Chapter 37: Tsk, So Sweet (1)

Mu Sihan lowered his head to look at the small woman in his arms who was struggling incessantly. Her lashes were thick and curled, impossibly long, and each blink seemed to brush right against the tip of his heart.

He curled his lips, his Adam’s apple shifting, and his body reacted.

It was strange; he had always thought himself indifferent when it came to desire. Women had climbed into his bed before, but rarely did any of them stir his longing.

But this woman...

Interest flickered in the depths of Mu Sihan’s eyes.

He gazed at the crimson flush coloring her ears, brought about by resistance and shame. Raising the hand not restraining her wrists, he gently caressed her ear.

His fingers were cooler than most people’s, the chill of his touch a stark contrast to the burning heat of her ear. Nan Zhi shivered slightly.

She had no idea what this arrogant man intended. No matter how she pleaded, he refused to believe her, insisting she was trying to seduce him.

Gentle didn’t work, nor did force.

What would it take for him to believe she truly had no such intentions toward him?

“Has Sihan returned?”

“Yes, Madam.”

The conversation between the old lady and the steward drifted into Nan Zhi’s ears, and she struggled even more fiercely. “Let go of me, quickly!”

The elderly lady was conservative; if she saw them tangled together in the kitchen, who knew what she might think?

Even though she would never come back here again, Nan Zhi didn’t want to lose face.

With one hand, Mu Sihan lifted Nan Zhi’s delicate, flushed face, his dark eyes deep as ink. “I’m interested in you. Be my woman.”

It was not a question, nor a request for her opinion, but an order that brooked no objection.

He was like an emperor, lofty and unyielding, his arrogance and domineering manner utterly outrageous.

Nan Zhi had never met someone who could play the thief so unabashedly.

She drew a deep breath, just about to refuse, when his kiss swept down upon her like a storm.

He gripped her wrists in one hand, seized her chin with the other, forcing her to raise her head and endure his kiss.

He pressed her lips hard, with wild and domineering force.

Startled and panicked, her lips parted slightly. His burning tongue swept across her trembling teeth, then plunged inside, entangling her tongue, pressing against its root and sucking fiercely, as if to swallow her whole.

Nan Zhi’s eyes widened in disbelief that he was kissing her again.

She struggled desperately, but the more she resisted, the deeper his kiss became.

The heat between their lips grew ever higher.

Her hands pressed against his shoulders, unable to push him away, so she switched to pounding him instead, muffled sounds escaping her lips.

She was nearly suffocated by his passionate entanglement. He released her; she drew a breath of fresh air, only for him to seal her lips again.

He forced her to open her mouth, his scorching tongue invading, wildly stirring her own, licking every inch within, savoring her sweetness.

“Where’s Sihan?”

“I think the young master went into the kitchen.”

Hearing the old lady and steward’s footsteps approaching, panic flickered through Nan Zhi’s angry, embarrassed expression.

But the man holding her, kissing her fiercely, was clearly not finished and had no intention of letting her go.

Nan Zhi was both furious and anxious, her eyes reflecting the apprehension and fear of being discovered by the old lady and steward.

The footsteps grew closer; her heart leapt into her throat.

“Mr. Mu, let me go,” she whispered urgently.

He looked at her lips, swollen and glistening from his kiss, his brows quirked wickedly. “What did you eat? You’re so sweet.”

Flustered, Nan Zhi fumbled in the pocket of her sweatshirt and pulled out something.