Sheng Qianchi never thought that this woman would rush him out right after they finished eating, she really was heartless. But in front of her, he had really honed the skill of being thick-skinned. He ate the grapes on his plate unhurriedly, eyes fixed on the TV, his tone drawn out and lazy, "Can’t go back, the road to Shuiyunjian is not yet repaired." He still had the nerve to say it. Remembering what happened that night made her want to punch him hard. "Don’t you have a helicopter?" Sheng Qianchi maintained a lazy demeanor, even lying on the sofa, propping his head with one hand, "No can do, I’m too weak, might get motion sickness." Gu Jiayin rolled her eyes. After a long silence, she finally said, "Then stay here, I’ll go to Xiya’s place." Saying this, she began to pack her bag, ready to leave. This time, Sheng Qianchi panicked, suddenly sat up, caught up to her and pulled her back, clearly upset, "Gu Jiayin, am I a wolf or a tiger that you detest me so? I’m so weak, can’t you take care of me for a few days?" Gu Jiayin’s face was full of unwillingness, "I’m a career woman, not your maid, why should I take care of you?" Sheng Qianchi gazed at the woman for a while, then suddenly released her wrist, turning to sit back on the sofa, "Fine, go ahead, but if I’m always treated coldly, I don’t know how insane I might become. Who knows, maybe by tomorrow morning Lu Xiya will be kidnapped and thrown into the wilderness." Barefaced threats, yet coming from his mouth, still carried an air of elegance. Gu Jiayin threw down her bag and strode back, grabbing a cushion from the sofa and smashed it over the man’s head. Sheng Qianchi didn’t dodge, allowing her to hit him. He was certain she wouldn’t use much force because he could see the two words "touched" written in her eyes. These two words, he could read from the moment he woke up and saw her. Sure enough, after a few painless hits, the woman threw down the cushion in frustration and sat down on the sofa. Seemingly with nowhere to vent her frustration, she grabbed the remote and changed the channel, obviously not wanting him to watch what he wanted. The kind of man he is, he’d only watch the news on TV anyway. She directly switched to a melodramatic romance drama. As expected, when the overly emotional and saccharine lines from the TV reached his ears, the man immediately frowned, almost ready to get up and run away. Gu Jiayin felt a sense of revenge, clutching the remote while leaning against the sofa watching with relish. Every woman has a romance dream, she was no different. Even though she no longer pursued love in reality, watching romantic stories was still a pleasure for her. Sheng Qianchi lasted a minute before he couldn’t stand it anymore, pulling the woman beside him into his arms, his thin lips brushing against her cheek, "Is this really good?" "Alright," he sighed, "if you want to watch, I’ll accompany you." Gu Jiayin replied mockingly, in a lazy voice, "Young Master Sheng, don’t force yourself. You’re so weak right now, if you get sick, wouldn’t it be a matter of moments before you die here?" Sheng Qianchi suddenly bit her ear, applying just enough pressure until she gasped before letting go. "Since I woke up, how many times have you mentioned me dying here? Are you really wishing for my death, hmm?" Gu Jiayin pursed her lips in frustration, "Whatever you like, just don’t disturb my TV time." Her willingness to quietly accompany him already satisfied him greatly, so he dared not upset her further. While she watched TV, he quietly held her, watching her. Until a certain scene captured his attention. Google seaʀᴄh novel(ꜰ)ire.net This romance drama was indeed very melodramatic, especially the male lead, who was hysterical. The TV scene switched to a rainy night. In the dim lighting, the raindrops formed a dense slanting weave. The male lead tightly gripped the wrist of the female lead, who was trying to escape. His hair was soaked by the rain, water streamed down his cheeks, yet he seemed oblivious. He declared his love loudly and passionately, "Wanlin, I love you, I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. Be my woman, please?" The female lead refused, "No, we’re not suitable." The male lead became even more agitated, "Wanlin, I’ll only love you in this lifetime, so you have to be mine." He said this and, ignoring the female lead’s reluctance, passionately pulled her into his embrace and kissed her deeply. Filled with enduring affection. The rainwater mingled with their kiss. Gu Jiayin just watched calmly, not really moved but also not indifferent, simply viewing a melodramatic story with rational detachment. But the man beside her, who had been enduring this melodrama with impatience, suddenly became emotional. While the TV showed the male lead kissing the female lead passionately, he suddenly bowed his head and kissed her. From her earlobe to her cheek, then navigating from her cheek to her neck, each kiss landed firmly, leaving mock strawberries on her skin. It wasn’t until later that Gu Jiayin started to resist, pushing him away, "Sheng Qianchi, stop going crazy." But Sheng Qianchi couldn’t control this sudden surge of impulse, kissing her more fervently, flipping her over to face him, domineeringly capturing her lips. His deep voice whispered softly by her ear, "Jiayin, I also promise to love only you this lifetime, so you have to be mine too." Gu Jiayin was speechless; the man who never watched romance dramas seemed intoxicated after such a short exposure. But before she could resist, he forcefully pressed her into the sofa. The kissing never ceased. From her lips to neck, then back again, repeatedly, entwined deeply, tirelessly. Gu Jiayin felt she was on the verge of collapsing, her nose filled with his overwhelming masculine scent, her ears filled with his hot, uneven breath, plus the sappy lines from the TV continuously assaulting her senses—everything was wearing down her nerves. Though fully clothed, she couldn’t help but feel the tension, an intense tension. She even used a pleading tone to stop him, "Sheng Qianchi, please stop this." At last, Sheng Qianchi ceased his almost lethally seductive teasing and looked down at her, already limp as water beneath him, his voice hoarse as he spoke softly, "Jiayin, say yes, marry me, hmm?" He gently rubbed her delicate, blushing cheek with his fingertip, "Marry me, be my only woman in this lifetime, everything I have will be yours." The man shed a layer of desire, in his eyes spread layers of sincerity. She lay within his grasp, emanating a soft allure. If he could, he would indeed package her up, tuck her away in his treasure trove, never letting the world see her again. His treasure trove held only her, and her beauty was for his eyes alone to appreciate. Such a man, born to glory, innately handsome, naturally exuding the ultimate charm to enchant women, coupled with such tenderness. Gu Jiayin was suddenly pulled back from the brink of despair from before. She looked at him, silent for a long time. Her emotions were turbulent like river waves. Wave after wave, unending.