Gu Ran knew this man lacked a sense of security. At this moment, she suddenly felt that being too young wasn’t necessarily a good thing. According to Z Country’s marriage laws, women must be at least twenty years old to obtain a marriage certificate. Otherwise, she might have dragged Fu Sijue to get registered right after waking up, using the most practical method to give this man complete reassurance.
Hearing the words “marriage,” Fu Sijue was momentarily stunned, then tightened his embrace around Gu Ran, as if only through this could he truly feel the reality of it all.
“Ranran, you’re not lying to me, are you?”
“Ranran will never lie to Brother Jue.”
As she said this, a subtle, ambiguous glimmer flickered in Gu Ran’s clear eyes, and her gaze toward Fu Sijue carried an added layer of determination.
Since they couldn’t get the certificate for now, why not use other methods?
Thinking of all the regrets between her and Fu Sijue in her previous life, Gu Ran only wanted to live unrestrainedly.
Then, Gu Ran leaned close to Fu Sijue’s ear and whispered softly:
“Brother Jue, carry me back to the bedroom.”
Fu Sijue was still lost in thought over Gu Ran’s mention of marriage and didn’t notice the hidden desire in her eyes when she spoke, nor did he notice the blush gradually spreading across her ears and cheeks.
Fu Sijue was very obedient. Without another word, he scooped Gu Ran up and walked straight out of the study, heading directly toward the nearby bedroom.
Back in the bedroom, Fu Sijue placed Gu Ran on the bed. Though his eyes held longing, he didn’t dare to overstep and restrainedly released her.
But the next moment, Fu Sijue’s neck was caught by Gu Ran’s soft, jade-like hands, leaving him no escape.
Only then did Fu Sijue notice that Gu Ran seemed different from before.
As an adult, even though he had never experienced such things before, some matters came naturally to men. He immediately understood what Gu Ran wanted to do, and to his surprise, he panicked.
“Ranran?”
“Brother Jue, although we can’t get the certificate for now, Ranran can be Brother Jue’s right now.”
As she spoke these words, Gu Ran felt somewhat shy. In both lifetimes, she had never been this forward, especially with such explicit words—it was almost like stripping naked to seduce the man before her.
If you asked whether Gu Ran was nervous—of course she was! What woman wouldn’t be nervous her first time, especially when facing the man she loved?
But beyond the nervousness, Gu Ran felt a sense of anticipation.
Hmm, thinking of those Little Yellow Comics and certain action films she had secretly watched behind her master and senior brother’s back in the valley… oh my, why did she feel a little excited?
Having just experienced the man’s strong, fit body the night before, she had to admit she was quite curious about that aspect of him.
Well, isn’t it said that harmony is crucial in relationships between men and women?
The more she thought about it, the more her face burned with embarrassment.
Oh no, if she was this forward, would Fu Sijue think she was too lustful?
But with such a handsome man right in front of her, it seemed like a waste to only look and not indulge.
As Gu Ran’s thoughts ran wild, Fu Sijue, who was holding her, wasn’t faring much better.
The stark contrast in Gu Ran’s behavior over the past day and night had already strained his ability to cope. Now, with Gu Ran’s blunt words, he nearly stumbled. Fortunately, his martial arts training since childhood kept his legs steady, and he held Gu Ran firmly.
But now, Fu Sijue’s eyes wandered aimlessly. He forced himself to appear calm and stared straight ahead, not daring to look down at the girl in his arms.
The soft body in his embrace, the faint scent of gardenia surrounding them, and the warmth of Gu Ran’s breath against his chest—each was like a sharp sword shattering his self-control.
“Ranran, do you know what you’re saying?”
“Does Brother Jue not want to? Or am I not attractive to you?”
Hmm, Gu Ran was grateful for all those cheesy CEO novels she’d read out of boredom. Smooth lines came effortlessly, and she refused to believe she couldn’t conquer the man before her.
Hmph! In this lifetime, Fu Sijue—both heart and body—would belong to her, Gu Ran.
At this moment, Fu Sijue felt unsteady on his feet. Everything was too sudden. Even when facing life-and-death situations, he remained unfazed, yet now, confronted with such words from this woman, he was flustered and speechless.
Did he want to? Of course he did. From the moment he first laid eyes on Gu Ran, he had claimed her as his. From the night he brought her to Tan Palace, he had wanted her to belong to him completely.
But in the end, reason prevailed over impulse. Ranran was still young. Though she had turned eighteen and was legally an adult, in his eyes, his Ranran was still a child. He couldn’t be such a beast.
Yet now, with his Ranran being so proactive, his primal instincts seemed to overpower his rationality.
Perhaps he should just go with the flow, take complete possession, and make her his woman once and for all.
Even if she were to regret it and leave someday, at least he would have had her, sparing himself some regret.
No, he couldn’t do this. The rational side of Fu Sijue began to struggle.
How could he, Fu Sijue, with all his pride, stoop to such despicable behavior? What he wanted was this woman’s wholehearted love, not mere physical possession.
Just then, Fu Sijue felt a warmth on his lips—Gu Ran’s red lips had actively pressed against his.
Her soft, delicate hands boldly tugged at his shirt, pulling it open and wrapping around his waist.
Her hands were cool, while his body burned with heat. The clash of ice and fire nearly shattered his already tenuous self-control.
With his last shred of rationality, Fu Sijue leaned close to Gu Ran’s ear and whispered, “Ranran, no regrets?”
He was met with Gu Ran’s captivating, shy gaze—hazy yet resolute, firm yet subtly alluring.
Indeed, every time he faced Gu Ran, Fu Sijue was utterly defenseless.
Without waiting for any response from Gu Ran, he was completely undone by her mesmerizing, seductive eyes. Immediately, their lips and tongues entwined.
Beep, beep, beep…
Amidst their passion, an untimely sound echoed in the bedroom.
Gu Ran, lost in Fu Sijue’s tenderness, frowned slightly. Her small hands were just about to caress his chest muscles—who could be so inconsiderate as to call at a time like this?
Who wasn’t sleeping in the middle of the night? Interrupting someone’s sweet dreams deserved a thunderbolt, let alone disrupting such an important human endeavor.
Fu Sijue merely glanced at the phone that had fallen from his pants pocket but paid it no mind, instead deepening the kiss.
Yet the caller seemed determined to ruin their moment. The phone quieted for only two or three seconds before beeping again, accompanied by a buzzing vibration.
Well, all their excitement vanished in an instant. The two, once lost in desire, gradually regained their clarity.
However, Fu Sijue’s face clearly showed the frustration of unmet desire. Just as Ranran was about to truly become his woman, at this critical moment—who could it be?
Fu Sijue wanted to continue kissing, but Gu Ran raised a hand between them.
The desire in his eyes faded, though a lingering blush still colored his cheeks as he spoke in a soft, coquettish tone.
“Answer it. It might be something important.”
With a heavy sigh, Fu Sijue picked up the phone when it rang for the third time.
It was from someone who rarely called unless it was serious business. Fu Sijue’s brow furrowed slightly, a vague sense of foreboding stirring in his heart as he answered the call.