Love Me Harder, Mr. Fu - Chapter 121
“Now that I have answered your questions. Do you…forgive me now?”
Shi Lian can never truly stay angry at him. She already forgave him when he took the initiative to tell her about what she wants to ask.
He looks at her expectantly and waits for her to answer. Shi Lian thinks of playing with him s little since he was wrong, a prank won’t hurt.
“Oh well….this is so hard” she whines, pretending her best.
“Hard what? To forgive me?”
She nods, resisting not to laugh. The smile had earlier is now taken by panic. He looks cute when he is panicking.
“I-I tell me what I need to do,” he says, determined.
Shi Lian pretends to think hard and she says, “Um…kneel and apologize.”
She has already thought that Zichen will not do it but to her surprise, he got up from the couch and begin kneeling. Her eyes widen and she thinks maybe he had taken it too seriously.
“Wait! Zichen! Get up! God, I was just messing with you!” she says in a hurry and reaches to hold him by his arm.
He looks at her, eyebrows shot up, and his mouth twitches. He gets up and stands in front of her, his arms crossing in front of his half-naked chest. Sitting on the couch, makes her look small in front of his huge body. She has to crane her neck to look up to meet his eyes. He is looking at her, and Shi Lian ponders if he is angry or what?
She laughs nervously and meekly looks at him. “You do that to me as well. I was only making it even.”
He says nothing. He leans forward and he is only and inches away from her face.
The spice and his scent radiate and it’s making her body react. “You tricked me, Shi Lian?” he asks, his voice low and husky.
Her heart beats rapidly and her breathing changes. Her eyes trail down from his eyes to his soft lips and stay rooted there. Without any thinking, she nods, gulping softly.
He leans in more, his hot breath hitting her upper lip. God, she is a human after all and it’s very hard to resist this temptation. “Should I punish you then?”
All she wants is him to hold her and kiss her like anything. She licks her lip which is suddenly dry snd nods again without any second thought.
“How should I punish you then?” his seductive voice is making her lose her mind. Her body is practically begging him to touch but he hasn’t laid a finger in her yet.
Her hands involuntarily touch his chest and she leans to kiss him but he backs away. That makes her annoy and her eyebrows knit together.
“Answer me” he demands. He and his bossy demands. He can never change.
He again leans, his lip brushing the corner of her lip. It takes a very little amount of time to not hover over him.
“I…don’t know” she whispers, her breath shook. Her all focus is on how soft his lips are and it brushes over hers, teasing her most painfully.
Her hands reach to touch his face but when she does, he backs away again and grabbing her hand he drops them behind her head, leaving her gasping and in frustration. He smirks and is more satisfied looking at how annoyed Shi Lian looks.
“What the hell Zichen?” she growls, narrowing her eyes at her.
“Well, this should be your punishment” he smirks, cocking his head.
“What?”
“You cannot touch me” he whispers, looking straight into her eyes and it takes her breath away.
“You cannot be serious” she laughs, sitting straight.
His smirk remains on his face, “Oh I am. Very.”
This has to be the stupidest thing she had ever heard. This man who tells how he loves when she touches him is now saying no. What the fuck is going on?
She looks at him, disbelief written all over her face. Neither of them says anything. Getting the hint that he is not kidding, she grits her teeth. “alright” she gets up, “if that’s what you want, I’ll go.”
As she starts moving, Zichen stops her by grabbing her forearm and pulling her closer to him. “You cannot” he whispers against her cheeks, “you cannot even if you want to.”
And with enough of teasing, he hovers over her mouth, kissing her like she is his breath and the only reason to live. Groaning, her will to resist is now gone. She is lost in him, in his mouth, all in him. Her hands try to shove in his hair but he grabs them with one hand and the other holding her from her waist.
“No touching” he reminds her between kisses. She lets out a frustrating groan and he chuckles.
He knows very well she cannot say no to this and the way he chose to torture her is on point.
He pulls away, both gasping for breath and both their cheeks are flushed.
The sight of him in the shirt, his bare chest just half shown is making her winch. Her hands her itching to rip open the shirt from his body but his no touching punishment is not allowing her to do so.
He then hauls her up, her legs intertwine together behind his waist. He kisses her again, deep and passionate, his hands still holding her stubborn ones.
“You are killing me” she complains as she kisses him.
“That’s what punishment is for” he chuckles kissing her. He moves without breaking the kiss upstairs, to his room.
The door of his room is already open as he was cleaning up here before Shi Lian’s arrival. The whiskey bottle is gone, his room is back to normal— clean and hygienic.
He travels to where his bed is and drops her on the mattress. She squeals, “One more time, and I’ll kill you” she gives him a deathly stare to which Zichen laughs.
He starts unbuttoning his shirt and after all the buttons are opened, he tosses it to a side and looks at her. Her eyes trail over his body, the body which only she can touch. The abs snd that V-shaped torso is so damn sexy with his muscles flexing with his movement. She lays there, panting and watching him with pleasure.
Instead of coming to her, he goes inside in his closet and Shi Lian asks from behind, “Where are you going?”
In a while, he comes out holding a black-tie in his hand and the sight of it makes her throat dry. What’s he going to do with the tie? She thinks to herself.
He hops in the bed, his knees on either side of her body. “Your hands are mischievous” saying that he brings both her hands together and with the help of his tie he wraps it on her wrist.
“You so gonna pay for this” she growls, shooting him a dirty look as he does his work.
“I am already” he chuckles.