Refusing To Let Go Of Her

When Sheng Yuchen entered the room, his head lowered as he unbuttoned his shirt and cuffs. When he thought about the aggressive and provocative look in Mu Chuqing's eyes, a wave of annoyance started surging in his heart.

He carelessly tore off his necktie and threw it on the bed. When he looked up, he saw the woman on the bed looking at him alluringly.

Sheng Yuchen's brows twitched ever so slightly. He grabbed the tie, turned around, and hung it on the clothes hanger at the door.

The woman's hands slid around his waist from behind, and her body pressed against his.

"Chen…"

Chang Chu's voice was brimming with desire and allure. Sheng Yuchen turned around and looked down at her.

She was stark naked, her body graceful and fragrant.

When he turned around, Chang Chu reached up and looped her hands around his neck, her frail, delicate hand gently rubbing his chest. She stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips, her naked body pressed tightly against his.

Sheng Yuchen's eyes seemed a little distracted as if he was thinking about something. But when Chang Chu's lips were about to touch his lips, he turned his head to the side. Then, he reached out to hold her hand that was slithering on his chest and pushed her away.

"Chen?"

Chang Chu looked at him with an aggrieved look. She bit her lips awkwardly and suddenly did not know where to put her hands.

"You're still healing from the surgery, you should rest and recuperate…"

Tears welled up in Chang Chu's eyes. "Chen, I had the surgery last year!"

Before she had the surgery, he told her that she should rest to strengthen her body, and after the surgery, he told her that she should recuperate.

It has been three years. When will all this end!

Was he so reluctant to touch her?

Or could he still be reluctant to forget that woman!

Sheng Yuchen ignored her words and buttoned up his shirt, which was previously undone.

"Put on your clothes, I'll bring you to the guest room!"

"Chen!"

Chang Chu exclaimed with a tone of protest.

However, Sheng Yuchen behaved like he did not hear her. He walked to the bedside, picked up the bathrobe, and draped it over her body. Without any further discussion, he dragged her into the guest room.

"Have a good rest, good night."

Sheng Yuchen planted a kiss on her forehead, then turned to leave.

Chang Chu grit her teeth, and a look of resentment and hatred slid across her face. She collapsed heavily on the bed.

Sheng Yuchen entered the bedroom again, and his eyes habitually glanced at the wall behind the bed. But his eyes saw only a blank and empty white wall.

He walked over and sat down by the bed, took out a cigarette from his chest pocket, and lit it.

The wedding portrait of his and Mu Chuqing used to be hanging in that place on the wall. Although it was no longer there, he could still clearly remember the expression on her face.

She was in her tube top style wedding gown and had a wreath made of baby's breath flowers on her head. Her lips had a silly smile as her eyes curved into crescent shapes with her smile, and she was cheekily sticking out her tongue. One of her hands had lifted the frill of her white gown over his shoulders, playfully shrouding him in the white gauze.

He still remembered everything that had happened when she dragged him to the wedding shoot. She chided him while posing for being too rigid and having face paralysis.

She had tried to painstakingly teach him to pose. He had watched her as she started to lose her patience, and after reaching her limit, she started throwing things at him. Desperate for getting photos, she resorted to pulling his limbs into position, then jumped into a wild pose herself.

Of course, he was convinced of that, so they ended up with five large boxes of photographs. Many of them were of him kissing Mu Chuqing in various poses.

At that time, Mu Chuqing was sprawled on this very bed, swung her slender legs in the air, and flipped through the photo albums page by page. From time to time, she suddenly blurted out, "hooligan!"

As for himself, he was lying on his side across from her. He reached out to pull her into his embrace, held her small waist in his hand, and pressed on top of her. "You want to know what a real hooligan is like?"

Her delicate cheeks blushed immediately. Then, like a little girl, she tried to wriggle her and shrunk down to bury her head in his arms, looking cute. Following which, muffled cries of "hooligan!" could still be heard coming from underneath his body.

He naturally refused to let her off so easily. He lowered his head and grabbed her lips with his, unleashing their passion. Following which, with his suave and charm, he spent the entire night teaching her what a real hooligan was.