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Shu Ran swallowed hard, trying to calm herself.
Cheng Zhou saw right through her facade of composure and couldn't help but smile lightly. To Shu Ran, that smile was nothing short of blatant provocation. She shot him a fierce glare, vowing not to back down. Today, she absolutely could not let him look down on her.
Suddenly, regret washed over Shu Ran; she shouldn't have tried to be tough. Never mind!
Seeing that she finally recognized her fear, the corners of Cheng Zhou's mouth curled up even more. He said softly, "You’re pushing me."
Shu Ran held back her emotions, but in the end, she couldn't help but relent. She whimpered, "It's too cold."
Noticing her change of heart, a glimmer of pity flashed in Cheng Zhou's eyes. He picked her up and carried her into the room. The suite was quite spacious, but it didn't take long to reach the bed—just about ten steps—but for Shu Ran, it felt like an eternity.
Waves of heat washed over her; she glanced at the air conditioning unit—it was on—so why was it so hot?
Her capitulation brought Cheng Zhou joy, and his previously dark mood vanished completely.
Shu Ran sighed and pushed against him, feeling exhausted.
Cheng Zhou lifted his dark, narrow eyes; they were no longer cold but softened in a way that left Shu Ran momentarily stunned.
"Endure," he said.
Those two words made Shu Ran explode with frustration. Yet, the disparity in their strength reminded her that she had been too impulsive.
She shouldn't provoke anyone, especially not him. Cheng Zhou was simply a madman.
Cheng Zhou carried her into the bathroom. The steam enveloped them, making it impossible to see through the transparent glass. Only the intermittent soft moans and the man's heavy breathing could be heard, along with the splashing sound of water. Shu Ran had surrendered, no longer struggling.
She was obediently compliant, and Cheng Zhou's gaze darkened as he tightened his grip around her neck, kissing her lips. He had kissed those lips countless times, unable to get enough of them, and Shu Ran decided to succumb to the moment. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her true feelings surged forth, overwhelming her like a flood, even though she hadn’t fully acknowledged them yet.
After it was over, Shu Ran caught her breath as she dressed, glancing at Cheng Zhou sitting silently on the sofa in his bathrobe, smoking. She said, "We seem to get along quite well. How about we just be friends with benefits?"
Cheng Zhou paused with the cigarette in his hand, his expression unreadable in the dim light. His gaze shifted back to its previous coldness as he smirked mockingly. "Is that what you wanted to say?"
Shu Ran lifted her chin defiantly. "Yes. Do you feel wronged?"
"I’m not the one feeling wronged here," she replied.
Cheng Zhou crushed the cigarette out. Shu Ran noticed he seemed quite angry but couldn’t figure out what was bothering him. She knew that Cheng Zhou didn’t typically go for someone like her. He had once mentioned that he preferred gentle and refined women—smart girls with high IQs.
She wasn’t gentle or refined; her intelligence was decent but not the kind that matched a PhD level he seemed to desire. Their relationship had this subtle complexity that didn’t hinder him from seeking someone else. What was there to be dissatisfied about?
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