Chapter 947
Mo’er was right. All of these years, she had never forgotten him.
Admit it Lin Shiyu, you love him.
…
Lin Shiyu gradually rose and walked to the shelf. There were many limited edition wines placed there.
She opened a bottle of red wine and downed a glass. Placing the glass down, she opened the door.
“Where is your Young Master?” Lin Shiyu asked a servant.
Just now, Fu Qinglun had sent her to the room and gone somewhere else to take a shower. It had been some time but he was not back yet.
This was very uncharacteristic of him.
“Hm.” Fu Qinglun nodded his head. “Sometimes, I watch it once a week, sometimes I watch it every fortnight. When I long for a woman, I will watch this.”
“Aren’t you sick of watching this? You can watch other films.”
Fu Qinglun pursed his thin lips. “I don’t want to watch other films.”
“Don’t act as if you are so decent. When Qiu Cici threw herself at you, didn’t you look at her?” Lin Shiyu sat on the sofa and crossed her slender legs.
There was a slit in her negligee and her slender and fair legs could be vaguely seen when she crossed them. The juxtaposition of her fair legs against the black pajamas was extremely enticing.
She tucked one lock of hair behind her ear, revealing the exquisite outline of her small face. She was as beautiful as a painting with her fair skin, red lips and black hair.
Patting the seat next to her, she said, “Come here, I want to watch it with you.”
She wanted to watch it with him?
Fu Qinglun arched his good-looking brows seductively. He walked over and sat next to her. On the screen, his large hand was cupping her small face, and his body was leaning down as he kissed her.
It was Lin Shiyu who wanted to watch it, but now her face was blushing beet red. It was too quiet in the study room, and the sound of them kissing on screen was sufficient to make her face flushed.
At this moment, a strong arm held her svelte waist and pulled her into his embrace. Lin Shiyu looked up to see Fu Qinglun’s handsome face enlarged in her vision.
Her hand climbed to his shoulder and she raised her head to kiss him of her own volition.
Fu Qinglun squeezed her slender waist. “What’s up with you today?”
“Hm?”
She was very different from her usual self today.
She was very tender. Such a cold and aloof woman was being so tender and gentle in his arms, he felt like he was dreaming.
At this moment, he tasted the faint fragrance of wine. He looked down and asked, “Have you been drinking?”
“Hm, I drank a little.” Lin Shiyu’s pretty eyes were dazed from the intoxicating effects of the alcohol. She was inebriated.
Fu Qinglun pulled her and she immediately sat on his muscular thigh. “I want to drink too.”
He forcefully captured her lips and his long tongue slipped in through her teeth. He took every inch of her tenderness and sweetness in a domineering manner.
Mm!
Lin Shiyu was promptly robbed of her breath. His clean and masculine scent wafted over and dominated all of her senses.
When she drank milk, he wanted to drink too. When she drank wine, he wanted it too. He was always greedy for the things in her mouth.
Lin Shiyu wrapped her hands around his neck and started to kiss him back. Both of them were kissing passionately and could not be separated.
At this moment, Lin Shiyu’s hand slided downwards from his muscular chest…
Fu Qinglun immediately got up and carried her to the office table. He swept all the documents on the table onto the carpet.
“Fu Qinglun.” Lin Shiyu murmured softly. “I hate you, but do you know what?”
Fu Qinglun froze. She said she hated him.
He knew it.
He had known it all along.
And so, she had made herself drunk intentionally?
Because she would only be able to do such things with him only when she was drunk?
She had become very frigid because of her past traumatic experience. He asked himself. Although all these were done to save Little Lemon, he also had his own selfish desires. He missed her very much.
But he had forced her.
Fu Qinglun gradually withdrew his hand and glanced down at his trousers. A self-derogatory smile played on his lips. He had recovered.
He knew it that if she had taken a little initiative, he would recover. He had no will to resist her at all, be it three years ago or three years later.
But he did not wish to force her.
He had inflicted pain and suffering on her. At this moment, how could he take her selfishly again?
So Fu Qinglun gradually released her.
At this moment, he heard a soft murmur again. “Fu Qinglun, I hate you, but… I love you too…”