A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 55: A Side of Indulgence in Sensory Pleasures (3)_1

He didn’t turn around, his voice laden with mockery. "Don’t pretend."

The more unwilling he was, the more Shen Jing was determined to entice him. She refused to get down. "Then how am I supposed to leave?"

She sounded coy and timid.

If he ignored her, she really would lie there, feeling aggrieved and throwing a childish tantrum.

The driver leaned to one side, waiting respectfully; there was no way to move this ’little empress’.

Zhou Luchen finally extended a hand. Just as Shen Jing placed hers on it, a sharp pain, as if a muscle in her calf had twisted, made her gasp.

He turned slightly and only then realized Shen Jing’s leg was genuinely numb. He bent down, put an arm around her waist, and without another word, swept her up into his arms.

Shen Jing unconsciously curled her lips. She raised her arms and instinctively wrapped them around his neck.

He was so strong that lifting her always seemed effortless, as if he were carrying a child.

She looked up.

Zhou Luchen’s handsome face, with its sharply defined features, was inches away. His skin was so fair it was flawless, and his striking, dark brows and eyes held an air of cool detachment.

How could an aristocratic family produce such a devastatingly handsome young master? A single glance was enough to steal one’s soul.

She almost wanted to thank the Zhou Family’s genes and fortune.

Money and power had nurtured him.

When it came to aura and looks, among all the men she had ever seen, none could compare to Zhou Luchen.

His tone was indifferent. "Still looking?"

Shen Jing praised him in a low voice, "Sometimes, the more I look, the more I like you."

Zhou Luchen chuckled, his expression unreadable. A low, sexy laugh rumbled in his throat. "You can look your fill in bed."

A rake.

A side to him that contradicted his noble, dignified appearance.

Passionate and forbidden.

Untamed.

His words made Shen Jing’s cheeks flush a charming red, and she instinctively burrowed her face into Zhou Luchen’s suit.

His embrace always carried a faint, pleasant scent, mingled with the potent aroma of his pheromones, assertively enveloping her.

Zhou Luchen’s arms tightened around her. "Scared?"

"Yes," she admitted, her expression a mixture of innocence and vivid emotion.

The driver pressed the elevator button, then stood outside, nodding as he watched them ascend.

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They entered the room.

The motion-sensor lights immediately flickered on, illuminating the space.

He carried her through the winding living room and into the study, where he tossed her onto the sofa.

She landed among the cushions with a soft RUSTLE.

Shen Jing rubbed her aching waist. "Are you tossing me around like a toy?"

Zhou Luchen didn’t respond. He leaned forward, propping one hand on the sofa’s armrest, effectively trapping her in the corner. He stared at her with an intrigued expression, then, after a moment, raised an eyebrow. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Her proximity had made him sweat.

Zhou Luchen reached up to loosen his tie. Then, he dominantly grasped her wrist, pressing her hand to the tie just below his Adam’s apple, silently demanding she undo it for him.

Shen Jing’s fingers fumbled with the tie. She used to be impatient when undoing it for him before, but now, taking it slow, she’d almost forgotten how.

Stared at by his eyes, as deep and dark as the sea, Shen Jing grew increasingly nervous. Her fingers fumbled like a kitten’s paws, only managing to brush against the fabric.

Zhou Luchen couldn’t help but chuckle. "You can play by yourself here for a bit."

Shen Jing froze for a moment. When she processed his words, she realized that, just moments before, her mind had been filled with... impure thoughts about him.

After a moment, Shen Jing asked, feigning nonchalance, "Haven’t you finished your work yet?"

He hummed affirmatively.

Shen Jing lowered her gaze. "I’m hungry."

Zhou Luchen asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Shen Jing licked her lips. "That chili pickled greens the aunty cooked last time... the sour kind, it was delicious."

Zhou Luchen leaned in even closer, his upper body pressing down. His tone was light, tinged with an unreadable meaning. "Pregnant?"

For no apparent reason, Shen Jing felt as if all the blood had drained from her heart. Her hand tightened its grip on the tie.

"No," she tilted her head up to meet his gaze. "I absolutely don’t want to be. I wouldn’t be able to carry it to term anyway."

A faint smile played on Zhou Luchen’s well-defined lips. "But do you want to?"

Is he asking if I want his child? What a twisted sense of humor. Shen Jing smoothly pulled his tie off and tossed it behind the sofa. "Would you raise it?"

He was as heartless as ever. "No."

He always took the lead and maintained control; there would be no ’happy accidents’.

Zhou Luchen’s lips brushed against her ear. His breath was warm and sensual as he spoke, his voice laced with meaning, "Be a little more obedient. It’s more endearing."

"I’m not obedient at all."

If she were truly obedient, she wouldn’t have set her sights on Luchen, the most challenging catch from the Zhou Family in Shanghai.

Zhou Luchen rested his cheek on his hand and smiled. His slender fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one, until the gunmetal-black buttons were loose. He slipped off the gray shirt and hung it on the armrest.

The powerful muscles of his broad back were revealed, exuding a raw, untamed allure.

While Zhou Luchen was in the bathroom showering, the aunty he’d mentioned actually arrived. She cooked a small pot of black rice porridge, served with the chili pickled greens.

Shen Jing, overcome with curiosity, leaned nearby to watch how the aunty prepared it.

The aunty, though a woman of few words, understood Shen Jing’s unspoken interest and still offered occasional explanations of her process.

"No need to teach me, I’m not trying to learn."

Shen Jing clarified she wasn’t there to learn cooking, just to watch. "If my future significant other can’t cook, we’ll just eat takeout together."

The aunty was momentarily speechless.

Eventually, the aunty just smiled. Nine out of ten owners who could afford to live in a place like this were rich, and the tenth was powerful and influential.

They only stayed here occasionally; it was likely a love nest.

She’d seen it all before. This young lady, with her delicate skin and pampered demeanor, clearly wasn’t cut out for housework. And it didn’t look like this couple planned to live in this apartment long-term.

After cleaning up the kitchen, the aunty said her goodbyes and left.

Shen Jing sat alone at the breakfast bar eating. After a moment’s thought, she ladled a small portion into a bowl and took it to the study.

She recalled accompanying Zhou Luchen to business dinners before. He rarely ate much, perhaps just a bite or two. If things weren’t to his liking, he wouldn’t even glance at a contract before standing up and leaving, abandoning numerous capitalists at the table.

It’s so late; he must be hungry.

Shen Jing also prepared a glass of iced lemon water, placing it on a tray to carry.

She pushed open the study door. The air conditioning inside was set very low. She still loved the feeling of the soft, handmade wool carpet under her bare feet—it felt wonderfully plush.

Her gaze drifted forward.

At the desk, Zhou Luchen leaned back in his leather chair, head tilted slightly, observing her. His bathrobe hung loosely around him, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses rested on his nose. The lenses faintly reflected the light from the computer screen, and his every gesture exuded the air of a refined scoundrel.

Shen Jing walked over, settled onto his lap, and carefully placed the tray down.

Her fingers playfully hooked the silver-rimmed glasses on his straight, handsome nose—an intimate gesture.

No wonder his eyes were so captivating and alluring. This young master even took excellent care of his eyes when looking at a computer.

"Does CEO Zhou prefer to work late at night?"

Zhou Luchen gave her waist a light pinch and leaned close to her ear. "Wasn’t I busy keeping you company?"

Shen Jing wouldn’t dare take credit for that.

"And you’re blaming me for this too?"

Zhou Luchen’s eyes were half-closed, a lazy smile playing on his lips as his hands reached around her to type on the keyboard.

Shen Jing removed his glasses and placed them on the desk. She then picked up the bowl and tried to hand it to Zhou Luchen. "It’s cooled down now. It tastes better this way."

She really knew how to coax him.

Zhou Luchen was clearly enjoying her attentiveness. He didn’t take the bowl, instead motioning for her to feed him.

Shen Jing tilted her head, looking at him.

"What happened to your hands, Zhou Luchen?"

Zhou Luchen’s fingers, which had been resting on her waist, slid upwards, mischievously slipping under the hem of her clothes. He wanted her to feel the burning heat of his palm and the slight, pressing pain. "What do you think?"

Ticklish, Shen Jing squirmed in his embrace. She shifted, her arms wrapping limply around his neck. "Alright then."

Wanting to be fed, such a high and mighty attitude.

Shen Jing, however, had patience. She took a tissue, gently scooped up a small spoonful, and began to feed him, watching him eat.

His expression softened noticeably. So, he wasn’t incapable of tenderness after all.

"What is your heart made of?"