The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

That breath seemed to have a kind of magic that made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself. He seemed to have completely forgotten the anger, disappointment and grievance that Su Xingya had felt in her heart not long ago because she was used as a pawn by him.

His arms tightly embraced Su Xingya, as if he wanted to merge her into his body. The force was so great that Su Xingya could hardly breathe.

After a moment, Gu Yunqian slowly turned over as if he had used up all his strength. His movements were a little tired and slow, and he collapsed to the side.

His eyes were a little blurry, and his hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to his forehead in strands.

He reached out and fumbled for a cigarette from the bedside cabinet. His fingers trembled slightly as he finally lit the cigarette.

The cigarette butt instantly lit up with a faint red light, flickering in the darkness, like the light of hope struggling in the darkness, but with a hint of danger.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, the smoke quickly spread in his mouth and nasal cavity, and then he exhaled slowly.

The smoke was like a group of ghosts breaking free from their restraints, spreading rapidly around, and soon enveloped the entire space in a layer of hazy smoke.

His face was vaguely visible in the smoke, like a mysterious painting shrouded in fog, making it impossible to fathom his true state of mind at the moment.

Gu Yunqian took another deep puff of his cigarette, then turned his head and looked at Su Xingya beside him.

Her expression was extremely cold and her eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling, as if there was an exit there for her to escape.

Completely different from the shy, satisfied or coquettish expressions she had at the end of every previous intimate contact, at this moment, she seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of frost, exuding an aura that kept people at a distance.

Gu Yunqian curled his lips slightly, and there was a hint of cunning, a hint of playfulness, and a hint of subtle provocation in that smile.

He gently exhaled a puff of smoke in the direction of Su Xingya. The smoke was like a winding snake, twisting its body and floating quickly towards Su Xingya.

Su Xingya was caught off guard and was instantly choked by the pungent smoke, causing her to cough repeatedly. Her body began to tremble violently, and she subconsciously covered her mouth and nose with her hands, her brows knitted tightly into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

Gu Yunqian seemed not to notice her anger, and the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

He placed the cigarette gently on the ashtray. The action seemed casual and natural, but it also carried a sense of calmness as if he was in control of everything.

Then, he slowly moved his upper body downwards, stretched out his long arms, and held Su Xingya tightly in his arms.

His arms were like an impossible cage. Su Xingya struggled a few times but found it was in vain.

His breathing was steady and even, spraying on the back of Su Xingya's neck, causing her body to involuntarily stiffen again.

His lips rubbed gently against her face intentionally or unintentionally, like a gentle provocation or a silent comfort.

He closed his eyes, a look of satisfaction on his face, and took a deep breath, as if he was enjoying this moment of intimacy and control, as if the whole world was in his arms, allowing him to have whatever he wanted.

But Su Xingya closed her eyes tightly in his arms, biting her lower lip so hard that it almost drew blood.

Her heart was screaming and resisting. None of this was what she wanted.

She felt like a doll being manipulated, without any dignity or freedom.

Her body became increasingly stiff, and every muscle felt like a taut string that could break at any time.

Perhaps feeling Su Xingya's resistance and stiffness, Gu Yunqian finally stopped.

He was silent for a while, then slowly said, "In fact, I tried several times before, but Lao Mo refused to see me. I was about to give up, but I didn't expect that something unexpected would happen. Although it was just a few words, it was enough. It's all thanks to you!"

His voice echoed in the silent room, with a hint of laziness and casualness, but like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Su Xingya's heart.

When Su Xingya listened to his words, the anger in her heart was like a raging fire that almost swallowed her.

Gu Yunqian sat on the edge of the bed, his posture still upright, but at this moment he seemed to be shrouded in an invisible layer of fatigue.

He held the almost burnt cigarette between his fingers, and the spark flickered brightly and dimly on the cigarette butt, and each flicker reflected the complex and indistinguishable light in his eyes.

The smoke rose up and lingered in front of him, just like the tangled thoughts in his mind.

Su Xingya lay on her side on the other side of the bed, with her back facing Gu Yunqian. Her body was as stiff as a cold stone.

Her long black hair was scattered messily on the pillow, and a few strands of hair stuck to her slightly pale cheeks, making her look even more haggard.

She closed her eyes tightly, and her long, thick eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids, which seemed to cover her gloomy mood at the moment.

His hands subconsciously grabbed the quilt, his knuckles turned white from the force, as if he was trying to grasp the warmth and sense of security that was about to disappear.

Gu Yunqian's feelings for Su Xingya are like a tangled mess.

There is certainly an element of exploitation involved, but the daily doting is by no means fake; this doting is like the warm sunshine in spring.

Her reason was like a breeze, whispering in her ears from time to time, warning her that all this might just be an illusory mirage, a carefully choreographed play.

However, her heart had already sunk involuntarily. Now trapped in such an embarrassing and painful situation, her heart felt as if it was deeply pierced by thousands of fine needles. The pain spread throughout her body, making it difficult for her to breathe.

The two of them were in a stalemate like this, and the air seemed to be frozen.

There was no red faces when arguing, no loud shouting when angry, but the deathly silence was more despairing than any argument.

They did not continue to sleep in the same bed. Gu Yunqian just sat there quietly, silent.

Although Su Xingya couldn't see his expression, she could clearly feel his dissatisfaction with her temper.

Finally, when the cigarette turned to ashes at Gu Yunqian's fingertips, he slowly stood up, his movements a little slow, as if he was carrying endless worries.

He put on his clothes one by one, and every movement seemed so heavy.

After getting dressed, he did not walk to the bedside gently as he did before, pick up Su Xingya gently, and take her to wash away her fatigue. Instead, he walked straight to the door without looking back.

The footsteps echoed in the silent room, and every step seemed to be stepping on Su Xingya's broken heart.

After that night, the days seemed to go on peacefully, but only they themselves knew how many undercurrents were hidden beneath the calm surface of the lake.

Gu Yunqian and Su Xingya still acted the sweet and loving couple in front of everyone. Happiness was in their every move, and the smiles on their faces were as bright as blooming flowers.

They attended various occasions hand in hand. Gu Yunqian would considerately tidy up Su Xingya's hair, and Su Xingya would also lean on Gu Yunqian's arms like a little bird.

However, behind this seemingly perfect picture, there is unspeakable bitterness and helplessness. When their eyes occasionally meet, the loneliness and alienation that flashes by is like a shooting star across the night sky, fleeting but real.

Until this day, the seemingly peaceful life was broken by an invitation letter from Lao Mo.

When Gu Yunqian told Su Xingya that Lao Mo invited them to play golf together, Su Xingya's brows instantly frowned, and a deep "川" character formed between her eyebrows.

There was a hint of obvious resistance and uneasiness in her eyes, and her lips were slightly pursed, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back in the end.

She knew in her heart that she had no choice in the matter. She was like a puppet on strings, and could only be manipulated by others.