novelraw Chapter 119 Stingy
Chapter 119 Stingy
Gu Yanshen's body visibly trembled.
He lowered his head.
Looking at Lu Xiran.
Those eyes were deep, filled with worry, tension, and a fire that had burned for three years. But that fire was suppressed, hidden, as if afraid of burning her.
He didn't say anything.
He just held her even tighter.
He strode towards the elevator.
The elevator doors closed.
There were only the two of them in the enclosed space.
And his breathing.
It's a mess.
Lu Xiran looked up and secretly glanced at him.
His jawline was taut. His Adam's apple bobbed. He stared at the fluctuating floor numbers, but nothing seemed to register.
He was holding back.
Lu Xiran, however, was thinking about something else.
New Password.
She needs to know what the new password is.
We can't let him see his face—we have to cover his eyes.
He can't use his right hand—he usually only registers fingerprints on his right hand, so we have to wrap that hand around.
Her mind raced, but her hands moved before she could react.
She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.
Gu Yanshen looked down at her.
Lu Xiran immediately adjusted her expression—her eyes were glazed over, her breathing was rapid, and her lips were slightly parted.
"Uncle..." Her voice was soft and hoarse, with a hint of a sob, "I feel so bad..."
She buried her face in the crook of his neck and nuzzled against him.
She really didn't want to let go.
For the first time in three years, she could approach him so openly, without having to hide, pretend, or tell herself, "He has nothing to do with you anymore."
Gu Yanshen's body stiffened for a moment.
Then he hugged her even tighter.
It was so tight she could hardly breathe.
But she didn't struggle.
She didn't want to struggle either.
The elevator is still going up.
Lu Xiran nuzzled against his neck while keeping an eye on his right hand out of the corner of her eye.
He held her in his arms, his right hand supporting her leg, his fingers tightening slightly.
Not there yet.
hold on.
She continued acting, continued to rub against him, and mumbled something unintelligible.
Gu Yanshen's breathing became increasingly erratic.
She could feel his heartbeat, pounding against her chest through several layers of clothing.
at last.
The elevator has stopped.
The moment the door opened, he stepped outside.
Lu Xiran's heart jumped.
He held her in his arms, and could only enter the password with his left hand.
Her gaze secretly followed him—
2.
x。
x。
x。
x。
drop--
The door opened.
Password obtained!
Lu Xiran mentally applauded herself.
Three seconds, perfect!
Before she could even feel happy, he carried her into the house.
Then--
He turned into the guest room.
Lu Xiran was stunned.
Guest rooms?
Not the master bedroom?
She went through all that trouble to get the password just so she could peek into the master bedroom!
So he carried her into the guest room?
You cheapskate!
She cursed inwardly, but before she could even adjust her expression, he gently placed her on the bed.
The soft mattress sank in, and his arm was still under her, not immediately withdrawn.
Lu Xiran looked at him.
He stood by the bed, looking down at her. Something was churning in her eyes, but he was suppressing it, suppressing it tightly.
Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling on his profile and outlining him like a figure in a painting.
Too beautiful.
Lu Xiran's heart skipped a beat.
Then she remembered her public persona.
She reached out and grabbed his tie.
"Don't go..."
Her voice was soft and sticky, with a slightly coquettish nasal tone.
"It hurts...don't go..."
Gu Yanshen closed his eyes.
When those eyes opened again, the fire inside was already burning.
He looked at her.
Looking at her flushed face, dazed eyes, and slightly parted lips.
He knew she had taken Chinese medicine.
The person he had been thinking about for three years was now beneath him, begging him.
Gu Yanshen could not suppress the surging emotions within him.
As his kiss landed, Lu Xiran's hand happened to be resting on his chest.
What she wanted to say.
But he didn't give him a chance.
His lips, burning hot, pressed down on hers, his tongue prying open her teeth and stealing her breath. At the same time, his hand grasped her wrist, gently lifting it and pressing it above her head.
Before Lu Xiran could react, she felt a touch on her wrist.
Soft. Slightly cool.
—He is his leader.
It was wrapped so lightly, yet tightened so tightly.
It doesn't hurt.
But then she suddenly realized that she couldn't escape.
My heart beat before my reason, and I lost my rhythm.
Lu Xiran was stunned for a moment.
She knew he had some... tendencies.
—Not every time, but at certain times, when his emotions were particularly intense.
And she never resisted.
Because that's him.
Because she loved everything about him—his tenderness, his strength, everything he gave her.
She loves him.
So she cooperated with him.
But this time is different.
He didn't continue immediately. He stopped and looked at her.
Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling on her face. Her eyes shone like stars as she looked directly at him, her gaze devoid of fear or resistance, containing only something that made his heart flutter.
trust.
There is also love.
So direct, so frank, so unreserved.
Gu Yanshen couldn't bear that kind of gaze.
It's too hot.
It was so hot that his eyes stung.
He raised his hand, lifted her clothes, and gently covered her eyes.
"Gu..."
She had barely uttered a word when he kissed her.
They wouldn't let her speak.
He didn't want her to look at him like that.
He told her not to call him that way.
Because he would lose control the moment she opened her mouth.
The clothes covered her eyes, but they couldn't cover her other senses.
—Her hearing became more acute; she could hear his breathing, each breath heavier than the last.
—Her sense of touch became clearer, and she could feel the trembling of his fingers as they brushed against her skin.
She couldn't see him.
But she knew he was watching her.
The feeling of being watched was so intense that her whole body felt hot.
She wanted to speak.
I want to call his name.
She wanted to tell him—she was here, she wouldn't leave, she was willing.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, he kissed her.
again and again.
Don't give her any chance.
Her voice was swallowed between his lips and teeth, turning into broken sobs.
Lu Xiran doesn't remember much about what happened after that.
All I remember is that in the darkness, his presence became exceptionally clear.
His kisses landed on her body, leaving no spot untouched. His palms pressed against her skin, burning hot and calloused, leaving scorching marks wherever they touched. His breath was heavy and ragged in her ear, like a wild beast finally released after being suppressed for too long.
She couldn't see him.
I can only feel him.
Feel his strength, his tenderness, and his madness.
Feel the trembling in his every pause, feel the almost reverent reverence in his every kiss.
She floated up and down in the darkness.
He led me to the summit time and time again.
She wanted to call his name.
She wanted to tell him that she loved him.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, he kissed her.
I silenced her with a kiss.
It was as if the night could go on forever as long as she remained silent.
It was as if dawn would never come if she remained silent.