Chapter 149: Bastard! Screw You!

“Let go of me now.” Yan Mai felt as if all her strength was slipping away, her breath growing thick and heavy. Weak and pale, all she could say was a plea for him to release her; beyond that, she was at a loss for words.

He had missed her for over a thousand days, longing for every second he could hold her in his arms again. He wanted to remember every detail of her—forever etched into his mind, never to be forgotten.

“I told you, I won’t let go.” Shen Yanlie lifted his head from her chest and pressed his lips firmly against hers, sealing her words with a kiss.

He didn’t want to hear any more refusals or pleas for him to give up. Though not one for theatrics, he simply couldn’t bear to hear it—it grated on his ears.

Yan Mai shook her head awkwardly, but Shen Yanlie cradled her head, kissing her passionately. He refused to believe she had lost all feeling for him. He was confident that she still longed for him, even if she had resigned herself never to love him again. And if he had truly decided to love her, to make her love him in return, he would make that day come true.

Yan Mai’s hands pounded weakly against his chest, but to a man so strong, it was as if she was merely playing along, adding to the mood. She finally gave up, knowing that any sudden movement would cause her gown to slip further down. The softness of her bosom pressed unconsciously against his solid chest—an intimate, intoxicating scene.

The kiss grew deeper, more intense, as if he had waited a millennium for this moment. Her heart flared, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.

She had once been with him, yet he had not treated her well. Now, with such tenderness, what was he trying to stir?

Sensing her response, Shen Yanlie smiled softly, breaking the kiss. He lifted his gaze to meet her shimmering eyes—those clear pools that reflected himself back at him. They always compelled him to confess his feelings, to acknowledge the deep affection he held for her.

Yan Mai frowned, puzzled by his smile, yet captivated—it stirred her heart more than she expected.

Before she could dwell further, Shen Yanlie sealed her lips again. He refused to allow her to overthink or doubt his true intentions.

Her hands resting on his shoulders proved her growing affection. He vowed never to leave her alone again, come heaven or hell, he would walk beside her.

Yan Mai’s mind went blank under his fiery onslaught. She transformed into a woman whose eyes lingered with tender allure, shy yet enticing, unknowingly beguiling him. She began to respond, tentatively mirroring his movements, teasing with her tongue.

It was like a spark landing on dry tinder, quickly igniting a flame.

She even briefly reminded herself that this time, she could still return to her own world... Yet everything about him was so familiar, so irresistible, that surrender felt inevitable.

His hands gripped her waist, drawing her closer. With a sudden thrust, a row of clothes hangers crashed to the floor, jolting Yan Mai fully awake. She glanced at the fallen hangers and then at him, ready to protest—but Shen Yanlie was already one step ahead. With a perfect arc, he gently laid her down on the scattered gown.

Yan Mai tried to sit up, but Shen Yanlie knelt beside her, one hand pressing firmly on her shoulder.

“Don’t move,” he said, shaking his head and wiggling his fingers. He had heard enough refusals and wasn’t willing to listen to another now.

Yan Mai looked at him, bewildered. He had never seemed so devilishly handsome while shaking his head and smiling.

No words could match the sincerity of his actions, his resolve laid bare.

She felt the firmness of his body pressing against her abdomen, his posture brazenly intimate, as if lifting her skirt and removing the last barrier would lead to unbridled passion.

But it had been so long since he had felt her, and though his desire surged, he wanted to offer tenderness. Of course, if she preferred something wilder, he could be rough and untamed—but for now, he focused on her feelings. To win her heart again, he intended to show her he was still the same man she once knew.

“You bastard, get off me!” Yan Mai frowned, displeased.

Hadn’t she already responded? He kissed her, and she returned it... So what more did he want? Shen Yanlie ignored her words, his kisses growing more fierce, leaving a trail of marks on her tender chest.

“Get off, you’re hurting me.” Her eyes closed, hands pressed against his broad chest, now half bare. The pressure of his belt buckle cut against her skin beneath the gown, some metallic adornments making the contact uncomfortable.

Though the gown beneath them felt soft as a plush mattress, the metal accents were less forgiving.

Hearing her plea, Shen Yanlie paused. Yan Mai took the initiative, reaching under and pulling the gown away. As he looked back, his eyes fell upon her exquisite figure, the dress slipped down to her waist—her naked skin a raw temptation that sent electric jolts through him. Their intimate proximity revealed his most genuine reaction.

A glance of disbelief and awe flickered in his eyes, igniting a fierce heat that seemed to consume his throat, spreading rapidly and settling deep within him.

Yan Mai wanted to escape but knew she couldn’t. His burning gaze almost melted her, his raw desire unmistakably laid bare between her legs.

Shen Yanlie lifted her leg onto his waist, one hand boldly removing the last barrier between them. With a thrust, he entered her.

She felt a sharp, unfamiliar pain, as if being stretched painfully.

“Get out!” Yan Mai curled her leg between his, kicking fiercely. Shen Yanlie pulled back abruptly, grasping her ankle tightly.

Daring to kick him? Shen Yanlie held her ankle firmly as she tried to rise and flee, only to be drawn back. The fiery sensation scorched her most intimate place, making her want to retaliate again.

He was certain Yan Mai hesitated before kicking—if he hadn’t caught her...

Daring to assault his manhood—Xiao Mai, you’re doomed.

His hands gripped her legs tightly, pulling her back until their bodies melded once more.

Yan Mai reached down to pull her panties, now at her knees, back into place. Yet whenever she tried to move, he pushed deeper, nearly driving her to the brink of exhaustion.

“Don’t bother putting them back on. We’ll be taking them off soon enough,” Shen Yanlie teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes reminiscent of when they first met—proud, rebellious, and wickedly charming, always keeping her on guard.

“Bastard, get lost!” Yan Mai retreated a step, determined. She quickly pulled up her underwear, turned, and tried to break free, kicking wildly at his chest.

She was Yan Mai—not some other woman. She refused to obey blindly. Let him do as he wished; it was none of her concern. But he mustn’t toy with her pride.

Watching her attempts to escape, Shen Yanlie finally straightened, pressing down on her. “This position isn’t bad either...”

Surprised, Yan Mai instinctively lay down again, her smooth, pale back pressed against his solid chest. His manhood nestled between her thighs, his abdomen resting on her firm, supple curves—an intimate embrace.

This posture was like a clamp, pinning her beneath his weight with no chance to move. Shen Yanlie was no longer teasing; he was fully present, his entire being pressing down on her, making the sensation palpably intense.

As she turned her head, he bit deeply into her shoulder. At first, Yan Mai only thought of escaping, but when he actually bit her hard, pain shot through her, causing her to cry out.

“Ugh… are you a dog or what?” Yan Mai gasped, wincing in pain as she grimaced and cursed. Looking back, she saw the clear teeth marks on her shoulder—so vivid and raw.

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Chapter 149: Bastard! Get Lost!

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