Love You Till the End
Chapter 193: Saying I Lack Passion, Huh?

Chapter 193: Chapter 193: Saying I Lack Passion, Huh?

"Calling me uninteresting, huh?"

His large hand paused at her waist, ready to expose her completely with just a slight tug.

"You are!"

At this moment, Shen Cheng couldn’t even dare to say he was uninteresting, she had to endure!

This man is a wolf, a fierce and vicious wolf.

Once enraged, he would swallow her whole in minutes, leaving not even the remnants of bones.

"Aren’t you trying to make me unable to stop myself? Cut the chatter."

The messy kisses densely covered Shen Cheng’s forehead, the bridge of her nose, beside her ears, her lips, her collarbone.

Shen Cheng then realized just how much trouble her phrase ’Can’t you stop desiring me?’ had caused.

It’s over, her innocence is compromised.

Her hands were restrained by him above her head, her legs pinned down by his, unable to even resist or move without his permission.

She was almost suffocating from his kisses, she forcefully turned her head away, turned her face away, gasping heavily, "Actually... don’t you think doing this kind of thing during the daytime doesn’t feel right?"

What she implied was that these acts are better suited for the night, but what she actually meant was that not doing it at all would be best.

Only to tell him it feels wrong after he’s all riled up?

He glared at her coldly, speaking in a muffled tone: "Oh? And you know what it feels like?"

Shen Cheng: "..."

She’s a virgin, okay? She’s never done this kind of thing, this man is actually mocking her!

Glaring at him, she gritted her teeth and spat out four words: "I just know!"

Hearing her response, Shi Yu was not surprised; he smiled not out of anger but with a hint of dangerous intent in his eyes, "Then tell me, what does it feel like?"

Shen Cheng replied coolly, "What can it feel like, of course it’s like—desiring immortality and death!"

With how current dramas are, always ending up in bed, she hadn’t done it, but she had seen enough from those dramas.

Whether a woman had experienced such things could be deduced from her bodily reactions.

Shen Cheng’s body was stiff like a corpse, showing no reaction at all, even if her mouth claimed she had done such things, her body betrayed her.

In this aspect, men inherently have an insight.

So upon hearing her words, Shi Yu smiled, "What does desiring immortality and death feel like?"

Hearing him ask that, Shen Cheng’s face stiffened, "..."

Dammit!

How would she know what desiring immortality and death feels like!

Shi Yu gazed down at her, lifting her chin with his slender fingers, his smile becoming broader at the lips, "If you can tell me what it feels like, today I won’t...sleep with you."

He deliberately emphasized the words "sleep with you," as if threatening.

Shen Cheng felt that she was already calm enough, but this man was even more formidable.

He relentlessly clung to this sensitive topic.

"Don’t you know what it feels like?"

If she can’t answer, it’s no shame to ask.

But why does it feel stifling in her heart when asking him this question?

"Do you want me to know it?" Shi Yu watched her, his gaze sharp, as if he could see through her heart and read her thoughts.

"What’s this about wanting or not wanting? Whether you know it or not is not that important to me."

This answer sounds rather sour...

For some reason, Shi Yu felt exceptionally cheerful. He caressed her smooth chin with his fingers, speaking unhurriedly, "Or perhaps, you want to know how many women I’ve been with? How many times I’ve felt the desire for immortality and death?"