My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 32 Can’t Resist_1

"Are you all right?" Shang Jingchen turned around with a complex look in his eyes, looking at Ye Lu.

Ye Lu hung her head, speaking in a low, muffled voice.

"I’m fine."

She said, then went to pull her luggage, head bowed, fiddling with her suitcase.

"If you’re fine, then quit dawdling and get your luggage out of here quickly." Shang Jingchen stood coldly at the door, his hands in his pockets.

The incident earlier had put him in an exceptionally bad mood, causing his temper to flare.

"..." Ye Lu kept her head bowed, saying nothing. Then a soft, plop sound was heard, silent tears spilled onto the floor.

It was barely noticeable, but Shang Jingchen heard it, and his body stiffened involuntarily.

Ye Lu pulled her luggage, heading towards the door.

She was coldly pulled back by him. His sharp eyes focused on her downcast head; he was livid.

"If you’re fine, why are you crying?"

"What’s it to you?"

Ye Lu, filled with anger, shoved his hand away and glared at him hatefully. For the first time in her life, she had been slapped like this. Didn’t she even have the right to feel aggrieved?

If it weren’t for him, would she have suffered such humiliation?

Heartless and ungrateful bastard.

As Shang Jingchen looked into her defiant, tear-filled eyes, his heart twitched slightly. Those red, teary, rabbit-like eyes of hers stirred a pang of pity and heartache in him.

This woman, he thought she was thick-skinned, seemed indifferent to others’ humiliation, and wouldn’t mind such things.

Unexpectedly, she too would feel wronged and cry.

"Huh, you deserve it. Who told you to be audacious enough to provoke my mother?" Although his words were harsh, his voice had softened considerably.

"Yes, I deserve it." Ye Lu was even more furious. She shouldn’t have stuck her nose in at that time. This man deserved to be tormented by his mother. Why should she feel bad for him!

He’s an ingrate. To hell with him!

"Come here!" Shang Jingchen’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

"What for?"

"When I tell you to come here, just come. Why all the questions?"

Ye Lu begrudgingly walked over and was pulled by Shang Jingchen to sit on the edge of the bed.

Then, Shang Jingchen opened the bedside table and took out a jar of green ointment, dabbing a bit of the transparent, emerald-colored gel onto his fingers.

Ye Lu was taken aback.

"I can do it myself."

Shang Jingchen gave a threatening warning: "Stay still!"

Immediately, Ye Lu obediently sat still.

Shang Jingchen brushed aside the loose strands of hair on her forehead, revealing half of her face.

Madam Shang’s slap had hit hard enough to leave half of Ye Lu’s face red and purple, slightly swollen, painful even at the sight of it.

Shang Jingchen’s heart softened, and his fingers gently spread the cooling, swelling-reducing ointment on her cheek. As his fingers touched the soft, delicate skin, both of them trembled involuntarily.

"Done yet!" Ye Lu quickly turned her face away, her ears slightly red. The itchiness made her uncomfortable.

Shang Jingchen raised an eyebrow: "Oh? You can feel embarrassed, too?"

"My face is red from being slapped, not from embarrassment."

"Making excuses!" Shang Jingchen chuckled, rarely seeing her so vulnerable and adorable, which gave him a strong urge to hold her tightly and kiss her passionately.

This woman, when looked at more closely, wasn’t so repugnant after all.

His heart instantly stirred, he couldn’t help himself and bent down to give her a lingering kiss. She sprang up like a frightened rabbit, her eyes wide, trying to back away.

But he quickly grabbed her hands and forcefully pushed her back onto the bed with a thump.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm..." She tried to resist, making muffled noises.

Seeing her like this made him happy. He released her lips, let her breathe, and his palm gently stroked her swollen face, causing him to soften. He leaned over, his fingers brushed against her injured cheek, the cool, wet touch made her shiver.

Both shy and irritated, her big eyes glared at him angrily, pushing him away with all her might.

Still trying to resist? This little woman, he gave a low, amused chuckle, quickly silencing her angry, slightly open mouth with his.