radicalducati Chapter 203 The Cool and Alluring Dancer
Chapter 203 The Cool and Alluring Dancer
Liu Yunshu turned and walked upstairs, with Gu Shichen following closely behind.
The dance studio on the second floor is even more tranquil, where you can hear the gentle lapping of water against the shore.
She plugged the USB drive into the computer, and a melodious yet sorrowful guzheng tune slowly flowed out.
Liu Yunshu took off her outer thin shirt, leaving only her plain white dance dress.
Standing barefoot on the smooth floor, the aura around him instantly calmed down.
With a slight lift of the fingertips, the body slowly stretches out to the rhythm of the melody.
Her flowing sleeves billowed like clouds, sometimes gently brushing the ground, sometimes swirling into the air, each movement carrying an extreme tenderness and restraint.
Her gaze was vacant, as if she were staring into the distant void, and an unyielding sorrow lingered in her brows and eyes.
As she twirled, her skirt billowed out, like a flower withering alone in the cold night, a beauty that made one's heart clench.
Gu Shichen leaned against the corner of the wall, his gaze following her every step of the way.
The morning light streamed through the French windows, casting a long shadow that intertwined with the shimmering water on the floor, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.
As she bent over, her flowing sleeves drooped like tears, and a few strands of the silk scarf around her neck slipped down, revealing a faint red mark.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his fingertips clenched so tightly they turned white.
This mark was completely out of place with her cold and sorrowful appearance at the moment, like a grain of sand stuck in his heart, making him restless.
As the music reached its climax, the melody suddenly became more rapid, and Liu Yunshu's movements quickened accordingly.
Spinning and leaping, the force of the flowing sleeves carried a suppressed roar, yet her eyes held a crystalline glint of tears, seemingly about to fall.
As the last note faded, she abruptly stopped, her body trembling slightly, her fingertips gripping the floor.
The hairpin suddenly slipped off, and her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, scattering over her shoulders and back, making her snow-white neck appear even more slender.
The silk scarf around her neck slipped completely off, revealing crisscrossing red marks of varying shades on her collarbone.
It looked just like plum blossoms falling in the snow, standing out starkly against her fair skin.
Gu Shichen's breath hitched, his gaze fixed on the marks as if drawn by a magnet.
Liu Yunshu knelt on the floor, her hair disheveled.
The back of her neck stretched out in a beautiful arc, and the crisscrossing red marks gleamed with an ambiguous hue in the morning light.
This contrasts sharply with her fragile and sorrowful expression, like a painting that is both extremely contradictory and captivating.
She seemed to only then realize that her scarf had slipped, her body stiffened slightly, and her fingertips instinctively tried to cover it up.
However, due to exhaustion, his arm swayed and he ended up falling down in a sorry state.
The plain white dance costume was half-soaked with sweat, clinging to her slender back and outlining her thin figure.
The red marks then spread out, faintly visible, along the seams of the fabric.
Gu Shichen involuntarily took a step, his figure moving so fast it almost stirred up a gust of wind.
He knelt down in front of her and put his hand on her shoulder.
His Adam's apple bobbed more and more violently, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness he himself was unaware of: "What's wrong?"
Liu Yunshu instinctively tried to dodge, but his hand gripped her tightly, and her dance costume was a little loose from dancing earlier.
The fabric on her shoulders slipped down with her movements, revealing a patch of delicate skin.
The crisscrossing red marks spread out like dark patterns, extending all the way to the shoulder blades.
Her body stiffened, and just as she was about to reach out to pull back the slipping fabric, Gu Shichen suddenly grabbed her wrist.
He knelt on the floor, his burning fingers slowly caressing the red marks on her skin. The temperature of his fingertips was like fire, making Liu Yunshu tremble all over.
"Mr. Gu..."
Liu Yunshu's voice trembled, and her eyes quickly welled up with tears, which, combined with the lingering theatrical charm, made her appear even more pitiful.
"Let me go... that's so rude."
She struggled, but the fabric on her shoulders was torn even wider.
The red marks followed the curve of the spine downwards, like a winding fire snake, burning brightly on the fair skin.
Gu Shichen's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his hot breath brushing against her neck.
"It seems Mr. Shen 'dotes' on Miss Liu very much. Look at all these marks on her body, it's really... tempting."
He spoke the last two words very softly, with a hint of amusement and a touch of hoarseness.
Like a feather brushing against the tip of the heart, yet wrapped in a burning heat.
My fingertips slowly slid down a deeper red mark, and wherever they touched, a fine shiver ran through my skin.
"you!"
Liu Yunshu was both angry and anxious. Her eyes instantly reddened, and crystal tears finally rolled down her cheeks.
It hit the back of Gu Shichen's hand, burning his fingertips.
She suddenly broke free from his grasp and prepared to stand up, but due to exhaustion and panic, she stumbled and crashed straight into Gu Shichen's arms.
He reached out and put his arm around her waist, his palm pressed against her sweat-dampened dance costume, clearly feeling the heat of her slender waistline and skin beneath.
"Miss Liu's enthusiasm is quite overwhelming."
Gu Shichen's voice was low and husky, almost a whisper, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe, carrying a hint of teasing and a strong possessiveness.
He tightened his arms around her, holding her firmly in his embrace.
He pressed his nose against her sweaty hair, greedily inhaling the cool yet warm fragrance emanating from her body.
The shock from those ambiguous red marks almost burned away his reason.
"Mr. Gu, this was an accident. Please have some self-respect!"
Liu Yunshu raised her hand and pressed it against his chest, her fingertips turning white from the force, her voice filled with suppressed shame and indignation.
Tears, like pearls from a broken string, rolled down his cheeks and landed on his clothes, leaving a small wet patch.
In Gu Shichen's eyes, her struggles seemed more like a coquettish reluctance.
"Self-respect?"
He slowly rubbed his hand up the calf. "Is this considered self-respect? Hmm?"
A vibrant blush instantly spread across Liu Yunshu's eyes, and she collapsed limply into his arms.
All the strength in my body seemed to have been drained, leaving only a fine shiver that spread down my spine.
Her fingertips pressed against his chest, but they were so soft and weak that they had no strength at all.
Gu Shichen's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the playfulness in his eyes had long been replaced by a surging possessiveness.
He lowered his head, his nose almost brushing against her reddened earlobe, his hot breath carrying a deep, husky tone.
"Miss Liu, what Mr. Shen can give, I can also give; what Mr. Shen cannot give, I can also give, and even more. Why don't you consider me?"
Liu Yunshu trembled uncontrollably, but she bit her lip to swallow her sobs, and then looked at him stubbornly.
"Mr. Gu is too kind. Mo Ci and I are deeply in love, and no one else can replace us."
Gu Shichen looked into her eyes, where fragility and stubbornness intertwined in the mist, like a white plum tree that had been broken by wind and rain but still refused to bow its head.
The red mark on the side of his neck gleamed with an ambiguous light, and this extreme contrast intensified the heat in his throat.
He kissed her without thinking, not with gentle probing, but with a burning, almost predatory intensity, fiercely pressing his lips against her still-tear-stained lips.
Seeing her wide eyes and struggle, he pressed down hard with his fingertip, and Liu Yunshu instantly went limp in his arms.
Her taste was both refreshing and scalding, like honey soaked in a cold pool.
The salty taste of her recent tears spread across her tongue, instantly shattering Gu Shichen's last shred of reason.
He gripped the back of her neck tighter, his lips and teeth plundering with an irresistible force, and in the midst of their caresses, he even tasted a hint of blood.
She bit her lip until it bled, but she still held her teeth tightly, refusing to yield in the slightest.
The smell of blood was like a bucket of cold water, clearing Gu Shichen's muddled mind and bringing him back to his senses.
He abruptly released her, his lips still sticky as they parted.
His gaze fell on her swollen, cracked lips, and his eyes churned with complex emotions.
There was a sense of frustration at being out of control, an unquenchable desire, and a touch of displeasure at being stung by her stubbornness.
Liu Yunshu gasped for breath, collapsing into his arms, tears mingling with the blood on her lips as she slid down her cheeks, looking both disheveled and stubborn.
She turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, her voice hoarse as if it had been sanded: "Mr. Gu, you've gone too far."
Gu Shichen's Adam's apple bobbed, his palm still pressed against her sweaty waist, the delicate touch of her skin and the burning sensation still vivid in his mind.
He looked at the red marks on her collarbone and the bloodstains on her lips.
The intense possessiveness in his heart did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it surged even more fiercely.
He wanted her, he wanted to pluck that thorny white plum blossom and hide it away alone.
He wanted to show all her vulnerability and stubbornness only to him.
But now...
As Gu Shichen watched Liu Yunshu trembling all over, yet stubbornly tugging at her dance costume, the bitterness in his throat grew stronger.
He slowly released his arms from her waist, but the warmth of her skin still lingered on his fingertips, burning like a brand.
Liu Yunshu immediately staggered back a few steps, her back pressed against the cold floor-to-ceiling window.
The coolness of the glass seeped through her thin dance costume, clearing her muddled thoughts somewhat.
She bit her lower lip hard, the taste of blood filling her mouth, but the tears in her eyes had stopped, leaving only a cold stubbornness, like a white plum blossom covered in frost.
"Get out." Her voice was so hoarse it was almost incoherent.
Gu Shichen looked at her with a deep gaze. She was curled up by the window, her plain white dance dress clinging messily to her body.
The scarf around her neck was askew, revealing a red mark on half of her collarbone. Her lips were swollen and cracked, mixed with undried tear stains and bloodstains.
She looked extremely disheveled, yet possessed a breathtaking beauty.
Like a flower that has been ravaged by a rainstorm yet still stands tall, it pierced his heart.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if he wanted to say something—perhaps an apology, or perhaps further pressure.
But the words that came out of his mouth turned into a low sigh.
That out-of-control looting just now was ultimately beyond the bounds.
He knew that dealing with such a stubborn woman with force would only backfire.
"Feel sorry."
Gu Shichen turned around, his voice tinged with a barely perceptible strain, "I lost my composure."
He didn't look at her again, and strode towards the door, but stopped when his fingertips touched the doorknob.
With his back to her, his voice was low and dangerous:
"Liu Yunshu, I'm not Shen Moci, I won't always be gentle with you. You'd better remember, there are some things that I can have if I want them."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flung open the door and strode out, the sound of the door closing making the air inside tremble slightly.