The Billionaire CEO's Exclusive Love for His Stand-in Sweetheart - Chapter 20

20: Let Me Go!

Now she realized she was wrong. He and Su Xue were husband and wife, so of course they would have… marital relations.

Su Ci began to struggle, pressing her small hands against his firm chest in an attempt to push him away. “No… let me go…”

The man’s body was as unyielding as a rock, unmoving as he pressed against her.

Su Ci refused to be Su Xue’s substitute and truly be with him. She was just the little maid he despised so much—he hated her, loathed her!

“Let go!” Su Ci bit down hard on the corner of his lips.

“Hiss—”

Fu Nancheng winced in pain and released her.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, only to find blood—she had bitten him hard enough to draw blood.

“What’s the meaning of this, hmm?”

His displeasure was evident, the upward lilt of that single “hmm” carrying an undeniable dominance.

Su Ci’s delicate, fair face was flushed with an intoxicating rosy hue, her eyes too shy to meet his handsome, striking features. “I…”

“Didn’t you say you’ve been waiting for me these past two years, that you’ve always liked me?”

Those were Su Xue’s words, not hers.

Su Ci was at a loss for an explanation, but then she had a sudden flash of inspiration. Covering her stomach with her hand, she said, “I’m not rejecting you—it’s just… my period is here. It’s not a good time.”

“Really?” Fu Nancheng eyed her skeptically.

Su Ci nodded vigorously, her expression earnest. “Of course it’s true.”

Only then did Fu Nancheng believe her. His large hand settled on her flat stomach, rubbing gentle circles. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” Su Ci nestled obediently in his arms, her previously tense nerves gradually relaxing.

Then, his low, husky voice sounded above her head. “Even if it’s that time of the month, we can still kiss, right?”

What?

Before she could react, darkness filled her vision as his tall frame leaned down again, capturing her lips in another kiss.

He carried a crisp, cool scent reminiscent of fir, a refined cologne mixed with an intensely masculine musk that made her limbs go weak just from breathing it in.

Su Ci hastily grabbed the front of his pajamas, frozen in shock.

Fu Nancheng didn’t close his eyes, staring straight at her as he kissed her. Her bright, clear eyes shimmered with a dazed, watery glow, like a startled fawn—her innocence and purity were unparalleled.

The corners of his narrow eyes darkened with desire. He pulled back slightly, his voice rough as he asked, “You’ve never kissed another man before?”

…Why was he asking this?

Su Ci was too embarrassed to answer. No, aside from that one night, she had never been intimate with any other man.

Fu Nancheng could tell from her reaction—she hadn’t. Though he already knew that night had been her first, she had never even kissed anyone else.

Su Xue was too pure.

Over the years, he had never kept a woman by his side, but as a thirty-year-old man, he knew everything there was to know. He was mature, and he was a healthy, normal man.

Her purity stirred an extra layer of tenderness in him—at the very least, she wasn’t like that shameless little maid who flirted with every man in sight.

“Relax. I won’t hurt you.” He kissed her again.

Su Ci could clearly feel his gentleness this time. His lips moved over hers with patience, taking his time.

Her fingers clutched the fabric of his pajamas, crumpling it into wrinkles, until his hand closed over hers, pressing it firmly into the bed.

Then, his long fingers interlaced with hers, locking them together in a tight hold.