Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 82 - Do It Yourself

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Do It Yourself

Chapter 82 -82 Do It Yourself

“Whimper, whimper, whimper… I’m so scared, I’m most afraid of the dark, I can’t see… Ah!”

She seemed to trip over something, her footsteps clearly becoming erratic.

From the sound of it, Shen Yan must have lunged in her direction.

And in front of her was Gong Chen.

Shen Yan truly knew how to seize the moment.

Then came the sound of bodies colliding; Shen Yan had actually managed to succeed.

Lin Zhiyi was about to sneer, when suddenly a dark figure blocked her path.

She paused, unable to react, as a familiar scent descended upon her.

Lin Zhiyi was kissed without any defense, even forgetting to flee.

The man’s scent was like the cold air in the winter sunshine, with a warmth that was crisp yet enveloping after a slight Sun bath.

His kiss was not intense, not even half as domineering as before, more like it was meant to seal her lips, his breath chaotic yet restrained.

Lin Zhiyi’s thoughts were pulled back by the wailing coming from the rolling figures on the ground.

Soon after, footsteps of servants echoed from the other end of the corridor, the sight of them holding lit scented candles visible from this vantage point.

As the light drew nearer, Lin Zhiyi panicked, trying to push away the man in front of her, but he steadied her waist and led her into the room.

Click, the door shut and the lock clicked.

Lin Zhiyi was pinned against the wall by the man, his breath raising a moist heat.

As she raised her hand to resist, the man let her go, pressing down on her hand with a controlled force.

“Don’t you know whether I should drink tonic soup?” Gong Chen’s hoarse voice was filled with seduction.

“You…”

Lin Zhiyi was about to speak when a knock sounded at the door.

“Miss Lin, I’ve brought you a candle.”

Gong Chen stared at her, stepped back to stand behind the door, hands in pockets, not caring if he was discovered.

Lin Zhiyi could only grit her teeth and crack open the door, receiving the tray that the maid was holding with the scented candles on it.

She caught a glimpse of the two people who had fallen in the corridor, Song Wanqiu and Shen Yan.

“Shen Yan, get up!”

“Miss Song? You’re here?” Shen Yan blurted out inadvertently.

“What do you mean? If not me, then who?” Song Wanqiu’s voice sharpened quite a bit.

Shen Yan quickly changed her tone, “I thought it was Zhiyi, I heard her just now and she seemed to be right here, I’m sorry, I was too scared, and I tripped, I’ll help you up right away.”

Her humility appeased Song Wanqiu.

As soon as she got up, she started searching for Gong Chen everywhere.

“Third Young Master, Third Young Master…”

Chen Jin also popped out from nowhere, “Miss Song, the Third Young Master is busy with some matters, you should go back and rest.”

Under the candlelight, Song Wanqiu’s face shifted colors, even her shadow cast on the wall seemed somewhat fierce.

In the blink of an eye, she turned to look towards Lin Zhiyi’s room.

Thankfully, Lin Zhiyi reacted quickly, immediately closing the door.

The tray held six scented candles, set at varying heights, the scent was a bit mixed but not unpleasant, Lin Zhiyi even leaned in to take a strong whiff.

Gong Chen, watching from across the room, narrowed his eyes slightly.

The flickering candlelight made Lin Zhiyi’s eyes even more spirited; her fingertips pressed against her hair as she leaned in to smell the scented candle, her lips curled subtly, pure yet alluring.

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But on this face, the look seemed to radiate a seductive charm.

Especially with the white silk shirt’s collar slightly open, a few strands of hair falling delicately on her exquisite collarbone, exuding a hint of allure from every pore.

Gong Chen’s breath quickened, and as the firelight teased, he approached Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi, however, stepped back defensively.

He looked down, Lin Zhiyi holding her breath as she endured his imposing presence.

However, Gong Chen simply took the tray from her hands and turned to sit down in the room.

“Come here.”

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, unable to fathom his thoughts.

Yet she couldn’t leave, so she had no choice but to walk over.

As soon as she sat down, he grabbed her injured hand.

He took out a tube of burn ointment from his pocket and applied some to Lin Zhiyi’s wound.

Lin Zhiyi was slightly startled, how did he know?

The cool sensation quickly replaced her confusion, instinctively relaxing her body.

Combined with the scent of the aromatherapy, the world seemed a bit clearer all at once.

Gong Chen’s head was bowed, his expression unclear, as he spoke indifferently, “How did you come to know about President Yu’s affair? That’s news from ten years ago, after the car accident, President Yu had the news retracted.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi’s previously relaxed body tensed once again, her fingers involuntarily curling up.

She looked at Gong Chen and bitterly smiled inside.

She had him to thank for that.

In her past life, she had overhead many fragmented pieces of information just outside Gong Chen’s study.

Although it wasn’t clear.

Following the timeline and searching wasn’t difficult.

Even though President Yu had retracted the news about her husband, the anonymous traffic accident reports hadn’t been completely removed.

But these were things she certainly couldn’t reveal to Gong Chen.

Lin Zhiyi withdrew her hand, avoiding his gaze, “I looked it up myself. If President Yu truly liked camellias so much, why would he plant the most delicate one in the small garden closest to the toilet?”

Gong Chen looked up, unconvinced, but didn’t probe further.

He took out some gauze, “Your hand, it’s still not bandaged.”

“I can do it myself,” said Lin Zhiyi, trying to pull the gauze from his hand.

But he didn’t let go, instead using the opportunity to pull her into his embrace.

Lin Zhiyi, with her back against him sitting on his legs, struggled to stand up, but his arms, strong and robust, effortlessly imprisoned her in front of him.

Before she could widen the distance between them, the man’s chin rested on her shoulder, his hot breath pressing against her ear.

“Don’t move,” he warned hoarsely.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t dare to move, letting him bandage her wound.

Once it was done, she pushed away Gong Chen’s hands and forcefully stood up.

But perhaps it was the injury taking its toll, for no sooner did her feet touch the floor than they weakened, and she fell back onto Gong Chen’s legs.

Pressed against his scorching chest, she felt as if her body was on fire, gasping uncontrollably.

Gong Chen’s palm supported her, his eyes deep, “Not running anymore?”

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, her voice trembling as it spilled from her lips, “It hurts… it’s so hot…”

Hearing this, Gong Chen drew close to Lin Zhiyi, seeing the flush blossom on her cheeks, he understood immediately.

He swiftly blew out the aromatherapy candle on the table.

The white smoke dispersed in the darkness, and the rain beating against the window could not drown out the entwining breaths, one deep and one soft, growing more tangled.

Outside the window, the moonlight was veiled by a thin layer, casting a faint light that just happened to fall upon Lin Zhiyi.

Her complexion was flushed, her gaze slightly blurred, sweat already soaking her bangs into disarray.

A dark tide surged in Gong Chen’s eyes as he raised his hand to cover her cheek, the unusual contrast in temperature causing her to rub submissively against his palm.

His fingertips slid down, and she tilted her head back instinctively, revealing her delicate and vulnerable neck.

Gong Chen caressed the skin on Lin Zhiyi’s neck, her breathing suddenly growing rapid, her throat rolling unconsciously, causing him to pause his movements as if scalded by something.

In the next instant, Lin Zhiyi felt a searing breath on her neck.

“Does it hurt?” Gong Chen’s words were a dark, low murmur.

“…Yes.”

“Take care of yourself.”