Chapter 72 - Qi Chengzhi, Enough Already! (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Instead of rejecting his advances, a frightened Song Yu became incredibly nervous. She held her breath unknowingly and leaned backward, causing the back of her head and her body to press tightly against the car seat.

His face was almost plastered against hers. She breathed in the faint and indescribably intoxicating amalgamation of tobacco and cologne.

Simply smelling that scent was enough to make Song Yu’s face redden. It sent her heart into a frenzy, and she was unable to resist its effects on her.

The absence of his glasses enabled his thick lashes to be displayed right in front of her eyes.

His eyelids gently tremored, and his eyelashes moved too. A gentle shadow was produced beneath his eyes, and it made her unable to control herself from touching him.

It took a lot of effort for her to restrain herself, but her gaze—which had a mind of its own—shifted to his lips. Reminiscing the passionate intensity with which he kissed her, it felt so familiar to her, as if it happened just moments ago.

Song Yu’s lips began heating up and they trembled involuntarily.

Noticing his outstretched hand nearly coming into contact with her cheek, Song Yu closed her eyes intuitively.

However, she did not feel his warm hands even after some time had passed. Puzzled, she lifted her eyelid ever so slightly and noticed a smirk on Qi Chengzhi’s face. He pulled the seatbelt from across her body and buckled her up.

Song Yu was so embarrassed that her face turned red in that instant. He laughed at her because she had allowed her vivid imagination to run wild.

Although the seatbelt had been fastened, Qi Chengzhi still remained in the same position. His right hand, which was originally grasping the seatbelt, shifted rapidly to her waist. He brushed aside her wool jacket and gently caressed her waist. Her thin, skin-tight sweater was the only thing separating them.

Song Yu trembled from the scalding heat. Afraid to lift her head up, she looked down but did not close her eyes.

Sporting a high ponytail, she looked just like a young and innocent student. Although she was wearing a pure-white wool jacket, it was no match for the fairness of her near-translucent skin. Her cheek, however, was flushed pink due to the chilliness of the wind that blew on her face moments ago.

Below her straight and beautiful nose, her pink lips were moist and enticing.

Locked quietly in his embrace, her submissiveness made him feel as though time paused right in the middle of that tranquil moment.

Qi Chengzhi lowered his head slowly and pressed his lips gently on hers. His soft strokes tempted her to lose herself and open her mouth; his tongue then made its assault by parting through her lips and her pearly white teeth.

As his tongue was assailing, he suddenly applied more pressure to his kisses. The back of her head was pressed hard against the chair and rubbed against it, creating a scratching sound.

His kisses became more intense and forceful, as though the word gentle was not in his dictionary. He was a man who acted on his own volition.

Song Yu lost all sense of herself when he was kissing her. He was the one who lead the way. Both of Song Yu’s hands were unable to resist moving over to his chest. Separated only by the fabric of his shirt, she could feel his body heat and the rapid thumping of his heart.

She was in a daze because his kisses made her brain somewhat lacking in oxygen. She felt him release her gradually, but he did not immediately break away.

With his forehead pressed against hers, his lips still appeared to be rubbing against hers.

Their breaths were released onto their lips, and they were both so warm that they could not feel the cold wind outside.

“I take it that you thought it through,” Qi Chengzhi said hoarsely. His lips were still sticking to hers, and it felt like his hoarse voice was entering her mouth.

Even after he sat back on his seat, Song Yu still did not come back to her senses. She had no idea what had just happened.

When her brain finally started to work again and she collected her thoughts, she remembered the words he said. By then though, it was too late, and a considerable amount of time had passed since then.

‘I take it that you thought it through.’

Did she think it through?

What exactly did she think though? The man was simply making decisions on her behalf.

Her face still remained warm and she had yet to recover from the effects of the kiss.

His warmth and taste lingered on her lips and teeth. The taste of his tongue was delicate, and it had a hint of tobacco.

Her disconcerted thoughts had no order to them, and she simply looked down. All of a sudden, a large hand appeared.

His sturdy, slender hand extended over and held her hand.

Song Yu looked down at his exquisite hand. It was like the meticulous sculpture of an artist.

It was fair, slender, and had an unwavering steadfastness to it.

The nails on his fair and well-defined fingers were clipped neatly, but his manly scent still emanated even from the tiniest of cracks.

Song Yu glanced at him. He was looking directly in front, but from the side, a relaxed brightness could be seen in his face.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but he gripped it incredibly tightly. Sensing that she intended to retract her hands, he grasped her even more forcefully.

Even if Song Yu had never been with a man before, she clearly understood what Qi Chengzhi was insinuating.

A rush of blood surged to her brain—she was only using her fingertips…to hold his finger, but she saw that his words escalated to lewdness!

It was the last straw for Song Yu. She turned her red, shy, and furious face away. No longer able to take it, she pulled her hand back with all her might. As she did so, she exclaimed shyly and angrily, “Qi Chengzhi, enough already!”

She pulled her hand back forcefully, but Qi Chengzhi was also forcefully holding on to her. He even had a forgiving tone as she replied, “Don’t make a fuss. If you do that, we’ll get into an accident.”

“You…” Song Yu was terribly infuriated, but she could not talk back to him.

She was no match for someone who was not only shameless but could also put on a show of deadly earnestness while inverting right and wrong.

Her thoughts unwittingly floated back to the first time he came over to her house to discuss the design. He sat on her bed, and in complete deadpan, asked if she would sleep with him.

Now that she thought about it, he was blatantly and purposely having his way with her like a rascal. To think that she did not suspect it all it! She had been too innocent back then!

“Alright, stop fussing around. We’re here.” Qi Chengzhi’s voice jolted her back to her senses.

It was then that Song Yu realized they were already at the Red Roof Club.

Although Qi Chengzhi did not mention anything about it, Song Yu took one look at the Red Roof Club and feared that she might have to meet Yan Beicheng as well as the others.

“Don’t be nervous. We’re just having a meal.” Qi Chengzhi stopped the car and only let go of her hand because he needed to take the car keys out.

How could she not be nervous? Song Yu glanced at him and thought for a moment. When she met Yan Beicheng and the others previously, she met them in the capacity of an ordinary architect who wanted to get Qilin’s business. This time around, what would her capacity be if she met them again?

As she was still thinking, Qi Chengzhi had already put on his glasses and opened the car door. Before he got down, Song Yu grabbed his shoulder hurriedly and said, “Wait!”

Qi Chengzhi stopped his motion of getting down the car, turned around, then looked suspiciously at her.