Chapter 56: If You Like It, Call Out

Yet now, Mai Xijun seemed incapable of doing so, for she had discovered that beneath his tough exterior, he too craved warmth and care. The real him was not as cold and unyielding as he appeared; indeed, deep within his bones, he possessed a certain quality that made him, perhaps, a man of profound feeling...

As Shen Yanlie drew closer, Mai Xijun lowered her gaze and turned her head away ever so slightly.

That woman called Xie Yunting, who linked her arm through his, accompanied him to meals, walked with him through the city streets, and whose spoken “home” must surely be his residence...

At this moment, Mai Xijun could not help but care. She could no longer act recklessly. She was not a substitute, nor had she ever intended to replace anyone; every soul in this world was unique and irreplaceable.

He reached out, encircled her waist, and abruptly pulled her into his embrace. Her lower abdomen struck against his belt buckle, causing a sharp pain that made her gasp, her delicate face wrinkling with discomfort.

Yet he gazed at her with a seriousness that was almost solemn. “I want you.”

As his words fell, her heart seemed to leap into her throat, but before she could respond, he pressed his lips to hers.

Her eyes widened in shock, but what greeted her was his tenderness and fervor, his tongue tracing the perfect outline of her lips before slipping into her mouth, stirring and exploring. His large hands wandered restlessly over her body, and a gentle squeeze made her shudder.

Biting softly at her earlobe, Shen Yanlie suddenly let out a wicked, teasing laugh, his breath spilling warmly over her ear. “Your body is so sensitive...”

Mai Xijun felt her cheeks flush, her heart pounding wildly, her mind thrown into a chaotic tangle! She clenched her fists and struck at Shen Yanlie’s chest, but before she could pull away, he drew her back into his arms once more, kissing her again—this time a lingering, deep French kiss, solid and unyielding.

The fire of desire seemed poised to consume his body and soul; only a shred of reason remained as he bent to lift her into his arms, carrying her swiftly down the stairs.

She looked at him with sultry, half-lidded eyes, her fingers entwined tightly around his neck, her gaze hazy yet burning upon his face. He was still strikingly handsome, and in that moment when he looked at her, there was an irresistible allure that could intoxicate anyone.

Gently, Shen Yanlie laid Mai Xijun upon the bed, hovering above her, looking down as if to memorize her every feature. His slender fingers played with the hair at her forehead, while his thumb caressed her cheek, gazing at her with such intensity as though he wished to etch her image forever into his memory, never to forget.

Sometimes, one had to admit that Shen Yanlie possessed remarkable endurance. Just like his elegance, he was always calm and unhurried, as if nothing in the world could move him. Add to that his military background, and it was no surprise... Yet the fervor in his body had nearly made him lose control and take her on the rooftop.

His lips fell lightly upon her brow, his fingers unable to resist the allure of her beautiful face, gently tracing and retracing its contours.

“You...” Mai Xijun began, hesitated, unable to deceive herself. The entanglement of their bodies, his kisses, had thoroughly disrupted her logic and thoughts, twisting and entwining... But what did it matter? It did not change the fact that there were other women by his side. And...

“Aren’t you already in a relationship?”

In the end, Mai Xijun voiced the question, her thoughts growing ever more tangled. She had always believed that being the other woman was a disgrace, worthy of contempt and condemnation, something to be recorded in history and scorned by future generations...

Shen Yanlie’s movements paused noticeably, slowed by a beat, but he maintained his former posture. A faint furrow appeared between his brows, his face as cold as frost, casting a sudden chill over the atmosphere.

Yet the flames within him seemed unable to dissipate so easily...

“That’s not my girlfriend,” he said, lowering his head to bury it in the softness of her chest. The tender, unopened cherry seemed to await his plunder.

For reasons she could not name, when Mai Xijun heard Shen Yanlie say this, a subtle, inexpressible joy slipped through her heart. Was she hoping for something? Or...

His hands roamed swiftly over her body, no longer gentle and restrained. Her words had ignited the fire within him to its peak, like a starving wolf unable to scrutinize its prey any longer, as if he had already decided to attack, to conquer and claim her in a single, victorious sweep.

“She’s my fiancée.”

“Ah!”

With a low, deep, sensual groan, pain split through her as she endured his powerful thrusts, his fierceness entirely consuming her body. Yet the most piercing pain came not from his physical invasion, but from his final words before their entanglement, though the bodily pain was the most direct...

Her nails dug deep into his flesh as he claimed her again and again, thrusts deep and shallow, as if wanting to break her apart and meld himself into her bones...

The fleeting pain gave way to pleasure, making her turn her head, biting her lower lip, silent, her forehead covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

He pressed further, one hand lifting her hips to better accommodate him, the other gripping her chin, forcing her to face him. “Don’t hold back. If you like it, cry out!”

Mai Xijun bit her lip hard, her eyes squeezed shut, her refusal unmistakable. This, for the proud Shen Yanlie, was not something he could ignore. He was not a beast; he needed her response.

“I want us to be happy together. I’ll bring you pleasure. Give me your response!” He gripped her chin, his voice low and somber, neither harsh nor gentle, yet so heavy it pressed upon her.

In matters of the bed, even without her response, his body could still find satisfaction. But his defiant nature would not permit it—his passion was burning, and the lifeless puppet beneath him, offering no affection or answer, was to him an intolerable humiliation. Still, he had ways.

“Clearly your body likes me, so why do you resist? Hmm?” He lingered above her, one hand dipping between her thighs, his slender fingers teasing her most private place, and then cool liquid trickled down her inner thigh.

“Do you see what this is?” He brought his hand before her eyes, and in the faint light she could glimpse the glistening droplets on his fingertips.

Mai Xijun stubbornly turned her head away, refusing to look, refusing to see the evidence trailing from his fingers. But Shen Yanlie, resolute as ever, gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, to witness the proof that she needed him.