The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 945 - 944. Say it again

Tang Shu observed the person beside her by the moonlight and inadvertently met a pair of eyes that shone brightly in the night. The strong scent of alcohol hit her nose because they were so close, causing her to freeze for a moment.

Am I also drunk?

No, I only had fruit juice tonight.

Tang Shu felt that her brain had turned into mush, losing even the most basic ability to judge, completely and utterly.

"You... are you drunk?"

"No," Jing Yu’s voice was as husky as before, "I’m very sober."

Sober beyond doubt, but it seemed that tonight’s few glasses of alcohol had broken down some barrier he had set up, magnifying his emotions and senses endlessly.

Jing Yu took a step closer, his right hand habitually resting on her slender waist, drawing them even closer together, almost without any gap.

"Xiao Shu, I like you."

"...Yeah, you’ve said that before."

Jing Yu stood stiff, his senses completely captivated by her voice, unknowingly locking gazes with her and becoming immersed in that familiar darkness.

"Then I’ll say it again,"

Jing Yu seemed to care much about this, "I like you."

"I... I know."

"No, you don’t know."

He extended his hand to gently caress her chin, his gaze shifting to her crimson lips, his dark eyes lingering there for a long time.

"It’s the kind of like, the kind where I really, really like you."

Jing Yu emphasized again, perhaps wanting to add persuasive power to his words. The force of his hand increased slightly, and Tang Shu felt an itching sensation spread all over her body, the strength of the hand tightly encircling her waist surprisingly strong.

"..."

Tang Shu stopped talking, realizing that whatever she said now would be in vain.

The other person wasn’t fixated on obtaining a satisfying response from her; his right hand continued to caress her, over and over. novelbuddy-cσ๓

Eventually, she heard a soft sigh, followed by pressure descending upon her; her lips were forcefully claimed by the other party, and all her senses converged to one point.

Tossed, crushed, in a recurring cycle.

From the initial pounding heartbeat to realizing what was happening, it took Tang Shu nearly a few seconds, and she felt like her reactions had slowed down, as if time was playing a big joke on her.

"Concentrate."

Jing Yu muttered, his voice almost drowned between his teeth, the faint scent of alcohol seeping into her mouth through their senses.

***

The next day, the warm sunshine filtered through the window into the second-floor bedroom.

A hand slowly stretched out from the soft cotton quilt, followed by black hair, and Tang Shu opened her eyes slowly sitting up to greet the new day’s sun.

She glanced at the clock on the bedside table, which showed 6 o’clock in the morning—a relatively early time for college students on a weekend.

But Tang Shu was no longer sleepy; she just let herself lean on the pillow and let her thoughts wander.

She recalled the abrupt kiss from Jing Yu last night; her own resistance had been completely powerless, quickly becoming immersed in the dreamy sensation he brought her.

It wasn’t until he let her go and they pulled some distance apart that the man actually smiled.

"Xiao Shu, you’re my girlfriend now, aren’t you?"

"No, don’t even think about it."

"Then..." the man who had been drinking had quite a bad attitude, "should I continue?"

Until you kiss me back.

It was at that moment Tang Shu realized that he could be so shamelessly persistent.

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