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"Are you nervous?" Qi Shaokai asked, holding Xinran's hand with one hand while using the other to unlock the door. Xinran looked down at the hand being held. If a man were holding a woman's hand, there would be warmth from love, but in her case with Qi Shaokai, all she felt was disgust, making her want to pull away.
"Why would I be nervous?" she replied.
"That's something you need to ask yourself. Perhaps you're afraid of what will happen next."
"Afraid? Why should I be afraid? If you say I feel disgusted, I can certainly agree with you!" Xinran lifted her chin slightly and glared at Qi Shaokai. She wasn't afraid of provoking him; in fact, she felt conflicted at that moment. What did she really want? Could she truly allow him to touch her?
"If you say that, aren't you worried about angering me and losing that 10% stake?" Qi Shaokai smirked. He could see Xinran's tension. After a few encounters, he had come to realize that this woman was stubborn and tough-talking. Conquering such a woman gave him an inexplicable thrill.
"I'm so scared! What do you want me to do? Kneel and beg?" The two stood facing each other, locking eyes. Xinran was unwilling to back down and could only use this method to mask her true feelings.
"Hahaha, I like this side of you!"
"Can we stop wasting time? Can you hurry up? I have things to do later!"
"You think after getting into my bed tonight, I'll let you leave?" Qi Shaokai tilted Xinran's chin with one hand and leaned closer, his tone suggestive. However, this action reminded Xinran of someone she shouldn't think about...
He had also once tilted her chin and domineeringly declared something similar; the gesture was almost identical to Qi Shaokai's. But the feelings were different. She had fled from that person without a word; he might have been angry or indifferent because she had merely been a pawn in his game. She never thought she held any significance in his heart. At that moment, recalling him was simply because his touch hadn't made her feel disgusted, even though she knew it was all fake. But with Qi Shaokai, everything felt different!
"You..." Xinran was at a loss for words, unable to find a rebuttal.
"How about we take a shower? That cramped space might feel more intimate than this big bed!" Qi Shaokai's hand slid down from Xinran's jaw, gently caressing her delicate neck, gradually moving lower until it brushed against her prominent collarbone.
"Don't!" Panic flashed in Xinran's eyes. She could endure being pressed down by the man in front of her in the dark, she could tolerate an unwanted man entering her body, but she could not bear to be naked and exposed to him in a well-lit environment. It would shatter her; she would feel so dirty!
"But it would be boring this way. You can't please me, and tonight would be meaningless even if you came," Qi Shaokai pressed Xinran against the wall, kissing her cheeks, brow, nose tip, and earlobe, leaving traces on almost every part of her face!
Xinran closed her eyes tightly, her lips trembling slightly. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she fought the impulse to push him away, desperately suppressing herself. She tried to hypnotize herself in her mind: as long as she got through tonight, she could regain 10% of the shares for her father. As long as she could see even a hint of a smile on her father's face, her sacrifice would be worth it!
"Someone is knocking at the door..." At that moment, the sudden knocking sounded like a lifeline, allowing Xinran's tangled heart to relax significantly.
"I called room service; I couldn't bear to let you starve while we... indulge," Qi Shaokai pinched Xinran's cute nose lightly and bit her red lips before walking away to open the door.
Staring at Qi Shaokai's departing back, Xinran sat weakly on the bed. She wrapped her arms around her head, desperately holding back tears. This was not the time to cry; even if she did cry, no one would pity her...
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