CHAPTER 109: CHAPTER 109: I LOVE YOU

Thinking about the bullet he took for her, Gu Jiayin felt extraordinarily guilty, so she softly said, "I’ll redress your wound."

Saying this, she was about to get up to find the medical kit when her waist was firmly held, and the man’s deep, hoarse voice sounded in her ear, "Don’t move, let me hold you for a while."

Saying this, he rested his chin on her shoulder and took a deep breath of her scent.

Like a child pleading for a piece of candy.

Thinking about the injury he suffered because of her, Gu Jiayin, for the first time, didn’t resist him taking advantage of her.

She didn’t express anything, just sat there quietly, even though she felt very awkward.

Seeing the woman in his arms so obedient, a certain desire within Sheng Qianchi started to stir restlessly. After a moment, he couldn’t be satisfied with just holding her and began to gently kiss her neck, moving upwards until he reached her soft and tender earlobe.

Gu Jiayin felt tickled by his breath and instinctively dodged to the side, "Don’t go too far, Sheng Qianchi."

His kiss halted by her ear, "Alright, I won’t go too far."

He slightly curved his lips into a smile, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, enjoying the harmonious and quiet atmosphere, "Jiayin, tell me, why did you call me last night?"

Gu Jiayin lowered her eyes slightly, "Didn’t I say last night?"

"You were concerned about me?"

"Sort of."

"You like me?"

"No."

Right, no, she wouldn’t like him, nor could she like him.

Sheng Qianchi gazed at the calm and indifferent woman, remaining silent for a while, "Jiayin, why don’t you ask me why I let you go that night?"

"Because you are proud and look down upon forcing women." This was commonly acknowledged.

"Ha!" Sheng Qianchi chuckled lightly, "I don’t deny that I’m proud, nor that I don’t like forcing women, but compared to my life, forcing a woman is not something I couldn’t do."

Gu Jiayin said nothing, just quietly listened.

The man’s voice seemed to carry a spell, drawing seductive patterns in the quiet room, "Jiayin, I love you."

Gu Jiayin suddenly reacted as if stung, springing up and stepping back until she was against the wall, "Sheng Qianchi, you’re crazy."

No, she thought of him as being injured and not in his right mind. For him to say he loved her, it wasn’t possible, nor did she need it.

Being loved by a demon was not a blessing.

He had already restrained her like this; if he loved her, she would never escape his clutches in this lifetime.

No, this wasn’t what she wanted; she only wanted freedom.

Sheng Qianchi also stood up, staring at the woman’s face without blinking, stepping closer, "No, Jiayin, I’m not crazy, I’m very serious."

He suddenly took a big step forward, stretching his long arm to trap the woman between his arm and the wall, looking down at her, his voice hoarse and seductive, "Jiayin, I’ve fallen in love with you, become my woman, I will spoil you well, hmm?"

Gu Jiayin instinctively pushed him away, shaking her head desperately, "No, Sheng Qianchi, don’t say that, you misunderstood your feelings. A man like you could never love any woman; you’re just injured and not in your right mind... uumm."

The man suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss seemed to answer her earlier questions, using a deep and domineering kiss to respond to her, he was very clear-headed.

It was a natural resistance to something unexpected that was out of control. Gu Jiayin pushed the man in front of her harder, his confession of love filling her with fear, trembling.

Perhaps he intentionally let go, as she finally managed to push him away.

"I’ll go get the medical kit." She fled in panic.

Sheng Qianchi froze in place, his lips still warm, yet his heart was desolate.

Any other woman in the world, upon hearing him confess his love, would have wept tears of joy, so why was she the exception?

Gu Jiayin returned with the medical kit to find him still standing there, blood dripping from his left wrist onto the floor.

Seeing her, he gave a bitter smile.

"Let me redress your wound," she said quietly, lowering her head, trying hard to maintain a calm demeanor as if she had forgotten what he had just said.

Sheng Qianchi didn’t want to push her too hard, so obediently he went over, sat on the sofa, unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped off his left arm.

Just as Gu Jiayin was about to undo the blood-stained gauze, she found that his entire arm was covered with wounds, old scars from about a week ago, each one a ghastly trace.

Wasn’t that from that night?

She couldn’t help frowning, her lips curling into a mocking smile. Could it be that his romp with Qin Yishu was that intense?

Her chin was suddenly tipped up, and she gazed into his deep, dark eyes. His words fell like the stars, "What are you thinking, hmm?"

Did his scars make her feel mocked?

What kind of reasoning was that?

These scars, he incurred them for her, even if she wasn’t moved, she didn’t need to mock him, right?

"Nothing." Gu Jiayin lowered her eyes indifferently, carefully starting to remove the bandage, and as a former detective, her technique seemed very professional.

Sheng Qianchi looked down at her indifferent eyebrows, finally unable to resist speaking again, "Gu Jiayin, I’ve said to you long ago, if you want to cause trouble, then do it. You can even set a house on fire, but don’t act like nothing ever happens, hmm?"

"No desire to express," Gu Jiayin insisted on appearing as if nothing happened.

Sheng Qianchi was so angry that his gums itched, yet he bore it and indulged her.

Quietly watching her redress his wound, he remained silent, only when she tied the last knot in the bandage did he suddenly lean in to kiss her.

This kiss was unlike the previous ones, it was gentle and lingering, like a breeze and drizzle, as if he was carefully painting a piece of art, he delicately traced her lips with his.

His right hand cradled her neck, teasing and entwining his kisses softly.

Gu Jiayin, naturally, resisted, but just as she pushed him, he smoothly pressed her into the sofa.

Considering the gunshot wound on his wrist, she dared not struggle too violently, he seemed to sense this and became even more unrestrained.

She was pinned into a corner of the sofa, passively enduring.

The pure and intense masculine aura, like a tidal wave, engulfed her.

His kiss carried an extreme temptation, and as time wore on, she couldn’t help but respond to his kiss.

However, there was ultimately a thorn in her heart; he was a man tainted by Qin Yishu, so she didn’t want him.

When he kissed her neck passionately, she finally caught her breath, forcing herself to be clear-minded, "Sheng Qianchi, don’t go too far, don’t force me to take action against you."

Sheng Qianchi obediently stopped kissing her, only his thin lips did not leave her skin, trailing to her ear, murmuring lightly against her, "Jiayin, you like me."

It wasn’t a question, but a statement, certain and firm.

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