CHAPTER 182: 123. PRESSURE NEEDS VENTING_2

The change in behavior in the shadows is the most terrifying...

But Chen Che quickly muttered, "Too small, rock hard, not soft at all..."

"You idiot! Go to hell!"

Xia Na, who was kindly letting him lean against her chest, immediately flew into a rage, yelling and biting.

In the end, another bite mark appeared on Chen Che’s arm, putting an end to the dispute.

The two returned to the villa.

Chen Che started making some food.

Xia Na had no resistance to the delicacies he prepared. This guy was quite amazing; any ingredient in his hands could become incredibly delicious.

Simply captivating.

Xia Na also noticed that this guy had been absent-minded since getting in the car, always distracted, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Including when eating.

Xia Na wasn’t sure what he was thinking and didn’t ask much. Xia Na had a bit of self-awareness about her own brain power.

Although sometimes Chen Che called her stupid, and she would fiercely argue back, Xia Na knew that when it came to plotting something, it would make her brain ache.

Chen Che was probably plotting something about the Apocalypse Society again—Xia Na thought and didn’t disturb him, picking up a set of pajamas and going to wash up.

There were still dried blood stains on her body, with the sticky feeling of sweat after a big battle.

Hot water rinsed over her snow-white skin, tracing the perfect curves, and when she lowered her head, she could see her toes, causing Xia Na to bite her rosy lips in dissatisfaction.

The bathroom door behind her was pushed open, and Xia Na turned her head to see Chen Che walking in, glaring at him irritably, "What are you doing?"

Chen Che seemed a bit tipsy, as if he had been drinking. He approached Xia Na with large strides, wrapped his arms around her slender waist dotted with water droplets, rested his chin on her fair shoulder, and rubbed his lips against her white, tender cheek.

Smelling the alcohol, Xia Na immediately pushed at Chen Che’s shoulder, "Hey! Your breath stinks, don’t kiss me... let me go, I need to shower..."

She pushed twice but found Chen Che didn’t budge. Suddenly, Xia Na realized that today’s Chen Che was quite different from before, his hand resting gently on her flat stomach, caressing her soft abdomen, feeling the delicate skin and defined abs.

Chen Che needed an outlet to vent, to redirect the pressure weighing on his mind.

Alcohol and... physical desire.

Since An Nishang left, he had been holding back for a long time, and he hadn’t casually sought out other women.

Chen Che admitted to himself that as a man he could be a bit vulgar, admiring beautiful women and not wanting to refuse them, but he was equally confident in his self-control.

However, the newly acquired memories and everything about the Apocalypse Society weighed heavily on him like the Five Finger Mountain on Sun Wukong’s head.

It truly made Chen Che feel a huge threat.

This was, since crossing into this world, the most troublesome issue Chen Che had faced. The only comparable pressure was when An Nishang initially wanted to kill him.

He drank An Nishang’s wine, wanting the alcohol to release and relax him. The alcohol brought a surge of desire.

He stared at Xia Na’s rosy lips and couldn’t resist lowering his head to kiss them.

Xia Na hummed a few times, annoyed by his sudden action.

Even though she knew her entire body had long been taken advantage of by Chen Che, having no privacy left in front of him, occasionally being hugged tightly and kissed.

Though she felt a strange sense of shame, she actually quite enjoyed the feeling of their lips and tongues meeting sometimes.

This yin-yang harmony between men and women, something Xia Na used to scoff at, was now something she began to cautiously accept and try.

So she could tolerate some of Chen Che’s actions towards her.

She didn’t have this feeling towards all men, only Chen Che, who was somewhat peculiar; when in close contact, she wouldn’t say she liked it, but she didn’t hate it either.

But that didn’t mean this guy could treat her like a toy, playing whenever he wanted!

Xia Na was just about to angrily shove Chen Che away but noticed something was off; under his flushed, drunken face, his eyes seemed to carry a hint of worry.

Blocked by his lips, Xia Na paused, seemingly understanding that this guy was under a lot of pressure and was venting.

Her beautiful eyes flickered with a touch of melancholy, and finally, under the constant spray of the shower, Xia Na’s heart softened, and she didn’t push him away.

Letting herself be toyed with by him.

But this guy seemed to be getting more and more excessive.

When Chen Che lifted her leg, trying to place it on his shoulder, Xia Na pushed him away, glaring at him irritably, "Hey, you’re getting more and more out of line, aren’t you? Are you actually planning to go all the way!?"

Xia Na felt something was off with the atmosphere, recalling the last time she almost got taken by Chen Che, she could accept it, but not now.

Xia Na turned away angrily, drying her hair with a towel, wiping away the water droplets from her body.

Until she was hugged from behind again, Chen Che’s alcohol-scented cheek rested on her shoulder, lightly biting the soft flesh, "Nana... I’m really troubled... help me, Nana..."

Xia Na bit her lip, arching her abdomen to distance her back from Chen Che’s stomach.

Xia Na turned her head but found herself pinned against the wall, caught in Chen Che’s aggressive gaze, fixed on her small face.