Chapter 102: Not Allowed

Men are all the same by nature, especially in bed; their words are never trustworthy, including Cheng Jiu’s.

Xin Gan was dazed and confused, blurting out whatever came to mind without restraint.

“I said it hurt, but you lied and said it didn’t. You’re just good at lying.”

“What did I lie about?” Cheng Jiu had never seen her drunk before. As expected, she was well-behaved, not causing a fuss, just not fully conscious, and she said things she usually wouldn’t. To him, it was a delight beyond words.

Leaning against the car window, Xin Gan shifted slightly, squinting at him. After a moment, she said, “You did lie to me, you lied to make me give myself to you…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, the words too shameful to speak.

Cheng Jiu’s cruelty was no different from other men’s; he was utterly wicked, teasing her with all sorts of intentions.

There was no one around, the atmosphere charged and ready to ignite at a spark.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. She was weak and fell easily against his chest, hands resting on his strong shoulders, her eyes moist and looking at him with a helpless, pitiful expression that stirred his heart.

Cheng Jiu was captivated by her vulnerability, resisting nothing. He cupped her face with one hand, the other sliding to the back of her head, holding her gently. His voice dropped to a low murmur: “I want to taste that wine, too.”

Xin Gan watched his face grow larger and closer, her awareness fading, and her body responded naturally by closing her eyes, limbs going limp.

Her lips tasted of fruit wine—sweet, pleasant.

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Xin Gan was truly drunk now, her legs weak and unable to stand. Cheng Jiu helped her out of the car, supporting her as she leaned softly against him, trying to straighten up but swaying unsteadily. Cheng Jiu locked the car, sighed, and wrapped his arm around her waist, whispering, “Do you want me to carry you inside?”

“No, it’s embarrassing if someone sees…” Her cheeks and earlobes flushed pink, her eyes veiled by a watery mist, her gaze clear despite the haze.

Spring in Yong City was like summer—neither hot nor cold. She removed her light jacket, leaving only a strapless black cocktail dress, revealing delicate arms crossed over her chest. Even so, her beauty was undeniable.

Cheng Jiu suppressed his restless desire, his voice hoarse, “Don’t go inside.”

His hand had already found her waist.

“No… I can’t,” she shook her head, a subconscious sense of propriety holding her back. “No, tonight… you just hold on a little longer. After the wedding, I’ll…”

“So then it’s up to me?”

Xin Gan smiled without defense, “Yes, you’re mine, all yours…”

“Are you truly drunk or just pretending? So well-behaved, even coaxing me happily.”

Xin Gan didn’t know how to explain it. She was partly confused, partly clear-headed. The words she wanted to say were a mixture of truth and the embarrassment she usually hid for fear of his laughter. The closest she had ever admitted was that she liked him.

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