Chapter 1843: Dared Not Speak

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

She was still deeply shaken now, thinking that a burglar had broken into her home.

She smacked him in irritation. “Weren’t you headed home?”

No wonder he never replied to her; he was apparently on his way here.

“I didn’t feel secure, never saying goodbye to you properly before I left,” Han Zhuoling said softly.

s.h.i.+ Xiaoya exclaimed in surprise. “What? We clearly did.”

Han Zhuoling’s lips twitched. “I meant like this.”

With that, he grabbed s.h.i.+ Xiaoya’s waist and pulled her flush against him.

He then pressed her against the bathroom door.

s.h.i.+ Xiaoya could only stand on tiptoes as she was being pulled upwards.

In the end, even her toes couldn’t touch the floor.

With his arms wrapped under her legs, she could only support herself using his waist.

She was like a koala, hanging onto him with her arms and legs.

Yet Han Zhuoling already pressed forward, forcing her against the door. The heat from his palms supporting her burned through her robes and onto her skin.

Because there was a heater in the house, it was very warm.

s.h.i.+ Xiaoya was only wearing her soft and thin silk robe, and it was like a second layer of skin. It stuck gently to her skin and blocked nothing.

It was as if the searing heat of Han Zhuoling’s palms was directly on her, making her s.h.i.+ver.

Clinging onto his powerful waist, s.h.i.+ Xiaoya held tightly onto his shoulders.

Han Zhuoling’s chest was squashed against hers, and feeling that she wore nothing else underneath the robe, he felt a heat spread from his head to his toes.

s.h.i.+ Xiaoya felt his growing response and shrunk further into herself nervously, her toes curling.

The kiss got heavier and increasingly more aggressive.

She sensed Han Zhuoling’s scorching breaths on her nose and lips intermingling with hers.

He held her with one arm, the other creeping somewhat shakily towards her robe’s opening and pinching it slightly.

Han Zhuoling’s breathing got heavier; he had never been this nervous before.

Holding the robe, he was about to pull it open.

s.h.i.+ Xiaoya made no movement to stop him.

She could not speak at all, as if her mind was in a daze after all that heat.

Her mind was completely blank. She could only follow him and be bent according to his will.

And also… she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to go with the flow.

The robe was opened slightly, revealing her pretty shoulders almost glowing in their whiteness.

Her dark blue robes further brought out the paleness of her skin, just like milk.

Even Han Zhuoling wanted to ask if she’d just bathed in milk.

His fingertips traced her shoulder, slowly sliding towards her chest.

The smoother her skin was, the more it accentuated the roughness of his fingertips, bringing little electric currents to her skin.

s.h.i.+ Xiaoya forgot to breathe in her nervousness.

“Xiaoya!” Suddenly, s.h.i.+ Nancang’s voice rang out.

s.h.i.+ Xiaoya froze, hurriedly pushed Han Zhuoling away, and dared not speak.

Why did s.h.i.+ Nancang return?

Wasn’t he gone?

Seriously!

s.h.i.+ Xiaoya was severely tempted to ask s.h.i.+ Nancang to return his card, or else if she and Han Zhuoling were together in the future…

How awkward it would be if s.h.i.+ Nancang barged in!

Any heat had died away by now.

s.h.i.+ Xiaoya didn’t care about her shyness stemming from her half-dressed state. She hugged Han Zhuoling tightly, whispering, “W-what do we do?”