Gu Jiayin's silence, in Sheng Qianchi's view, is a form of silent resistance and an obsession with Pei Nianchen.
He was rather displeased inside, but he tried hard to hide it, gently raising his hand to pinch her chin and making her look up into his eyes.
His voice was deep and soothing, layering a tone of warmth, "Do you like him that much? Like him enough not to mind a child of his and Qin Xueyao standing between you two?"
Gu Jiayin pursed her lips and said nothing.
Mind? Of course, she minded. Perhaps for various reasons, she could forget the affair with Qin Xueyao, after all, she herself was not that pure. But that child was a thorn she couldn't pull out.
Sheng Qianchi's warm hand caressed the woman's beautiful blushing cheek, adding a kind of moist allure to her in his palm.
He leaned his thin lips close to her ear, restraining the impulse to kiss her forcefully again, speaking in a low voice, "Is it just to rely on him to counter me?"
