Chapter 132: Jealous?
His voice was casual, with an unspoken hint of amusement.
Lian Li raised her hand, her fingertip brushing the corner of her eye.
She hadn’t been crying.
Lian Li didn’t bother arguing with him about whether she had cried or not. Her peripheral vision caught that his shoulders were wet from the rain, and she leaned closer to him.
The Eldest Young Master, who usually commanded storms, shouldn’t get sick. If he got sick, she would likely be the one in trouble.
After all, if he got sick, he’d be sick for a day.
At that moment, Lian Li didn’t know Jin Shi Yue was jealous. She was just concerned about him, genuinely wishing him a speedy recovery.
Nothing more.
The two walked into the hotel side by side, handing the umbrella to the doorman at the entrance.
As they unhurriedly entered the elevator hall, the hotel manager and staff beside them couldn’t help but cast glances their way.
The man was exceptionally tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. Glancing at the girl beside him, the smile curving the corner of his mouth was utterly nonchalant. His steps were refined, as if mindful of the person next to him, he slowed his pace.
Although the two didn’t display any intimate gestures, their mere presence together conveyed a palpable sense of flowing affection, suggesting their relationship was likely not simple.
The guests who frequented Yu Jing Palace were never ordinary people, and they, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, possessed an extraordinary bearing, exuding an aura of noble composure with every movement.
Exiting the elevator.
Swiping the card to enter the suite.
Lian Li took off Jin Shi Yue’s jacket and hung it on the hanger. Turning to look at him, she saw that his dark, tousled hair was still unavoidably damp with rain.
“You should go take a shower first, don’t catch a cold.”
It was Lian Li’s first time staying at a hotel with Jin Shi Yue, and she wasn’t sure of his customs. She walked through the living room towards the bedroom, then belatedly turned back.
Jin Shi Yue was instructing Tao Su to bring over some clothes. His voice was clear and his words concise. After hanging up the phone, he looked at her with a perceptive lift of his eyelids.
Lian Li withdrew her gaze and entered the washroom, tidying her hair, which had been disheveled by the wind.
Tao Su arrived quickly. As he brought the items in, he nearly bumped into Lian Li, who was holding a glass cup and drinking hot milk.
Both of them maintained a poker face. Tao Su politely asked, “Miss Lian.”
Lian Li nodded in acknowledgment, not saying much.
Tao Su walked out, gently closing the door in the corridor, and headed towards the elevator.
It was quite interesting; the Second Young Master had been busy lately and had temporarily canceled his drinking engagement in the capital.
He came to Shanghai but chose a hotel instead of going to Yu Jing Palace.
The elevator arrived, and the doors opened to the sides. Tao Su looked up and saw He Shu in the elevator.
Their eyes met, and they smiled amicably, a question simultaneously arising in both their minds.
The Eldest Young Master was here too?
The Second Young Master was here too?
*
While Jin Shi Yue went to the bathroom to shower, Lian Li lazily curled up on a single swivel sofa, gazing out at the city under the rainy, glazed night through the glass window.
Jin Shi Yue tied the belt of his bathrobe with his long fingers and emerged from the bathroom with a leisurely, languid gait. His shoulders were broad, and his physique was like a clothes hanger; even with the bathrobe worn loosely, it couldn’t conceal his innate nobility.
Lian Li noticed he had come out through the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window but didn’t turn around. She glanced at him twice before continuing to look down at her mobile phone.
Suddenly, she heard him say lazily, “Go to the ophthalmologist when you have time to adjust your vision.”
Lian Li replied, “Why would I go to the ophthalmologist? I’m neither nearsighted nor blind.”
He’s the one who should go to the ophthalmologist.
His girlfriend was more direct than the Makkah Royal Clock Tower when it came to feelings.
Jin Shi Yue’s fingers gripped the armrest of Lian Li’s swivel sofa, turning her and the sofa around.
Lian Li’s clear, luminous apricot eyes suddenly lifted, catching his deep, dark gaze without warning, and her heart couldn’t help but sink.
The light from the chandelier swept across Jin Shi Yue’s chiseled profile. He braced his hands on the armrests of her sofa, looking down at her from above, his head bowed. He gazed into her eyes at close range, his words spoken nonchalantly yet with a wild intensity.
“Is that so? Then how come these beautiful eyes of yours can’t see your boyfriend?”
“…”
“Can you see me?”
Their gazes met, and Lian Li fell silent.
Jin Shi Yue’s sexy Adam’s apple bobbed, and his thin lips parted, “Are you going to say it or not?”
Lian Li remained silent, turning her head away.
Jin Shi Yue cupped her chin, turning her face back, “Speak.”
Face to face, even the slightest expression couldn’t escape. Lian Li pursed her lips, unable to resist his domineering nature, “I saw, I saw, I saw…” you.
Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly kissed her. His thin lips nibbled and pressed, prying open her teeth. Their lips and tongues intertwined, the kiss deepening.
His kisses were always fiery and possessive, making her heart burn.
Her lips were so soft, yet her heart was so hard.
She was deceiving him again.
She hadn’t seen anything.
Her heart and eyes were filled with someone else, so how could she see him?
The Eldest Young Master’s dominance was always wild and alluring.
His strength was potent, his kisses lingering and passionate, causing her to let out a soft hum between breaths.
When the kiss ended, Lian Li’s face was flushed, her eyes shimmering with a watery spring light, and her lips were stained red and tender from the kiss.
She gazed at him, dazed.
Her expression remained calm, but it now held a hint of pitifulness.
Jin Shi Yue looked her up and down, “You’re truly heartless, Lian Li.”
“How am I heartless? Didn’t I let you stay?” Lian Li was bewildered.
Jin Shi Yue’s dark eyes reflected her image, “Were you King Xuan of Qi in your past life?”
When she needed Jin Shi Yue, but when she didn’t, it was Jin Yan Ting.
Lian Li didn’t quite understand the meaning of his words and softly asked, “Do you believe in Buddhism?”
“No,” Jin Shi Yue stated definitively.
The sudden kiss, the inexplicable questioning – he was probably annoyed by something and in a bad mood.
Lian Li’s eyes flickered. After looking at Jin Shi Yue for a moment, she raised her hand and proactively hugged his neck.
Warm fragrance and soft jade in his arms, Jin Shi Yue paused for a second.
Lian Li rested her face on his shoulder, feeling a slight warmth. After a while, she asked, “Are you very familiar with Lu Hansheng?”
“Hmm?” Jin Shi Yue rested his chin on her fragrant shoulder.
“I heard you two once fought over the same girl and were punished by the Old Master to kneel in the ancestral hall and copy scriptures.”
A hint of slyness and cunning stirring within Lian Li’s bones led her to rephrase her words, subtly altering their meaning.
Jin Shi Yue lowered his head and chuckled, his lips curling, “Are you jealous?”
Lian Li said no, “I was just asking.”
Lian Li had met Lu Yan Ying, Lu Hansheng’s younger sister. She wore an elegant, small-style Chanel dress and smiled like a radiant sun, a very likable wealthy young lady.
After a moment, Lian Li asked again, “I quite like Lu Yan Ying. Why aren’t you with her?”
Jin Shi Yue whispered by her ear, chuckling, “Only you.”
His “only you” was spoken in a low, husky tone.
Both seductive and alluring.
Lian Li hugged Jin Shi Yue, feeling his burning body through the fine fabric, and unconsciously held him tighter.
She couldn’t distinguish whether the reason for her embrace was loneliness and cold, or being teased by his words.
Or perhaps a combination of both.
Jin Shi Yue’s smile deepened, “Girlfriend, there are too many dangers outside. You have to protect me.”
Lian Li thought, alright then, she would protect him for half a year.
Who asked him to be so popular?
