Chapter 123: The Use of a Boyfriend
Lian Li looked at Jin Shi Yue, whose collar was slightly open, muscles bulging. Just woken up, his eyes held weariness, his expression devoid of color.
He asked her groggily, “What did you call me?”
Lian Li said, “October?” Then, she quickly added, “I just suddenly remembered that Shi Yue sounds like October, and I mistakenly thought you were born in October.”
Jin Shi Yue said, “Call me again.”
Lian Li looked at him without speaking.
Jin Shi Yue’s large palm gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, insistent, “Call me again.”
As his low voice fell, his forehead touched hers.
Lian Li raised her lashes, able to see the heat hidden beneath Jin Shi Yue’s indifferent eyes. His burning gaze diminished the coldness that seemed to disregard everything.
It was as if she were being protected in the palm of his hand, considered an incredibly precious existence.
Lian Li softly asked, not entirely sure, “October?”
Jin Shi Yue gazed at her for two seconds, then pulled her into his arms, inhaling her faint scent. A slightly hoarse single syllable escaped his throat: “Mm, I’m here.”
The citrus scent on Lian Li and the rose scent of the bedding were clearly distinct, not mingling at all, just like her.
She guarded a pure corner of her heart, untouched by any dust from the outside world.
“It’s late,” Lian Li intended to get up, reaching out to push him. “Let go, I need to wash up.”
Her attitude wasn’t exactly cold, but it was too indifferent.
Jin Shi Yue’s desire had been ignited by her ‘explanation’ last night, his heart stirred by her ‘Shi Yue’ just now, and now his bones were pricked by her ‘effortless governance’.
Jin Shi Yue raised his eyelids, observing her expression, and moved his lips, his voice devoid of warmth: “Are boyfriends meant for breaking up with?”
Knowing he was referring to what she said in the car last night, Lian Li still retorted, “Aren’t they?”
If he weren’t a boyfriend, there would be no need to break up.
“No.”
Jin Shi Yue leaned close to her ear, smiling, his tone incredibly sexy, “Boyfriends are meant for sleeping with.”
Hearing this, Lian Li’s breathing slowed for a few seconds.
Recalling the passionate events in the bathroom, shyness instantly flooded her. She pulled the quilt up to cover half her face.
Jin Shi Yue’s palm covered her hand clutching the quilt, squeezing it with satisfaction.
He liked that she had emotional fluctuations because of him, liked the anger or shyness she displayed.
Lian Li’s hand was held by Jin Shi Yue; she didn’t pull away. She felt the warmth of his palm and voiced the doubt in her heart.
“Have you really never had a girlfriend?”
After asking, Lian Li felt the question was inaccurate. Not having a girlfriend didn’t mean being pure and abstinent. She changed her wording: “Have you really never been intimate with other women?”
A curve of pleasure lifted the corner of Jin Shi Yue’s lips. He smiled lazily, “Is my girlfriend starting to have possessiveness towards me?”
Lian Li shook her head, saying no.
Jin Shi Yue released her hand and turned to pinch her cheek, his gaze very indifferent: “Do I look like a scumbag?”
Those at the pinnacle of society, unparalleled in wealth and power, doted upon and pampered, might remain pure. But even those at the bottom of society could be rotten scumbags.
Scumbaggery is inherent nature, unrelated to social status, unrelated to power.
Lian Li answered honestly: “Not just in appearance.”
In words and actions, it didn’t seem like the first time.
Jin Shi Yue narrowed his eyes, his gaze locked onto her.
His long fingers pinched her chin, and he kissed her, “Using those beautiful lips to say things I don’t like to hear.”
This kind of words, with a hint of gentle ruthlessness, made one’s heart race.
Lian Li’s breathing tightened slightly. Her gaze dropped to the small wound on his lip where he had bitten it—she had bitten him.
Lian Li had been well taken care of and had slept sufficiently. She wasn’t sleepy at all now, but she still used her fair, slender fingers to pull the quilt for Jin Shi Yue.
After all, displeasing him would bring her no benefit.
“I’ll only stay with you for half an hour, no more.”
It was rare for Lian Li to be proactive, and Jin Shi Yue’s lips curved slightly.
His palm cupped her waist, pulling her into his embrace, and he closed his eyes to rest.
Lian Li wasn’t sure if Jin Shi Yue hadn’t slept last night, or if he was accustomed to an extravagant and decadent life, not having a habit of sleeping at night and only catching up on sleep during the day when he felt tired.
She leaned against Jin Shi Yue’s chest, slowly closing her eyes.
After a short nap, when she woke up again, she found that only thirteen minutes had passed.
Lian Li didn’t fall asleep again and didn’t dare to move, afraid of waking Jin Shi Yue. Bored, she idly picked at his pajamas with her fingertips. The silk fabric of the pajamas was finely made; no matter how she picked, she couldn’t pull out any fuzz or threads.
After playing with his clothes for seventeen minutes, time was up. Lian Li got out of Jin Shi Yue’s embrace. Although her movements were extremely careful, he still noticed and opened his eyes, waking up.
Lian Li: “You should continue sleeping.”
Jin Shi Yue reached for his mobile phone, dialing someone. His voice was low and lazy, without fluctuation.
Lian Li didn’t listen. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash up.
She stood at the washbasin brushing her teeth, and her peripheral vision caught the torn nightgown in the laundry basket, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Lian Li changed her clothes and went to the dressing table, casually picking up a hairpin. In a few strokes, she tied up her long hair.
Jin Shi Yue slightly lifted his eyelids, glancing sideways. In his vision was a round back of a head and a loose low bun.
He narrowed his eyes.
Lian Li saw Jin Shi Yue through the mirror on the dressing table.
He was handsome, tilting his head slightly. His face held an ingrained weariness and arrogance, so handsome it was dazzling.
A playboy young master, quite wild and unpredictable.
Lian Li looked for two or three breaths, closed the drawer, turned around as if nothing had happened, walked closer, and asked him, “What do you want to eat?”
Jin Shi Yue grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer.
With a tug of his strength, Lian Li was caught off guard and knelt on one knee on the bed.
Jin Shi Yue buried his face in her shoulder, his voice deep and magnetic: “Someone’s coming to do it.”
Someone’s coming to do it?
Who?
Lian Li was confused. Before she could speak, her mobile phone vibrated—a notification from the surveillance system.
She glanced at it and saw that Ling Yu was ringing the doorbell at her doorstep.
Lian Li asked Jin Shi Yue to let go. She walked out of the bedroom to open the door.
Ling Yu arrived with an auntie to cook for them, greeting her warmly, “Miss Lian.”
Second Young Master Jin’s status was noble; being his girlfriend was a life of luxury. It was probably only her who found it troublesome.
A princess room and an auntie were still within Lian Li’s acceptable range.
Compared to Xi Shang Yuan, which was worlds apart from Qing Teng Road 21, she was inwardly vigilant and unwilling to reach out and touch it.
Ling Yu and the auntie were busy in the kitchen.
Lian Li sat on the sofa in the living room, looking up at the pendulum clock hanging on the wall.
She felt she had become decadent since being with Jin Shi Yue.
The morning had vanished into thin air, and she woke up to find it was already noon.
The ancients said that from then on, the king would not hold court early; their words were indeed true.
Although Lian Li did not have Jin Shi Yue’s prominent power, nor was she from a powerful aristocratic family, it didn’t stop her from considering him a source of ruin.
She pondered.
Lian Li rested her right hand on her left wrist, her fingertip tracing a red jade, its texture indescribably cool and smooth.
Her mobile phone pinged with a WeChat message.
She picked it up, looked down, and her fingertip suddenly paused.
