谁急着追他呢?
她清澈的眼睛转过身来,与他对视.
"这不正是你说的吗?与荣天齐建立良好的关系,为你和顾峰腾出空间.你看,你的爷爷一定吃了什么奇怪的东西.他太喜欢我了.我想荣家很快就会看到一些好消息了.
"她说话时,他的目光变得暗淡.
沈明的心里好笑了.她喜欢看他生闷气.
"我让你靠近容二,不要爬他的床?"
他现在在喋喋不休地讲什么?
在她能够阻止自己之前,她打了他一巴掌.
这并不难,但这是一记没人敢送给荣家大少爷的耳光.
她看到他的眼中闪过一丝惊讶.她冷冷地说.
"你现在醒了吗?继续胡说八道,你不会这么容易脱身的.
"你做事,不让人们谈论它们.短短几天,你就给容二下了点爱情药水,现在他又像小狗一样跟着你.沈明,我真是小看你的魅力.
他继续说话,但突然间他的手开始游荡.
他抓住她的下巴,歪着头端详她的脸.
他从各个角度看着她,仿佛想弄清楚什么.
"狐狸精."
"这句话从他的嘴里说出来.
这足以让她生气.
她问自己——她没有那种能力,对吧?
"你的这些招数,连你心里的那个女人都比得上吗?"我敢打赌,你甚至没有资格成为她的替代者.放开你的手,停止说谜语.小心点,我可能会咬你一口.
他轻声笑了起来.
他松开她的下巴,向后靠,摇了摇头.
"谁说你没有资格?在整个城市中,当涉及到这些技巧时,您是第一名.没有人敢获得第二名.
沈明歪着头,笑容里带着一丝调皮.
"如果我这么能干,怎么还没见过荣家大少爷对我失去理智呢?"你喜欢我吗,荣兆南?难道...你被迷住了吗?
他们的目光四目相接,有那么一刻,他的表情变得阴沉.
然后他身体前倾.
毫无征兆地,他吻了她,在深深的吻中捕捉到了她胜利的笑容.
随着这个吻的加深,她发现自己失去了控制.
她不确定他们是怎么上床的.当她恢复一些意识时,很明显他是认真的.
她惊慌失措,意识到他们在哪里.
她用尽全力把他推开.
"荣兆南,你没有女人吗?别再疯狂了.
她越挣扎,他的手就越紧.
They wrestled for a while, both nearly out of strength.
She collapsed heavily onto the pillow, gasping for air.
"Young Master, what's gotten into you? I never heard you were such an impatient person. Don't forget, your grandfather wants to pair me with Rong Tianqi. What are you doing? Does your conscience not bother you?"
Rong Zhaonan gripped her face tightly, his fingers digging into her skin.
Every word she said seemed to hit a nerve.
"Talking about other men while you're in my bed? Does Rong Er know? Does he know the woman his family picked for him is a fallen flower? Shen Ming, don't test me."
The more he spoke, the angrier he seemed.
She shoved his hand away, glaring at him.
"Beast, how dare you say that?"
It didn't matter how much she struggled. These days at home had built her strength, but against him, it was like a chicken trying to fight an eagle.
She was overpowered, again.
After a while, she felt as if she had died a little inside.
But he wasn't done.
"I have a call," she said, trying to stall. "Let me answer it."
It was Su Ning, likely calling to remind her about the fireworks display.
Rong Zhaonan grabbed her phone before she could reach it and saw the caller ID.
He threw it across the room, the phone landing heavily on the carpet.
The phone's ringtone echoed through the room, vibrating and ringing until it finally fell silent.
Shen Ming was utterly perplexed by his behavior.
What was bothering him?
"Everyone's gone home, aren't you going to join your grandfather? You're waiting for someone to come call you, right?"
His response was casual, his hands still moving.
"No one's coming to call. Stay quiet, haven't you had enough pain yet?"
His words made her freeze.
She stared at his handsome face, beads of sweat glistening on his cheeks.
For a moment, her mind wandered.
What happened to the Rong Zhaonan she knew? Why was he so volatile now?
Could it be that she met him too late in life to understand?
She tried to pull herself together and speak.
"Young Master Rong, is it possible that you're reacting like this because of Rong Tianqi?"
He looked up at her.
His movements halted.
He stared at her for a long time.
Shen Ming gave a small, knowing smile, her eyes dancing.
"Rong Zhaonan, do you like me?"
Like her?
If she were to explain it, it seemed that no one else could easily provoke his emotions like she did.
Maybe it could be called liking, after all.
"Mm," he answered, before quickly continuing with what he wanted to do.
Shen Ming froze.
She felt uncomfortable both physically and emotionally.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Rong Zhaonan, did you just… admit it?"
Admit that he liked her? Just like that?
Her eyes lit up with surprise.
"Yeah," he replied, before diving into the act again.
This time, there was no hiding it.
Shen Ming was stunned. She couldn't process what was happening.
It was clear now. His feelings for her were a different kind of attraction.
And yet, he expressed it so plainly, without any pretense.
After all that had happened, she had realized—he had a particular obsession with this kind of thing.
Outside, the fireworks lit up the sky, their sounds echoing in rapid succession as they burst into a kaleidoscope of colors.
Her own hoarse cries were slowly drowned out by the noise outside.
It was past midnight.
She thought about going back.
But he wouldn't let her go so easily.
Their location had shifted from the bed to the bathroom, after she had said she needed to freshen up and get ready to leave.
One thing led to another, and it was out of control.
Angry and frustrated, she tried to fight back again.
"Do you know forcing a woman is illegal? Let me go back!"
"The party's over, who are you going to find? Can Rong Er satisfy you? Stay here with me, or keep shouting."
Slap.
He slapped her hard on the backside.
Shen Ming grabbed her stinging cheek.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Keep yelling, and you might never get to leave."
She couldn't let him just bully her like this.
"Rong Zhaonan, what is this? We have no title, no name—this is an underground affair. You think I'm that cheap, that you can just do whatever you want with me? It doesn't work like that. I'll expose your actions one day."
Suddenly, he backed off, as if thinking about her words.
"You're right," he said, his hand gently brushing her hair from her forehead.
He stared at her face closely, his interest piqued.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch. Shen Ming, how about you let me keep you as my mistress? Name your price. Whatever you want, just say it."