Shen Wanci didn't catch anything wrong with what Bo Jingzhou had just said. She was still angry at his cold-blooded indifference, and snapped out a curt, "Mm."
Bo Jingzhou picked up the soup and drank it down in one go, only setting the bowl down a little too hard, with a 'thunk.'
Then he flipped back the covers and lay down, while Shen Wanci rolled over to face away from him, switched off the lamp on her side, and closed her eyes to sleep.
This past year, they had occasionally shared a bed, with enough space between them to fit two more people.
But tonight was a little different……
She'd been sleeping soundly when Bo Jingzhou's body suddenly pressed close, almost gathering her into his arms. Her back was against the man's firm chest, and even through two thin layers of fabric she could clearly feel the contours of his muscles.
The man's heavy, hoarse breathing was right beside her ear, dragging the temperature of the entire room up to scalding.
Before Shen Wanci could even react, something pressed against the small of her back. Her mind went stiff, and in an instant she understood what was happening to him.
"Bo Jingzhou……"
Her voice trembled without her meaning it to—mostly from being startled, and a smaller part from nerves, afraid that Bo Jingzhou would force himself on her.
She had once longed for a scene like this, back in the early days of their marriage, but those years had been worn down to nothing by his coldness. Now that they were both about to divorce, there couldn't be any more entanglement like this.
Some mistakes only needed to be made once.
"Mm?" The man's utterly hoarse voice sounded above her head, carrying an undeniable note of dominance.
The next second, Bo Jingzhou flipped over and pinned her beneath him, looking down into her eyes from above.
Shen Wanci steadied her nerves and reached out to push him. "I don't want to."
"Weren't you the one accusing me of not satisfying you? When you made me drink that soup just now, I thought you were so starved you couldn't wait to climb on top and do it yourself. And now you say you don't want to—are you playing hard to get with me?" Bo Jingzhou's lips brushed against hers, his voice steeped in obvious desire, yet every word he spoke was more mocking than the last.
As stupid as she might be, Shen Wanci could tell there was something wrong with that bowl of soup. She tried to explain: "I didn't know."
"You think I'd believe that? This sort of thing—it isn't the first time you've done it."
"You……"
Every time that matter was brought up, Shen Wanci was seized by a deep sense of helplessness; he was always, in passing, forcing her to remember that night.
"I'll say it one last time. Back then it was because……"
Before she could finish, Bo Jingzhou's overwhelming kiss came down, sealing her words right back in.
Shen Wanci was stunned. She braced her hands against his chest and pushed hard, trying to shove him off, only to be met with an even deeper, even heavier kiss—not a trace of tenderness or gentle affection in it, all of it nothing but plunder.
Her lip was split open against his, and she tasted a faint tang of blood. Her head spun and her vision blurred from the extreme lack of air. It wasn't until the man's scorching hand pressed against her that she jolted back to her senses with a start—the buttons of her shirt had been undone at some point without her knowing.
She turned her head aside to stop him from kissing her further. "Bo Jingzhou, let go of me."
Her body twisted and struggled even harder, using every ounce of strength to break free of his restraint……
But women are naturally at a disadvantage when it comes to strength. She struggled with all her might, yet couldn't overcome even a single one of Bo Jingzhou's arms, which pinned her down with ease.
Bo Jingzhou's lips, having just left the kiss, were flushed red and curved up in a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "Wasn't your reason for the divorce that I'm impotent, that I can't satisfy your normal needs? Well, there's no impotence now—so your grounds for divorce don't hold."
He propped up the upper half of his body, half-kneeling on the bed, gripped her chin, and turned her averted face back, forcing her to look at him.
Because of the position, what Shen Wanci could see…… was very obvious.
The man's voice kept its everyday coldness, but every word challenged her taut nerves: "Satisfied with what you see?"
Shen Wanci: "……"
Her expression was extremely ugly. Just as she was about to fire back, Bo Jingzhou's phone rang. He reached over to grab it off the nightstand, and when he saw the caller ID, his brows knit slightly.
It was Jian Weining's manager.
He slid his finger across and answered. "What is it?"
As Bo Jingzhou spoke, he started to get up off of Shen Wanci. But the woman who had been avoiding him like the plague suddenly reached out her hand……
When that soft hand settled over him, the man's body went taut in an instant. He lowered his eyes, a storm churning in their dark depths, one that seemed ready to grind a person to pieces.
His clenched back teeth let out a faint grinding sound.
The person on the other end of the line was still talking, and Shen Wanci only vaguely caught the gist of it—nothing more than that Jian Weining had run into some trouble again, the implicit meaning being that Bo Jingzhou should go over and check on her right now.
Bo Jingzhou shot a warning glance at the woman in his arms, but she only lifted her chin at him provocatively, answering his earlier question: "More than satisfied—and it lasts so long, I can hardly take it. Slow down a little……"
Her voice wasn't soft at all—plenty loud enough for the person on the other end of the receiver to hear it crystal clear!