Chapter 114 — Love

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Gu Beicheng’s sharp lips pressed down intimately against Mu Ran’s ear, slightly parted as he breathed out warm air. Soft, sweet, almost tempting him to explore further.

He loosened his mouth slightly, his voice low, husky, magnetic, carrying an indescribable allure.

“Baby, I’m here to kiss you.”

Mu Ran trembled involuntarily beneath him, obediently accepting his intimate gestures.

She liked it, craving it even.

Gu Beicheng lifted Mu Ran, his large hands resting on her soft, tender waist, caressing it up and down.

He flipped onto the bed, laying down and placing Mu Ran atop him.

She curled against him quietly, humming softly. Now, she was a complete contrast to the strong woman she’d been earlier that evening at the SY gala.

“Ran Ran, be good, don’t be afraid.”

Gu Beicheng coaxed her gently, his eyes soft as her cheeks flushed pink. He lowered his head, pressing a warm kiss to her forehead.

His large hands stroked her waist tenderly, a blend of gentleness and dominance.

The entire room bristled with an ambiguous, charged atmosphere.

“Bei Bei—”

Mu Ran, uneasy under his touch, lips trembling faintly, unsure what to do.

She didn’t realize her slight movements had ignited a deeper fire within him.

Gu Beicheng’s dark eyes deepened, his Adam’s apple moving slightly as he swallowed instinctively.

“Ran Ran, may I kiss you?”

His big hands moved away from her waist, covering her small head and gently stroking it.

“Okay, hurry up.”

Mu Ran looked up, her fox-like eyes glistening with moisture, misty yet obedient and expectant.

Gu Beicheng’s other hand, resting on the bed, clenched tightly. He flipped over swiftly, facing Mu Ran’s tender pink face.

The fresh yet mature scent she wore matched the sheets beneath her, equally intoxicating, impossible to resist.

“Gu Beicheng, you belong to me, forever mine.”

Before the man beneath her could react, Mu Ran grabbed his tie and kissed his thin lips fiercely.

The man caught off guard, momentarily stunned. Had the roles reversed? Wasn’t he supposed to initiate, to claim his territory?

Gu Beicheng’s eyes remained open, filled with tenderness and indulgence as he gazed at her delicate face.

She was so invested, clutching his face and nibbling wildly.

“Mm—”

He gently pushed Mu Ran away from him just enough to create a little space.

“What are you doing?”

She hadn’t had enough of nibbling!

No, she hadn’t had enough of kissing.

Mu Ran’s bright eyes, still moist, shifted unfocused toward Gu Beicheng’s smiling face.

She balled her fists and lightly tapped his chest. “What are you doing?”

Before she finished speaking, his hand firmly covered her cheek!

Gu Beicheng’s voice was hoarse to the extreme. “You are mine. No matter when, you are always mine.”

His words were even more possessive than hers just a moment ago.

He pinched her chin, suddenly wearing a mischievous grin as he kissed her lips fiercely.

His hand rested on her soft neck...

The temperature in the room soared rapidly.

“No, Bei Bei!”

Gu Beicheng’s bold moves nearly overwhelmed Mu Ran, who squirmed restlessly.

But his actions grew more intense, and soon he released his hand from her face.

Mu Ran’s cheeks flushed deeply, her voice soft and pitiful. “It hurts, I don’t want to pay attention to you anymore!”

Gu Beicheng’s heart ached instantly. The innocent little woman, naive to the world, surely felt upset and uneasy.

His large hand covered her soft waist, massaging gently.

“Your abs must be very nice, right?”

Focused on massaging, Gu Beicheng paused, a broad smile curling his lips, his eyes rich with meaning.

He withdrew his hand, sat up beside her, swiftly and deftly removing his sweat-soaked shirt, casually tossing it aside.

“Come, be good, look.”

Mu Ran didn’t hesitate in the least.

In this lifetime, facing Gu Beicheng, her pride was dispensable; if he said don’t, she wouldn’t.

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She rose, laid herself down, her warm face pressed against his abdominal muscles.

“Your abs are excellent—”

Mu Ran murmured softly.

Gu Beicheng laughed heartily. “There’s something even better.”

His bloodshot eyes fixed on the small face at his waist. Right now, he had only one thought:

He wanted to possess this little woman completely!

More than that, he wanted Mu Ran to surrender to him again and again.

Such thoughts were sinful...

Gu Beicheng worried he might frighten her.

But what he didn’t know was how strong Mu Ran’s heart truly was.

He hadn’t noticed the sharp gleam flashing in her eyes.

Slowly, her small hand rested on his powerful muscles...

“Bei Bei, is this your six-pack?”

Mu Ran spoke, nearly dying of embarrassment. Her petite face blushed so deeply it seemed she could bleed. She tilted her head up, awkwardly watching the man break into a smile.

Unbearable...

Gu Beicheng felt a flame rush through his entire body.

Especially...

His heart pounded wildly!

He was nervous!

He stared into her small face. Aside from the pounding of their hearts, the room was silent.

“Ran Ran, shall we kiss?”

His words were concise but soul-stirring.

He fixed his gaze on her wet eyes, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Mu Ran was silent, then curled her lips toward him.

“Kiss!”

One word, yet enough to reveal her dependence. Her hands obediently rested on his thigh, charming and alluring, her eyes filled with love.

The man scooped her up, inhaled the scent of her lips, voice tender to the extreme.

“Ran Ran, you’re so enchanting.”

Mu Ran’s eyes gradually lost focus, the flush on her soft white cheeks deepening, as if stirred by passion.

Gu Beicheng’s lips curved into a smile, his long, nimble fingers kneading her glossy, slightly swollen lips. “Good girl, I’ll teach you how to kiss.”

“Ran Ran, you need to take your hands away now.”

A bead of sweat appeared at his temple. He was near his limit.

“Mm-hmm.”

—

The couple fell silent, immersed in their own world.

Sweat-drenched, Mu Ran rose and stretched out her slender arms, turning off the room’s light.

The dimmed light deepened the heat inside the room to a burning blaze.

Afterwards, both had a few beads of sweat on their brows.

They looked at each other, feeling each other’s breath and the affection radiating between them.

Mu Ran couldn’t help but think: Gu Beicheng seemed tireless, inexhaustible.

“Baby, from now on, let me protect you, okay? My queen.”

In both her world and Gu Beicheng’s, she was a unique, powerful queen.

Her lips swollen and pouted slightly, “Okay, but right now I don’t want to...”

“Don’t want to?”

Gu Beicheng’s long fingers slid to the peach blossom tattoo near her eyebrow, stroking it gently with affection.

“Not wanting means wanting.”

The words left his mouth without a trace of sleaziness.

He swept up the breathless, limp woman and pressed her beneath him, tender kisses landing...

“I don’t, I...”

Mu Ran’s expression was weary, too exhausted even to speak.

“Good girl.”

Gu Beicheng coaxed her with a gentle, seductive voice.

Mu Ran closed her eyes, allowing herself to be spoiled.

An hour and a half later—

The bathroom echoed with the woman’s angry protests.

“Gu Beicheng! Be gentler! It hurts, don’t you know?”

Mu Ran glared at the man washing her.

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He pouted, eyes filled with cautious apology. “Sorry, Ran Ran, I’m careful, I’m careful.”

Gu Beicheng bent over, meticulously and tenderly washing the sulking woman.

“Clean up well. You’re all sweaty, it’s disgusting.”

Mu Ran closed her eyes, her spirit wandering. She poked Gu Beicheng, who was standing, with a finger.

“Ah—sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

Her finger accidentally touched...

“Ran Ran, no more washing now. Be good, we’ll finish later.”

Mu Ran protested, “But I feel uncomfortable all over...”

“It’s okay. I’ll dry your hair first.”

Gu Beicheng suppressed his affection and desire for her, patiently and carefully drying her hair.

“Ran Ran, you’re really adorable right now.”

The man looked at the woman in the mirror, his gaze lingering on her charming yet cute face, chuckling softly.

“Stop laughing, you’re annoying! I have a business trip tomorrow! An early morning flight. Gu Beicheng, you have to wake me up!”

An hour later—

The room gradually calmed.

Mu Ran leaned against the vibrant man’s chest, her hands clutching his shoulders, her legs limp and nearly collapsing. “Bei Bei, my shoulders hurt.”

“Good girl, I’ll massage you.”

Gu Beicheng’s hands pressed on her shoulders, gentle yet strong, attentive and thorough.

His gaze unabashedly roamed over her figure.

His Mu Ran’s body was exquisite.

Enchanting and supremely sexy.

Gu Beicheng smiled aloud in satisfaction, his possessive gaze continuing to wander.

Mu Ran struggled to lift her eyelids and said weakly, “What are you laughing at? Annoying! I have a business trip tomorrow! An early flight. Gu Beicheng, you have to wake me up!”

“Okay, rest easy.”

After tidying up, Gu Beicheng carried the limp little woman back to a disheveled large bed.

She slept soundly, but he remained awake all night.

Gu Beicheng’s long fingers gently traced her small face, carefully memorizing every detail, his eyes filled with a tenderness that could drown.

He looked at her soft pink lips, delicate nose, and her tightly closed eyes hidden beneath thick curled lashes—she was breathtaking.

His heart overflowed with love for Mu Ran.

He wondered if she loved him too.

She carried many secrets he did not know, but it didn’t matter—as long as she was by his side.

The next day—

Mu Ran was woken early by Gu Beicheng.

Not fully rested, her morning crankiness was evident.

“Bei Bei, I don’t want to go on the trip anymore. You go for me.”

As soon as she spoke, she turned over, burying herself in the blanket and falling into a deep sleep.

“Ran Ran, are you sure?”

Gu Beicheng’s voice held amusement, his dark eyes sparkling.

“Forget it, Bei Bei. Just send me by private jet. I'm so tired. It’d be best if the plane landed right at the door—I’d just go back to sleep.”

Gu Beicheng laughed helplessly. “Baby, even a private jet needs a flight plan in advance. It can’t just take off anytime. Come, let me dress you.”

He lifted her fragile, seemingly boneless body and carefully dressed her.

“Home?”

Gu Beicheng’s lips curled as he savored the word Mu Ran had just spoken.

They had a home now.

The man radiated immense joy, nearly humming a tune.

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

Dressed, Mu Ran looked more spirited. Gu Beicheng carried her to the car, ready to head to the airport.

“Xiao Ran, are you okay going alone? Are you sure you don’t need me to accompany you?”

Lin Chong, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced back at the small head nestled in Gu Beicheng’s arms, worry showing on his face.

Mu Ran, still drowsy, mumbled, “Mm, I’m fine. What about Lanlan?”

Lin Chong shook his head. “I’ve tried contacting her all morning. No answer, no sign.”

Mu Ran lazily said, “You figure out what’s going on with her.”

“Heh, she drank too much at the gala yesterday. Can’t really reach her now.”

Lin Chong scratched his head awkwardly, unsure why, but whenever he drank, his abilities vanished...