Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 104 of 214
"Oh, I get it," Yang Ce suddenly cried, as though a great revelation had struck him. Then he said nothing more.
Though Sun Jie did not argue back, she had been listening to what Yang Ce said. When he suddenly announced that he "got it," she wondered just what he had gotten. But she waited and waited, and nothing followed. At last she could not help asking, "What is it you think you've got?"
"We've only done it once. You can't have felt it deeply—you must have forgotten what it's like," Yang Ce said.
"Mm," Sun Jie said, wanting only to drop the subject, and gave a perfunctory murmur. In truth, how could she have forgotten that soaring, utterly gratifying sensation?
The first time in a person's life—how could it be forgotten just like that? It was only that Sun Jie had not yet worked out how to handle her relationship with him.
"Just as I thought," Yang Ce said, slapping his thigh. "Then it's simple. We'll just experience it once more."
"Don't you dare." Sun Jie did not want her relationship with him to rest on nothing but the bed, even if that particular sensation did linger in her memory.
Seeing the coy, reproachful look in Sun Jie's eyes, Yang Ce was instantly consumed with desire, and his body responded as well. Ah, this heart gu—Yang Ce shamelessly blamed his reaction on the heart gu.
To be continued.
661. Still Caring
With a beauty in his arms, no normal man could resist the temptation—and Yang Ce, besides, really was somewhat affected by the heart gu.
"Ah—what are you doing?" Before Sun Jie could finish, Yang Ce pulled her backward, and she fell flat on her back on the bed. Yang Ce bore down on her by force. Sun Jie struggled, but a woman's strength was never a match for a man's—especially not for Yang Ce, a perverted, monstrously strong killer.
Before absolute strength, all resistance is pale and powerless.
When you cannot refuse, then accept. Sun Jie closed her eyes and lay on the bed like a dead fish, paying no heed to any of Yang Ce's provocations.
Pay no heed—that was what Sun Jie told herself, but her body gradually began to respond. Though she clenched her teeth, the sensitive reactions of her flesh made her twist and squirm despite herself.
Sun Jie did not want to cooperate with Yang Ce, but sometimes not wanting is not enough to keep a thing from happening. She turned her back to him and lay on the bed, and it was impossible to tell whether she was asleep or pretending.
Yang Ce held Sun Jie from behind, somewhat regretting what he had done. He had been too reckless. Thinking over his behavior just now, it amounted to forcing Sun Jie, no less. She had said nothing, but any girl in her place would have been left feeling awful.
"Are you angry?" Yang Ce asked softly.
Sun Jie said nothing, but Yang Ce's keen instincts caught the faint movement of her body.
"Be my woman," Yang Yanzhou said.
Sun Jie sighed lightly, then said flatly, "Let's sleep. I don't want to talk about this now. The way you go about things makes me think your character is very poor. I should give our relationship some serious thought."
Yang Juehuan's heart turned cold. Sun Jie's thinking really was different from other women's—even at a time like this, she could still consider the matter so calmly.
"I'm sorry," Yang Moyi said with some guilt.
"Forget it. Last time I'll count as having forced myself on you. This time, we're even," Sun Jie said indifferently.
But the more Sun Jie said it like that, the worse Yang Juehuan felt. He could not help but curse those online y—posts in his heart: who was it that said once you push a woman down, you can push her down a second time? They all said the more you push, the better the relationship gets. So why was his getting more tense the more he pushed?
Though Sun Jie said that, the one thing that made Yang Ce feel lucky was that Sun Jie had not refused to let him hold her as she slept. That showed Sun Jie had not yet thoroughly come to hate him.