Chapter 150: I'll Be Sneaky Only to You From Now On

Hiss... Are you related to a dog? Yan Mai couldn't help drawing a sharp breath, her face twisting in pain as she let out a string of angry curses. When she turned her head back, a distinct bite mark was clearly visible on her shoulder.

Yan Mai wriggled her body, shifting slightly away from Shen Yanlie. "I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as you," she continued to scold him. She had exhausted all her gentle words on him, but since he refused to listen, she saw no reason to be polite to him anymore.

"There are even more shameless things. Want to see?" Shen Yanlie curled the corners of his mouth, gazing at the patch of red blooming around the bite mark. Carrying three years of lingering love and a tiny trace of hatred toward her, he truly wanted to bite her hard like this, leaving his mark branded on her body for the rest of her life.

"Shameless jerk." Yan Mai swung her fist back at Shen Yanlie, but he easily dodged it. Seeing her flush with a reddened face, Shen Yanlie quickly planted a loud kiss on her cheek. Yan Mai's face burned instantly, whether from burning rage or bashfulness, turning her entire face a glowing shade of pink.

"Will you please get serious?" Yan Mai suddenly realized that continuing to entangle herself with him like this was getting her nowhere, so she said with utmost solemnity. Besides, when it comes to playing dirty with a man, women always draw the short straw; there was no way she could possibly come out on top, right?

"Fine! From now on, I'll only harass you alone." At this very moment, Shen Yanlie must have reached the ultimate level of calm and composure; even his expression and tone while uttering these words were completely natural, and remarkably carefree.

Yan Mai furrowed her brow, momentarily struck speechless. When it comes to playing the rogue and acting shamelessly, who could ever lose to whom? Besides, in men's terminology, this was called romantic flair. Men seemed to think that speaking crude words during certain moments in bed was the only way to fully display their majesty, uttering such shameless remarks as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Flirting openly is one thing, but covert flirting builds up a storm—yet he flaunted his seductive charm just as blatantly and invincibly right out in the open. Wasn't that obvious... a total flirtatious scoundrel.

Looking at Yan Mai at this moment, Shen Yanlie suddenly recalled Mai Xijun from days past. Although she had been composed enough back then, facing him now, she possessed an unexpected calmness. He had thought that upon seeing her, he would fly into a rage or even hurl vicious insults at her because he believed she must have hated him to the core, which was why she had run away.

Yet, none of that happened. She seemed to have completely let go, and her heart toward him seemed to have reached its absolute end. At this very moment, he felt a dull ache; even a slight frown from her could stir his heart and trigger a profound heartache.

"Come, let's continue our earthly pleasures." With those words, Shen Yanlie lowered his head and captured Yan Mai's lips from behind.

To conquer her completely began with conquering her body.

His unyielding desire stirred once more, gradually rising and pressing directly against her lower waist, every single movement jabbing straight into her.

Yan Mai lowered her gaze in embarrassment as his slender, large hands wandered between her thighs and hips, setting off ripples of agitation within her. His imprisonment left her with no strength to escape, and she understood all too well that he would never let her go.

"Knock, knock."

Two light raps on the door made Yan Mai instantly see a glimmer of light—she had finally caught sight of salvation.

"Is anyone inside?" a subtle voice asked from outside, possessing a magnetic resonance, exceptionally clean, with a clarity that seemed to pierce right through a person's soul.

"Just a second." Yan Mai spent two seconds gathering her thoughts and immediately answered. How could this not be a marvelous opportunity?

Shen Yanlie glanced toward the door, then looked back at Yan Mai trapped beneath him. Seeing that she paid him no mind, he felt a slight headache coming on, only to be shoved aside by one of Yan Mai's hands.

Yan Mai scrambled up from the floor instantly and began straightening her clothes. Meanwhile, Shen Yanlie was left half-dressed and still unfulfilled, with a less-than-pleasant expression. He lowered his head, then slowly picked himself up from the floor with an air of helpless resignation.

Seeing that Shen Yanlie had more or less tidied his clothes, Yan Mai lifted her chin, cleared her throat slightly, and walked toward the door.

"Uh, I'm terribly sorry. Because there was a little issue with my clothes, so..." Tong An explained with an embarrassed expression upon seeing Yan Mai. Tearing his garment while coming off the stage wasn't what he wanted, and he had no choice but to return to the wardrobe room to find another gown as a replacement. However, when he saw another man in the room with all the clothing racks knocked over onto the floor in a chaotic mess, his mind seemingly jumped to certain conclusions instantly...

"Ha-ha, I'll be done in a second." Tong An slipped past Yan Mai into the room, grabbed a garment from another rack, and hurried right back out. Before leaving, he politely turned his head back and bowed deeply to the two people still inside, apparently apologizing for his sudden intrusion.

Yan Mai watched that retreating figure, raised an eyebrow, and let out an involuntary sigh, a gesture she didn't even realize she was making.

Yet this subtle movement was completely caught by Shen Yanlie's watchful eyes.

"You caused this mess, so you can deal with it yourself." Yan Mai shrugged, gesturing toward the pile of clothes behind Shen Yanlie, turned on her heel, and walked away, refusing to give Shen Yanlie even a sliver of another chance.

Of course, if Shen Yanlie truly wanted to do something further, Yan Mai probably wouldn't have had any chance of refusing him anyway.

After such a chaotic tussle, both of them were exhausted, making it impossible to continue their intimate prelude. As for Shen Yanlie, his surging desire would likely remain unquenched for quite some time.

***

Damien looked around anxiously from time to time until he finally saw Yan Mai reappear within his line of sight, causing him to heave a silent sigh of relief. Next up, he was going to take the stage; this fleeting opportunity meant everything to him, and he had to seize it.

Yan Mai made an encouraging gesture toward Damien as he prepared to go on stage, pressed her lips together, and stood off to the side.

After a short while, she glanced toward the VIP seating area. The doors had remained closed, and amidst the rows of seats, she could no longer catch a glimpse of him.

Until the exhibition ended, she never saw him again.

Later on, someone informed her that her artwork had been purchased and the corresponding payment had been successfully deposited into her account. She felt she should have quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but she couldn't deceive herself—she vaguely sensed a lingering sense of melancholy and loss.

The relevant French representatives found her and offered many words of encouragement and praise. As it turned out, her talent and strength were indeed not to be underestimated. One hundred million—this would set a new historical high, bringing immense glory to their French team as well.

Yan Mai merely smiled, at a loss for words. After asking for a rough explanation, she learned that her piece had been completely bought out. The buyer promised that if she didn't have much time to spare, all the subsequent relevant data and documents could be mailed back to China for her.

Hearing this, she suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain in her chest that made breathing nearly difficult. Driven by her own narrow perspective, she had foolishly thought he might resort to some scheme or trick, yet he had acted with such ruthless promptness.

Since that was the case, why on earth had he bothered to provoke her again? Yan Mai couldn't figure it out, nor could she understand what kind of play he was putting on with all these endless twists and turns...

According to others, he had already returned to the mainland and left Hong Kong. This meant that any potential complications regarding her artwork were virtually eliminated; once she returned to France and handed over the relevant materials to him, there would never be any intersection between them ever again from this day forward...

In the end, it was merely an episode of bed-sharing intimacy, leaving only a stranger behind upon waking up...

Damien's artwork was ultimately left unsold because the final bidding price fell far too short of his expectations. He felt rather unhappy and dejected. Seeing this, Yan Mai didn't know what to do; offering words of comfort seemed somewhat inadequate, especially since her own piece had fetched such an astronomical price while his lagged so far behind. Offering words of encouragement felt like Damien would much rather she just quietly pat him on the back without saying a single word, and then treat him to a delicious meal—that alone would count as comfort.

Yan Mai found a restaurant that looked decent enough—not luxurious, but far from shabby. At the very least, it looked clean and bright, with a moderate aesthetic tone that was neither overly flashy nor understated, carrying somewhat the shy charm of a classic beauty.

"Ice cream?" Yan Mai tentatively asked Damien, who sat across from her. Her own habit whenever she felt upset was to eat cold desserts, whereas Damien was usually very cheerful. At a time like this, she could only use her own method to help him ease and soothe the lingering frustration in his heart.

Nodding vigorously, he knew that right now, even if someone offered him rare delicacies from mountain and sea, he wouldn't be able to taste anything. Yet, whenever Yan Mai felt upset like this, she always got through it by eating ice cream. Today, he would give it a try as well to see what it felt like, and whether eating it might make his mood a little better.

Yan Mai ordered three different flavors of ice cream—taro, blueberry, and fresh orange—alongside a variety of other snacks. The advantage of this place was that you could enjoy cold desserts and meals at the same time, offering local savory snacks and fruit salads, though none of them were hot dishes.

Watching Damien aggressively devour the ice cream, Yan Mai couldn't quite describe the mixed feelings in her heart. It felt somewhat like that time when she had clearly secured the opportunity to study in France, only to let it slip through her fingers due to unforeseen circumstances. Even so, her feelings then were probably slightly different from Damien's current state.

"I need to devour them quickly before they start crying," Damien finally spoke, uttering a sentence longer than two words. Ever since the exhibition ended, the most frequent words he had spoken were simply "No, OK, Good, Don't"—at most, nothing more.

Yan Mai laughed out loud without any pretense because this was a phrase she used to say frequently. Now Damien had learned it and even recited it with remarkable fluency. In the past, Damien had always complained that this phrase was a tongue-twister and difficult to pronounce. Now that he had finally mastered it, it made her laugh until her vision blurred with tears.

She had to hurry and let this freezing sensation force her tears back into her body before she herself began to cry...

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