Chapter 105. You Have No Conscience. (h)

Chen Du never thought that seeing Chen Jiashu again would be like this.

How could this happen? He had envisioned countless scenes where the prince finally defeated the dragon and succeeded in rescuing the princess after going through so many hardships and difficulties. At least it should be a sunny and beautiful morning. He should be dressed neatly, holding a bouquet of roses, and walking up to Chen Jiashu to invite her to the movies.

However, life is like this; it does not give anyone face, and the encounter came unannounced. Before he was ready, his lover appeared in front of him, vivid and fresh. Her glowing, fair face slowly turned red in the long stare, and she slowly bent down to pick up the rag.

It was the first time he ever saw her looking at a loss. She was almost panicked. Her eyes were drooping, her eyelashes were fluttering, and her eyes were darting around behind her thick lashes. Her pupils darted in and out of focus, and her eyes dodged around, obviously not expecting to meet him in this place at this time.

She had her head half-lowered, and Chen Du’s gaze was fixed on her, looking at her from head to toe with a bit of unscrupulousness.

How long had it been since we had seen each other? For the past three months, he had been imagining a reunion with Chen Jiashu, and during the three days he had been locked up, he had thought that he might never see her again. When making every assumption, he had been calm and sure of winning, but the fact is that he had never had any calmness in front of Chen Jiashu.

Chen Jiashu looked like she couldn’t stand it any longer and turned to leave. He stepped forward even faster and grabbed her wrist, “Chen Jiashu!”

Chen Jiashu’s back bounced violently, as if she had been scalded. She turned her arm to pull her hand out, but he immediately hugged her. “What are you running for?”

He didn’t notice it at first, but when he hugged her, he realised that the person in his arms had lost a lot of weight. Her bones felt thin and weak. He was tightly encircling her, and her shoulders were hooped up. The butterfly-winged shoulder blades jutted out from her back and pressed against his heart, making his voice hoarse like sand. He asked again, “What are you running for?”

Chen Jiashu was held in his arms, wide and warm, and the long-lost warmth put her in a trance for a moment. She was in a daze, staring blankly and murmuring to herself, “Why did you come here?”

How did he get here? Chen Du’s body went cold after hearing this. What kind of words did she say? She really had no conscience , he thought.

“I will come down and find you even if you are on the eighteenth level of hell.” His voice was so cruel, and his teeth gritted as if they were literally seeping out of the ground. His arms tightened around her, almost shrinking her into a bundle at the waist, and Chen Jiashu shivered as she cowered in the crook of his arm.

He took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him, taking both her hands and wrapping them together in his palm. He clutched them tightly and rubbed them repeatedly before spreading them out again, as if to confirm that this was indeed not a dream. The back of Chen Jiashu’s hand hurt from his manipulation, and she struggled. “It hurts.”

“You know it hurts too? I thought you didn’t have a heart and it wouldn’t hurt!” Chen Du said, his voice strained. “Do you know that I’m dying of pain?”

Where did she know? She didn’t know anything. She just threw away the ticket and ran away. Did she think that was for his own good? This kind of woman who makes decisions without any input from anyone. She could say anything. She could do such cruel and heartless things.

The monstrous anger quickly subsided after seeing Chen Jiashu’s red eyes, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged in his heart. Chen Du’s mouth heaved heavily several times before finally sighing deeply in helplessness. He held her hand to his mouth, kissing it. “You’re wearing so little; are you cold?”

“Aren’t you ashamed to talk about me while you’re in short sleeves?” Chen Jiashu turned her face away, her ears flushing.

The noodles were ready to be served, but no one was at the table. The waitress’s uniform was on the stool, along with a bill of twenty yuan. The boss was holding the tableware and looking around in confusion. The sliding glass door of the noodle shop was swinging inside and out, probably because someone had just gone out.

Chen Du took Chen Jiashu and walked away very quickly, her hand tightly wrapped in his, out of the noodle shop, past the pavement, and across the road. The traffic flowed left and right, and a long line of headlights shone on them, giving them both a secret thrill, as if they were back to the day they eloped at the airport.

She didn’t ask him where he was going, and he didn’t say anything. They just held hands. He held her tightly, and she followed him every step of the way. The two of them took coordinated, unified steps, but the atmosphere was strange. They left the noodle shop all the way past a few streets, pushing open an old stained glass door and waking up the drowsy hotel receptionist. “A room with a big bed.” Chen Du was a little out of breath as he spoke, sweat coming down from the corner of his forehead.

“No, there’s only a single room.”

“Then I’ll take a single room.”

“ID card. Deposit of one hundred.”

Chen Jiashu took the first step and handed over her ID card, turning her head to look at his face, stained with cold sweat.

The receptionist had a straight face. His indifferent gaze swept over them, and he moved mechanically and quickly through the process to open the room, pushing the room card over along with the ID card.

The hotels around the university town have always been a hot business, with countless couples getting rooms every night, and there were a few more couples pushing in behind them. The receptionist waved his hand impatiently at them, signalling to make room for them.

They walked side-by-side, a fist’s length apart, into the lift, and once the doors closed, they held hands together again as the floor panel number rose from 1 to 7, both hands clenching with sweat.

When she got out of the lift, Chen Du almost pulled Chen Jiashu towards her room with a tug so strong that her eyes turned red again. She bit her lip tightly, not knowing whether it was excitement or pain from her sore eyes to her lower body. Her tear glands and vagina trembled at the same time. The room card was in her hand, and they shook like crazy when she opened the door. His arm circled around her side, holding her hand and opening the door.

As soon as she entered the door, she was pinned down. Chen Du wrenched Chen Jiashu’s face, his thumbs pressing against her lower lip, forcing her mouth open. His hot tongue drove in, grinding heavily across the cavity of her lips, sucking and licking, sipping and sucking viciously at the delicate flesh of her gums.

“Take it easy, Chen Du,” she groaned in pain. The back of her head hit the wall, knocking tears out of her eyes with a light thud.

He lifted his head, his eyes also red, and his gaze fell on Chen Jiashu’s face. “You still know my name is Chen Du, do you? I thought once you ran away, you wouldn’t even remember your man.”

Chen Jiashu was a little ashamed, unable to speak because of his questioning. She turned her head away and was picked up immediately. He threw her on the bed and pressed her heavily. He lifted her waist and started to untie her pants, tearing and pulling. “You still want to run away after seeing me? Chen Jiashu, you are really capable.”

“So heartless and so f*cking ungrateful.” He swore with red eyes.