My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 918: Tell Me You’re Willing
Ye Lu instantly grasped his intention, her face flushing deep red, as she knew this man had many tricks up his sleeve when it came to such matters.
The moonlight streaming in through the window bathed his mysterious and profound eyes, which, like the deep sea, were filled with deep and tender emotions, while his black, robust strands of hair, messed by the sea breeze, entangled with hers in moments of intertwining and indignant frustration, resting upon his smooth, pale, and sensual collarbone.
The night was exquisite, and the moonlight enchanting.
Third Young Master Jun, half-drunk and half-smiling, watched her and leaned in, bowing his head to gently kiss her eyelids.
"Hey, since you got pregnant, I’ve hardly touched you. How are you going to make it up to me tonight?"
Ye Lu’s face was so flushed it was scorching hot, a rosy pink like peach blossoms, utterly powerless to withstand this man’s wanton words.
"I don’t want to talk to you," she said with annoyance, turning her head away and mumbling a few incoherent sounds to mask her embarrassment.
His gaze was as ardent as flames, making no attempt to hide his love and desire for her. The brilliance in the depths of his eyes was immersed in boundless tenderness, and with a low chuckle, his lips almost touched her cherry lips, his voice husky like a tempting devil.
"If you don’t want to talk, then concentrate on the task at hand!"
Ye Lu was enveloped by his fiery embrace, feeling every pore suffused with his dominant presence, and despite trying hard to ignore it, to treat it as an unavoidable charade, she couldn’t restrain her wildly racing heart.
She dared not look into his eyes for fear of involuntarily drowning in his sinister charm.
Even though she denied it, she had to admit that this man possessed a kind of soul-stirring seduction that could sink her reason and self-control.
Seeing her in a daze, his wandering hands immediately grew restless, and his sultry lips pressed unsatisfactorily against her, gently biting her tender earlobe: "Why don’t you speak, Ye Lu, say you love me, that you want me!"
His voice was hoarse and deep, like a cello lingering amongst the roses in the night, temptingly luring one to succumb.
Ye Lu turned to look at him, peering into the vast depths of his eyes, where there lay a profound sea of tenderness, misty and intoxicating, his gaze drunken and enamored, craving her affirmation, desiring her to be the one to set him free.
She felt her heart suddenly in turmoil, panicked and disordered, her reason collapsing, her consciousness swaying and rippling at the mercy of instinct.
"You talk too much, if we’re going to do it, let’s just do it," she said through clenched teeth, her ears burning, speaking fiercely.
"Hehe..." His eyes suddenly gleamed with startling brightness, his lips moving from her ear towards the corner of her mouth. They were so close, bodies pressing together, noses touching, their eyes only able to see each other, hear each other’s breath and heartbeat.
"Do you mean you’re willing?"
Ye Lu couldn’t escape, forced to meet his intense gaze, unable to hide her own emotions.
With his piercing gaze trained on her, as if to see through to the bottom of her heart, she was panicked and flustered, closing her eyes.
"Ye Lu, don’t be afraid, open your eyes and look at me," he coaxed softly, his voice imbued with seduction and insistence, "Tell me you’re willing."
What he wanted was her willing consent. In the past, with such matters, he always had a forceful attitude, not caring whether or not she was willing, using violence to coerce her into submission.
But now, he wanted to respect her, no longer always acting as a lofty controller who humiliated and repelled her.
He wanted to soften her, to achieve mutual affection, a true blending of body and soul.
