Chapter 1290 - Feel How Much I Love You (1/2)
Gong Yi followed her gaze which had settled on his laptop. What he saw shocked even him. The button he had pressed earlier did not, in fact, turn off his laptop. Instead, it merely paused the clip. The scene where it paused, however…
Gong Yi…
“Ha, ha…” he laughed awkwardly. Pointing at his laptop, he said, “My laptop’s been infected by a virus. I was trying to fix it before you came in…”
Bai Beibei’s face red face darkened several shades, taking on a rich burgundy hue. Who was he trying to fool? She was not a child. She knew exactly what the image represented and what it meant for him to be watching a clip of it taking place.
Ogling such things in his room… She did not know what to say.
She immediately averted her eyes. Unfortunately, as she did so, she unconsciously looked down and noticed the obscene bulge straining his pants.
She could not breathe. It felt like her body was being pricked over and over again by a needle.
Gong Yi had never encountered such an embarrassing situation in his entire life. “Cough,” he cleared his throat, trying to sound serious, “Let me turn my laptop off. It is rather distressing…”
Sitting down on his bed, he turned his laptop off and put it away.
Yet, no sooner had he done so than the sound of the woman’s shrill cries echoed as the clip began playing.
Gong Yi sucked in a breath of cold air. “Don’t misunderstand, I…”
Bai Beibei had vanished from sight. She ran away.
Gong Yi…
He collapsed on his bed dejectedly. How could this have happened? It was over! How would she look at him now that she knew? He had not even taken a bite and he managed to scare the little white rabbit away…
The one thing he was certain of, though, was how upset she had been when she caught sight of the image frozen on his laptop’s screen.
He stared at the crystal chandelier over his head, thinking through his options. When he had decided on the course of action he would take, he pulled out his phone and sent Bai Beibei a text.
He composed a message. —— I wasn’t looking at anything.
He received no reply for a while.
Gong Yi sent another message. —— I was only taking a little peek.
Bai Beibei continued ignoring him.
Gong Yi didn’t give up. —— Alright, alright. I was watching it. Are you happy now? I don’t know of any man who hasn’t watched something like it before.
The silence weighed like a stone sinking into the sea.
Gong Yi threw his phone aside in frustration. What was she unhappy about now?
His sharp eyes narrowed dangerously, a certain restlessness squirming in its depths. He found his present situation far more exciting than the clip he had been watching. Could he have induced some form of excitement in her as well?
He felt a primal urge stirring within him.
Bai Beibei’s image slowly, but surely, superimposed itself over the image of that woman frozen in the clip. He could think of nothing else. All his thoughts converged on the image of her sticking out her soft, pink tongue at him earlier that evening. It stoked a passionate fire in him, growing to the size of a raging inferno.
She slept in the room next to his.
Already, he could smell the sweet fragrance of her skin and feel the warm, mellow touch of her body against his…
His eyes burst open and he stalked out of the room.
…
Arriving outside Bai Beibei’s room, he knocked on the door.
The door remained closed, shuttered; unopen.
Gong Yi licked his dry lips. “Beibei, please open the door. I want to see you.” His voice was so hoarse that it did not sound like his own.
In her room, Bai Beibei hugged herself, rocking back and forth. The lights were off and in the gloomy darkness, she sat alone.
She did not know how she ought to react.
The Gong Yi in her heart was such a noble and refined man. She could not reconcile what she had seen with the image of him she had built up.
She was scared. No – terrified. She recalled the events that had taken place the night she was in Hong Kong. Although he had been rude then, she brushed it off as the consequence of his being drunk. She remembered the way he forced himself on her in so domineering a manner that she could not resist him. Even now, the memory of him panting into her ear stood out like blood on fresh snow. It was something she would not ever be able to forget.
She was not stupid. She knew what his intentions were by knocking on the door. For a moment, she hesitated. Maybe…
No. She did not dare take the risk.
It hurt.
She did not feel happy at all.