Ling Chuxia didn't dare to move a bit and waited quietly for a long time. When Shi Che remained unresponsive, she finally let out a slight breath of relief.
Her body gradually leaned closer to Shi Che. Ling Chuxia's cheek slowly moved forward, aiming a kiss at the back of Shi Che's neck, as her hand silently slipped inside the gaping robe of Shi Che.
Men all had desires, especially someone like Shi Che at this age, full of youthful vigor, like a hungry wolf or tiger, something Ling Chuxia had experienced before.
Moreover, he had drunk a bit, was slightly drunk. If she provoked him a bit, perhaps she could succeed.
Even if Young Master Shi became furious afterward, she was willing to accept it!
As long as she could successfully get pregnant, complete the task Mrs. Shi assigned her, and secure her position as the young lady of the Shi Family, she would willingly endure any rage.
Ling Chuxia's palm pressed down on Shi Che's chest. The man's body temperature was very high, as if it were burning her palm. Instinctively, Ling Chuxia wanted to pull back her hand, but she managed to restrain herself. She tried hard not to let her hand tremble, as it slowly traced down the lines of Shi Che's muscles.
For the first time, Ling Chuxia felt so clearly Shi Che's excellent physique, feeling the firm and tight muscles beneath her palm, the streamlined abs, her cheeks turned red, spreading even to her neck.
Shi Che's breathing went from calm to gradually heaving, slowly getting heavier, and Ling Chuxia's heart also started to hover, rising bit by bit.
She didn't know what would face her next. She only knew that, at this moment, she had to give it her all.
Thin sweat formed on Ling Chuxia's back, nearly soaking through her nightdress, her whole body tense, wholly focused on caressing Shi Che.
She hoped that Shi Che wouldn't wake up, would best sleep drowsily, sleep with her on instinct... as if it were just a spring dream...
Hope was called hope because it often contained many unrealistic fantasies, yet reality was often cruel.
Ling Chuxia's thought had barely settled when she felt her wrist caught sharply. The grip holding her wrist was, as always, strong and unyielding. This sensation was not unfamiliar to her, even familiar enough that she was slow to feel fear.
Until her whole body was forcefully tossed aside, Ling Chuxia fell heavily back onto the bed, feeling utterly disoriented. If this fall had been onto a solid floor, Ling Chuxia figured her insides would have been thrown out.
Ling Chuxia thought hazily and, suddenly, met those black-brown eyes above her.
Shi Che had already sat up, propped himself up with one hand, leaning slightly forward. His black eyes were completely fixed on her face, as if they wanted to bore a hole through her.
Ling Chuxia had always thought Shi Che was sound asleep, his slumber quiet and breath steady and even, looking every bit like someone deeply asleep. But now, looking into his eyes, they were nothing like those just stirred awake.
They were clearly the fierce eyes of a cheetah that had discovered its prey, locked in, ready to pounce at any moment. Those black-brown eyes were no longer calm deep pools, but raging storms, no longer cold and indifferent, but deep and sharp, frighteningly so.