car pulled into the underground garage, before he’d even cut the engine, Zhou Mochen glanced at the bite mark on his wrist and offered it to her again. He grinned. "You can bite me now. Just stop giving me the cold shoulder when you’re done."

"..."

Without a word, Xu Su opened the car door, got out, and headed for the elevators. Zhou Mochen quickly caught up. Seeing her giving him the silent treatment again, he grabbed her in a hug, a mixture of anger and exasperation in his voice. "Xu Su, you just can’t be happy unless you’re tormenting me, can you?"

"No." Xu Su pushed him away and stepped into the elevator. "I don’t want to torment you. But I’m not happy, so I don’t want you to be happy either."

The elevator ascended quickly. Xu Su stared intently at the changing floor numbers, her voice soft. "This is the first time I’ve realized just how petty I can be. Zhou Mochen, what am I going to do?... I think I like you more than I realized."

The elevator doors opened. Xu Su changed her shoes in the entryway, went to the bathroom to wash her hands and face, and then finally sat down on the living room sofa.

Zhou Mochen trailed behind her the entire time, not saying a word, as if he were in a daze.

Zhou Mochen sat down. Just as he was about to speak, Xu Su straddled his lap, yanked out the hem of his shirt, and slid her hand underneath. After squeezing his torso forcefully a few times, she finally said with resentment, "You actually let other women see you naked!"

Zhou Mochen hadn’t even had a moment to properly rejoice in her confession. He retorted with a serious expression, "Don’t be ridiculous! I was wearing pants. I was just shirtless."

Xu Su raised an eyebrow. "’Just?’... So you think that’s no big deal?"

"Of course not!" Zhou Mochen denied instantly. "I promise you, it will absolutely never happen again."

His voice was firm and resolute, his survival instinct on full display.

Xu Su fell silent for a moment, then pulled his right hand toward her. A neat row of bite marks indented the man’s wrist. Zhou Mochen had fair skin, which made the mark stand out even more.

’It looked like she had bitten him pretty hard.’

She gently touched the spot. "...Does it hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt. As long as you stop giving me the cold shoulder, I’ll be fine." He wrapped his hands around her waist, a flirtatious smile spreading across his face. "My jealous little thing. You’re finally willing to talk to me properly. You’ve been torturing me for days."

’My jealous little thing...’

Xu Su looked up and glared at him. "You have the nerve to call *me* jealous? I casually mentioned that one of the basketball players was handsome, and you looked like you wanted to cover my eyes to stop me from looking."

’He looked so panicked, as if he was terrified someone else might catch my eye...’

Her reminder made Zhou Mochen think of the boy who kept flashing his abs. He scoffed. "What’s so handsome about him? I could send that twig flying with one kick. I saw you staring at him for quite a while. Xu Su, is that your type?"

"...You’re my type." Xu Su was beyond exasperated. She tilted her head up to kiss his chin. "I like everything about you, except for this hair-trigger temper."

’And he still has the nerve to call *me* the jealous one...’

"Don’t be unfair. Haven’t I been good to you? My temper would be much better if you didn’t provoke me so much." He guided her hand under the hem of his shirt, leaning down to kiss her. "Touch me..." he mumbled.

Tsk...

Beneath her fingertips were the powerful, coiled lines of his muscles. Xu Su paused for two seconds before giving in and pressing her entire palm flat against his skin.

Zhou Mochen stiffened. With a slight loss of control, he pushed Xu Su down onto the sofa. His searing lips trailed down to her collarbone, but he was still hung up on her praise for the other guy. "Don’t look at other men, Susu. Am I not good enough for you?... Touch me more..."

"...You’re very good..."

What was the definition of a prime specimen?

Although Xu Su had no one to compare him to, Zhou Mochen’s lean waist without an ounce of fat, his long, powerful legs, his broad shoulders, and that exquisitely handsome face of his...

Even if he wasn’t a domineering CEO, if he worked at a high-end club, plenty of people would be willing to bankrupt themselves just to sleep with him once.

The thought made Xu Su laugh out loud. She placed a hand on his ruffled hair. "Okay, no more kissing. We agreed you wouldn’t interfere with my studies this year."

As she spoke, she tried to push him off and get up.

His grip on her waist tightened...

"You’re just going to leave me hanging like this?" Zhou Mochen gripped her waist, his tone incredulous. "Xu Su, are you trying to break me?"

"Why don’t you... go take a cold shower." Xu Su was completely unmoved. She pried his hands from her waist, her voice as merciless as a stone-cold warrior.

’As if she dared to "take care of it" for him...’

’He was already like this without even getting a taste; he could barely maintain control as it was.’

’Once the floodgates opened, she could easily imagine he’d never want to leave the bed, giving her no time at all to study.’

"No." Zhou Mochen refused to move, pressing his body against hers while slowly kissing her neck. "You help me."

His hot breath as he spoke sent a blush creeping from the tip of her ear across her entire face...

The request was too bold for Xu Su. Her face flushed red, and for a moment, she completely lost the ability to speak...

Until he took her hand...

"No, no, no, no, no..." As if scalded by boiling water, Xu Su snatched her hand back and shoved him off. "No!"

The forceful shove nearly sent the unprepared Zhou Mochen tumbling off the sofa. Luckily, his reflexes were quick, and he caught himself with a hand on the floor. He looked at Xu Su, his eyes narrowing slightly.

His tone was accusatory. "I can’t do this, and I can’t do that. So, Susu, why don’t you tell me what I *am* allowed to do?"