295: Perfectly Justified

Perfectly Justified

Yun Shishi observed every inch of his face in detail. Suddenly, she truly accepted the fact that this man was good-looking.2

Sometimes, one could only lament God's bias; he seemed to have generously bestowed this man with the best things in the world.

He had given him massive power, a family whose limitless riches could rival a country's, and an unparalleled beauty – he was the embodiment of perfection.

However, he was given a strange temper to match all these.

He was temperamental and had an ill character. Perhaps, this was consistent among the rich. He was just always self-centered. When he wanted something, he must get it; if he did not manage to do so, he would rather destroy it than give it away.

And if he did not like something, he would not want it, and he could never be forced by others into desiring it. He was clear-cut but insufferably arrogant.

He had the capital to behave like this, though.

As these thoughts infiltrated her mind, the man in the bed suddenly popped his eyes wide open, and her scrutinizing stare was met with his.

She was taken aback!

In the next second, his strong arm circled her waist and pulled her into his embrace. Everything in front of her eyes turned upside down as she was instantly weighed down by the man's body.

The double bed was not big, and it could hardly fit two people, but it was very soft.

The bed frame slightly concaved under their combined weight and her body sank in as a corollary. With the man's bulky frame hovering over her, it was inevitable that she would find it hard to breathe.

Because of his overly massive body, her face had grown red.

"Hey, Mu Yazhe, what are you doing?"

He lowered his sight and lightly sniffed the fragrance lingering in her hair. In a deep voice, he gracefully whispered to her ear, "Sleeping with my woman."

"What?" She thought she had heard it wrongly.

Instead, the man repeated it nicely, "I said I'm sleeping with you."

A little defeated, she refuted him with rage, "Every time, you think of nothing but this. Can't you think of something else, instead?"

"Sleeping with my woman; isn't this something perfectly justified?"

She might as well give up struggling. How could she forget? This man was all along overbearing and towering above others. He had never cared about other people's feelings.

There was no more struggling, and there was no more pushing and shoving. She simply spread herself wide open and let him take what he needed!

She shut her eyes emotionlessly without resisting, appearing to be as quiet as a dead fish.

Things came to a stalemate because of this, and no advancements came forth from both parties.

The man, who was pressing on to her, caged her in silence, but for a long time, he did not proceed with his next move.

She felt slightly uncertain and, through her half-lidded eyes, she saw him looking down at her in scrutiny.

All of a sudden, he asked monotonously.

"Yun Shishi, you're really not tactful, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Those who await my favor would willingly line up all the way to Milan from here, but you alone, on the contrary, avoid me like the plague."

He peered at her coldly.

He had seen plenty of women playing the cat-and-mouse game, and, oftentimes, some ignorant ones would execute that tactic in front of him; thus, he could easily tell right now that this woman's resistance and defiance toward him was not falsified.

She was truly avoiding him at all cost.

How arrogant!

In the right order of things, she should be religiously genuflecting to him in gratitude for favoring her and should treat this as a great patronage.

She scoffed, "They may be blind but not me."

"They're blind?" He slightly shifted his body to the side. Using his arm to prop himself halfway up, he composed himself and then retorted while peering deeply into her, "How are they blind?"

"… " She was tongue-tied.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

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