Chapter 92: Jin Shi Yue, You
Lian Li wasn’t in a hurry to open the door. When she changed the lock, she coincidentally installed a surveillance camera at the entrance, which was connected to her mobile phone.
Although the residential area had good security, a woman living alone mostly provided her own sense of safety.
Lian Li frowned slightly as she looked at the mobile phone screen, puzzled.
The man in the screen, holding his suit jacket in one hand and standing tall, was clearly Jin Shi Yue.
What was he doing here?
Lian Li pretended not to be home and ignored the doorbell. She walked towards the bedroom while looking at her phone. After taking just three steps, Jin Shi Yue’s sharp gaze in the screen suddenly shot over, with extreme penetration, directly into Lian Li’s eyes.
She stopped abruptly.
Was this man too perceptive?
Lian Li placed the mobile phone on the coffee table. After some thought, she still went to open the door.
“Why are you here?”
Jin Shi Yue looked down at her, his eyes dark and unreadable. “If Jin Yan Ting can come, can’t I?”
His words were like a sharp blade, instantly severing a taut string in Lian Li’s mind. She became visibly nervous. “Did you run into him when you came up?”
Jin Shi Yue saw the Maybach downstairs and immediately recognized it as Jin Yan Ting’s business car. As he took the elevator to the floor, Jin Yan Ting happened to be going down in the elevator. The two brothers passed each other without meeting.
However, Lian Li’s reaction made him extremely displeased. His chest felt blocked as if by cotton, and he was very stifled.
He couldn’t get angry with her, so he had to endure it himself.
Jin Shi Yue glanced at her with his dark eyes, “He hasn’t gone far and could return at any moment. Are you sure you want to talk to me at the door?”
Lian Li immediately glanced behind him warily. The area was empty now, but that didn’t mean an accident wouldn’t happen later.
As for Jin Shi Yue, they had lived together in his billionaire apartment and manor in New York… nothing had happened.
Lian Li opened the door and let him in. Jin Shi Yue looked her up and down. The girl had slightly curly, thick black hair cascading over her shoulders, and her slender, fair legs were visible beneath her black skirt.
The entryway was too cramped, so Lian Li led Jin Shi Yue into the living room. The Longjing tea she had brewed for Jin Yan Ting was not finished, so she washed a clean teacup and poured him a cup.
Jin Shi Yue’s gaze swept indifferently over the tea set in her hand, and he asked with an ambiguous tone, “The tea you brewed for Jin Yan Ting, are you willing to give it to me?”
Lian Li, who was bending over in front of the coffee table, paused upon hearing this and then looked up at him.
The tall man stood by the sofa, looking down at her. His long, thick eyelashes drooped, obscuring his dark eyes, making it impossible to discern his specific emotions.
Lian Li asked, “Aren’t you drinking tea?”
“I don’t drink what others have drunk.”
“No one has drunk it.”
“It was brewed for someone else,” Jin Shi Yue said leisurely.
The Eldest Young Master was truly pampered; he had to be unique.
Lian Li didn’t indulge him. “It was brewed for a guest, and you are also a guest.”
Jin Shi Yue raised an eyebrow and said lightly, “Would you sleep with a guest?”
“…”
Lian Li no longer wanted to give him tea.
However, the memory of her last attempt to take his tea, only to have him grab her wrist, was still vivid. She couldn’t take it back.
Lian Li straightened up, tilted her face up to look at him, and asked, “What do you want from me?”
Jin Shi Yue slightly lifted his eyelids to look at her and took a step forward. His movements were casual, but his eyes held a wild aggressiveness.
The aggressiveness was so strong it made her fingertips tingle.
Lian Li couldn’t help but take a step back, her waist pressing against the sofa. “Can’t you just talk from where you are?”
“No,” Jin Shi Yue raised his hand and loosened his collar. His slightly open neckline revealed a prominent, sharp Adam’s apple and collarbones hidden beneath his clothes, exuding a casual, roguish charm.
Lian Li’s gaze swept over his well-defined hands, then she raised her eyelashes, her obsidian-like eyes calmly meeting his.
“Did you have a fever that damaged your ears?”
Words he had once spoken now boomeranged back at him. Jin Shi Yue laughed instead of getting angry. “They were burned deaf. I’ll have to rely on you for the rest of my life, Junior Sister.”
The Eldest Young Master missed no opportunity to extort her.
Lian Li simply shut her mouth.
However, Jin Shi Yue unexpectedly grabbed her left wrist and lifted it. Her sleeve slid down, revealing a slender, fair wrist. The red jade bracelet she wore made her skin appear even fairer.
“Changed your bracelet?” Jin Shi Yue raised an eyebrow and asked.
“Yes.” Lian Li struggled forcefully but to no avail. She looked at him unhappily, “Let go.”
Jin Shi Yue not only didn’t let go, but his long legs stepped forward, his knees pressing between hers.
Lian Li’s heart skipped a beat, her legs felt weak, and her pupils were tinged with disbelief.
Jin Shi Yue’s thumb pressed against her pulse, his hot temperature seeping into her skin. Whether it was his body temperature that was too high or hers that was too low, Lian Li noticed a significant temperature difference.
Jin Shi Yue looked at her, his eyelashes lowered, and his thin lips parted. “Little liar.”
An inexplicable accusation was placed upon Lian Li. She asked, “When did I lie to you?”
“Didn’t you say you liked the cello?” Jin Shi Yue’s lips curved into a smile of interest, his dark eyes glancing at her.
Lian Li choked, finding no way to refute him.
After a moment of silence, she finally said, “If I didn’t like it, why would I have played the cello for so many years?”
Jin Shi Yue looked at her bright, moist apricot eyes and let out a soft scoff, as if he had seen through her but chose not to expose her.
Lian Li got goosebumps from his gaze and uncomfortably shifted her eyes to his shoulder. “If there’s nothing else, please leave.”
“What needs to be done today will be done today,” Jin Shi Yue said lazily. “Today’s debt hasn’t been settled yet.”
She had made his condition worse, and he wanted to settle the score with her.
Lian Li turned her head away, not wanting to see him.
Jin Shi Yue’s long arm suddenly wrapped around her waist. Lian Li was caught off guard. The moment her feet left the ground, he lifted her onto the sofa armrest.
Lian Li was startled and glanced at him, not understanding why, then quickly averted her gaze.
Jin Shi Yue’s large hand directly cupped the back of her head, forcing her to face him, their eyes meeting.
Making eye contact was an extremely intimate act.
The man’s gaze was sharp, as if he intended to penetrate her body with his burning stare.
Something was growing invisibly, and the atmosphere in the silent room became increasingly thick, inexplicably suffocating.
Lian Li lowered her eyelids, and the moment she stopped looking at Jin Shi Yue, he suddenly kissed her.
Her lips were easily captured by his, and a surge of heat rushed from the depths of her heart. Lian Li’s breath hitched, her heart stopped for a second, and then it began to pound wildly, almost leaping out of her chest.
Jin Shi Yue opened his eyes and stared deeply at her for several seconds. He used his tongue to pry open her teeth and entered. Lian Li’s hands were on the sofa armrest, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the fabric.
The soft touch of lips brushed against each other, wet lips and tongues suckled, breaths intertwined. He tilted his head slightly, making the kiss deeper.
A scorching numbness traveled from her spine to her tailbone. Lian Li’s breathing became rapid, and she extended a hand to push him. “Jin Shi Yue, you…”
Jin Shi Yue paused, tightened his grip on the back of her head, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, exuding a sharp beauty.
He lightly bit her lip, his deep voice carrying a hint of mischievous laughter. “Correct answer.”
—”Do you know who is kissing you?”
—”Jin Shi Yue, you.”
