novelraw Chapter 170 The Rabbit Shows Its Power
Chapter 170 The Rabbit Shows Its Power
Gu Yanshen couldn't answer.
He wanted to tell her that she was his everything.
But he swallowed it back.
He couldn't. Could he selfishly keep her by his side like this?
Reason returned.
He slowly released her hand, his fingers slipping one by one from between hers. "I'm sorry," his voice was hoarse, "I lost my composure just now."
Lu Xiran was stunned.
She sat on the bed, her hand still in the position where he had held it, her fingers feeling empty.
What's going on?
Gu Yanshen was already sitting on the edge of the bed, and reached out to pull her up.
She had thought he would comfort her. She thought he would say those things that would make her heart race, she thought he would look into her eyes and see her speechless.
He didn't even bother to explain.
Scumbag!
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found herself at a loss for words. Should she scold him? Question him? Or beg him to stop? She couldn't utter a single word.
Gu Yanshen didn't know what to say. He sat there, feeling like even his breathing was wrong. "Or," he paused, "I'll go to the company."
What's going on?
Her movements were faster than her reactions. She reached out and grabbed his pajamas.
"Besides that," her voice was muffled, filled with barely suppressed grievance, "don't you want to be with me anymore?"
He turned around and looked at her hand clutching the hem of his shirt. Her fingers were slender and white, her nails trimmed short, the tips of her fingers turning white from the force of her bite. He suddenly remembered how she had bitten his arm with the same force, so forcefully that he thought it would draw blood, but in the end, it was just a few shallow teeth marks. She didn't even bite him hard.
"Of course not." He sat down beside her, closer still. "Ranran." He pressed his forehead against hers, their noses touching, their breaths mingling. "I acted impulsively just now. I really wanted you to stay, but I..."
He stopped.
"But I didn't know I was so selfish..."
"Selfish?" She looked up, her eyes red.
"Ranran." He looked at her, something shattering in his eyes. "You should go back to Switzerland."
She paused for a moment. Then she turned to leave.
He pulled her back abruptly into his arms. His arms encircled her waist tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his bones. His face was buried in the crook of her shoulder, his breathing heavy and erratic.
"Gu Yanshen!" she snapped, biting his shoulder in anger. Her teeth dug into his muscle through his thin pajamas—not hard, but with considerable force. She mumbled, her voice muffled against his shoulder, "Even a rabbit will show its power when angry!"
He didn't move. He just held her like that, letting her bite him.
Does it hurt? Yes, it hurts. But he likes this pain. It's from her. She's still here, she's still biting him, she hasn't left.
She slowly opened her mouth, a small patch of the cloth in her mouth dampened by saliva. Looking at the teeth mark, she suddenly felt incredibly wronged.
He was the one who provoked her, he was the one who flirted with her first, he was the one who pinned her to the bed. And yet he said, "You should go back to Switzerland."
"Why don't you care about anything?" Her voice broke.
He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb gently tracing her bitten, red lips. "I like it when you bite me. I like having your marks all over my body." His voice was soft, as if he were saying something long buried. "If you want, you can bite as much as you want."
Are you a masochist?
"No." He looked at her, his eyes burning with a mixture of restraint and a raw, undisguised desire. "I want everything about you."
She kissed him. Not a fleeting touch, not a half-hearted kiss, but a passionate kiss filled with grievance, resentment, and all the unspoken words.
He paused for a moment, then grabbed the back of her head and pressed her against himself.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers running through his hair. "I want you to tell me," her voice broke between his teeth, "that you love me."
He kissed her without saying a word.
"I want you to tell me you love me." Her tears slid down her cheeks, salty, and flowed between their intertwined lips. She didn't care; she just wanted to hear it. She wanted to hear him say it, not with his eyes, not with his actions, but with his mouth, word by word.
He didn't say anything. He just held her tighter and kissed her more deeply.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," her voice grew softer and gentler, "but I hope you can be gentler..."
She didn't finish speaking.
He pressed down and kissed her. It wasn't a restrained, gentle kiss, but a kiss that had been suppressed for too long, tormented countless times by reason and fear, finally breaking free. His hands gripped her waist, pressing her entirely into the mattress, his fingers threading through hers, intertwining, their fingers locked together.
She closed her eyes.
The sunlight outside the window was perfect. A corner of the curtain was lifted by the wind, then fell back down. Time seemed to slow down, as if it were making up for every second they had missed.
From day to night. From night to dawn. He called her name, over and over. She answered him, again and again.
The next day, Lin Chen watched Gu Yanshen walk into the office. His steps were much more steady than in the previous days, and the dark circles under his eyes had faded considerably.
He didn't ask.
You don't need to ask anything.
There is only one person in this world who can pull Gu Yanshen out of the abyss overnight. He just leaned back in his chair, watching Gu Yanshen sit down opposite him, open the documents, and the pen tip scratched on the paper.
"She didn't leave," Lin Chen said. It wasn't a question.
Gu Yanshen paused, his pen still in motion, without looking up. "Hmm."
Looking at his forced composure, Lin Chen suddenly remembered last night—when he drove Gu Yanshen home, that man sat in the passenger seat, too weak even to fasten his seatbelt. He hadn't slept for five days, his whole being like a lamp about to burn out. Now the lamp was lit again.
"Aren't you afraid she'll get hurt again?" Lin Chen's voice was very soft.
Gu Yanshen finally raised his head and looked at him. His eyes held a multitude of emotions—guilt, fear, and an overwhelming, barely suppressed longing. "I'm afraid," he said, "but I'm also afraid she won't be here."
Lin Chen remained silent.
He knew he couldn't stop them.
He couldn't stop it for the past three years. He sighed and changed the subject.
"Li Fengche has escaped from prison."