"You're forbidden from taking it off!"
His tone, as always, was commanding and incredibly tyrannical.
She fingered the necklace, lifted her eyes to look at him, and protested angrily, "You are so unreasonable."
"Yes, I am unreasonable." Standing behind her, he drew her into his embrace slowly with his arms.
He watched gaze at the pendant encircling her neck with her almond-shaped eyes; her pinky lips spread apart into a faint smile as her fingertips rubbed against it lovingly.
"Didn't you say that you dislike it?" He could not help teasing her.
She snorted. "I just find it a pity to throw this away!"
"Stubborn!" he chided lightly.
This stupid woman was indeed headstrong.
The truth was actually the opposite; she really liked his gift!
Staring at the lovely dimples lighting her face, he had the strong impulse to lock her lips with his.
Egged on by that abrupt impulse, he dipped her in his embrace and lowered his head to kiss her small, pinkish lips.
Her soft and warm lip flaps only made him want more as he tasted her sweetness.
She widened her eyes in shock.
His kiss grew more invasive, and she was not the slightest prepared. As she gazed at his broad frame and handsome features, with distinctive contour, she felt his compelling presence magnify before her.
Looking at him at such proximity, she realized how long and dense his lashes were, much like two black phoenix tails.
It was no wonder his eyes were penetratingly mesmerizing.
She must admit that this man was born with God's favor.
With his outstanding features, noble disposition, and aristocratic lineage, he was definitely the type to attract a flock of women. She no longer questioned why this man could make many celebrities in the capital swoon and why even his niece was head over heels for him.
This man had everything in his favor, indeed.
His thin lips were somewhat cool to the touch.
Her mind started to wander.
She remembered reading on physiognomy about most people with thin lips being rational and fickle-minded.
Is this man fickle-minded?
She passively let his kisses dominate her.
Bearing down on her eagerly, he burrowed deep into her throat with the wish to swallow her whole if possible.
Her thoughts inexplicably started to flutter far as the man hugged her tightly around the waist and affixed his lips onto hers to trace their outline lightly with labored breathing. "Did you blacklist my number because Mu Wanrou said something to you?"
She opened her eyes in shock, only to see him staring at her, too. His look silently questioned her.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
Looking doubtful, he caught her chin with his thumb and index fingers.
He initially suspected Mu Wanrou of making false claim that she was pregnant with his flesh and blood.
Most women were sensitive to this sort of things, and this was especially the case with the innately stubborn Yun Shishi. It would totally be unacceptable to her.
This was only a suspicion, though.
As for what had really made her blacklist him sans explanation, he would need to clarify that with her.
His question inadvertently reminded her of Mu Wanrou's pregnancy.
That woman had his child, but was that really his?