The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

Shen Ci's exclamation was cut off in her throat.

Xie Shuheng's strength was astonishing. His knuckles tightened, gripping her slender wrist like iron clamps, and he forcefully pulled her back.

Shen Ci stumbled into his arms, her forehead touching his shoulder.

"open!"

She struggled, her nails almost digging into his arm.

Xie Shuheng seemed oblivious to the pain, and with his other hand he gripped her waist, holding her tightly in his arms.

He pressed her tightly against him, leaving no gap between them.

"Xie Shuheng...you're insane!"

Shen Ci's voice trembled with struggle and anger.

"Yes, I've gone mad."

Xie Shuheng's voice was terribly hoarse, filled with suppressed gasps, and his scalding breath sprayed all over her ear.

He lowered his head, pressing her tightly against his heart, as if he wanted to crush her and embed her into his own bones and blood.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Those memories that didn't belong to him, those dreams that tormented him day after day, and the indifference she was desperately trying to escape from now on, were like poisoned knives, slicing wildly at his sanity.

They clearly have memories of their past lives.

She already knew that she was his lifelong regret from his past life.

But she used the coldest words to belittle his delusions and make them worthless.

He lowered his head, his nose almost brushing against her cold forehead, his voice so low it sounded like a plea:

"Shen Ci, you clearly believe in our past and present lives, just like me. Then you should know that I like you..."

Shen Ci felt awkward about this sudden confession.

She could clearly hear the footsteps and conversations of the guests coming and going from inside.

Although they were standing at the corner of the balcony, it was hard to guarantee that someone wouldn't happen to pass by and stumble upon their ambiguous entanglement.

She was both shocked and frightened; her heart was pounding violently in her chest.

She didn't have a deep impression of the young man who occasionally came to the mansion in her previous life.

Hearing that he grew up to be alone for her sake...

She was indeed slightly moved.

But this doesn't mean she has to respond to other people's deep affection and persistence.

"Let me go..."

She lowered her voice, struggling all over.

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind, gentle as if it were drifting from a great distance:

"long……"

Shen Ci's struggle suddenly stopped.

It was Jiang Duo.

Xie Shuheng seemed to be abruptly pulled out of a nightmare. The hand on her waist froze, the crimson in her eyes faded slightly, and she regained her senses for a moment.

He slowly released her.

Shen Ci took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in her heart, and turned around.

Jiang Duo was walking towards them step by step.

She thought he would be angry and question her if he saw her hugging his best friend.

However, Jiang Duo simply walked straight to her side.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on her. He raised his hand and gently tidied her slightly disheveled hair, which had become messy during her struggle.

Then, he reached out and gently put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to his side.

"Are you done talking?"

His voice was very steady, without any emotional fluctuation. He simply said softly in his usual deep voice, "Shuyun is about to cut the cake and is looking for you."

Shen Ci paused for a moment, then nodded.

Jiang Duo protected her, and the two walked side by side into the banquet hall.

From beginning to end, he didn't even spare Xie Shuheng a glance.

Inside the banquet hall, the dazzling lights were so bright they made people dizzy.

Shen Ci looked at the exquisite and sweet cake in front of her, but her mind was still in turmoil.

She took a symbolic sip, then couldn't eat anymore.

Jiang Duo stood beside her, his hand naturally resting on her lower back, and gently put his arm around her as he said goodbye to Xie Shuyun.

The driver had already parked the car at the entrance.

Jiang Duo opened the car door for her, and after she got into the back seat, he followed her in.

The car door closed, and only the very faint hum of the air conditioner and the intertwined breathing of the two remained in the carriage.

The car smoothly glided into the traffic.

Shen Ci gazed at the scenery rushing past the window, unsure how to begin.

"You..." She turned around, her voice a little tense, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

Jiang Duo turned his head, his deep gaze falling quietly on her face, his tone calm: "Do you want to say something?"

He knew Xie Shuheng's temperament well.

If he didn't like someone to the extreme, Xie Shuheng would never have been so rude in that kind of situation.

However, as far as he knew, Shen Ci and Xie Shuheng did not have much interaction.

Looking at the man's calm profile, Shen Ci felt a strange tightness in her heart, and she couldn't help but ask softly:

Are you angry? Like that we were doing just now…

Jiang Duo slightly raised his head and asked in return, "How so?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned forward and slowly raised the partition between the back seat and the front seat that was used to block the view.

The driver's back was obscured.

It was as if the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of them.

Shen Ci's back straightened instinctively.

Jiang Duo sat back down, his gaze falling on her.

Her dress was backless, exposing large areas of skin to the cool air.

He raised his hand, placed his palm on her bare back, and slowly and firmly stroked her shoulder blades.

The touch was incredibly hot.

"He just now..." Jiang Duo's voice sounded particularly hoarse in the cramped space.

"Did I touch you like this before?"

Shen Ci was taken aback by his question and for a moment didn't know what to say.

Jiang Duo didn't seem to be in a hurry to get an answer.

He leaned down slightly, cupped the back of her head with his other hand, gently stroking the soft flesh behind her ear with his thumb, and then lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Suddenly, he took her lower lip in his mouth, gently bit it, then pulled back half an inch, their breaths mingling.

Has he kissed you?

Shen Ci shook his head almost instinctively and directly.

Jiang Duo stared at her for two seconds, and something seemed to settle in his unfathomable eyes.

He brushed his thumb against her slightly damp lips, then pulled her back into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. His voice, deep and resonant, resonated from his chest, carrying a resolute, almost domineering tenderness:

"Youyou, I don't know what happened between you two that made him so obsessed with you."

The car rolled over a small stone on the road, causing it to jolt slightly.

Jiang Duo tightened his arms around her, holding her firmly in his embrace, as if he were marking out his territory.

"But I know—"

"You don't see him."

"And..." he drawled, starting again:

"My Youyou has high standards; she will never fall for anyone but me."

His words quietly soothed a tense spot in Shen Ci's heart.

She obediently lowered her eyelashes and softly hummed in agreement.

This extremely soft response sounded like a silent permission.

Jiang Duo did not hesitate any longer.

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against the line of her jaw, and his lips precisely covered the warm skin on the side of her neck.

His lips lingered over her pulsating heartbeat, his tongue lightly brushing against the thin skin, feeling the rapid beating of her veins.

Shen Ci trembled, and a very soft, off-key sob escaped from her throat.

"Don't move." His voice was hoarse, his lips still pressed against her neck. "Let me kiss you for a while."

Shen Ci tilted her head back, resting the back of her head against the car window.

His lips roamed along the side of her neck, then slowly moved downwards.

He used his hand to lift the dress and gently sucked on the soft spot.

Shen Ci took a deep breath, and the light and shadow in front of her suddenly exploded, shattering into countless tiny star-like points.

In her hazy state, she heard a voice beside her ear, deep and hoarse, with an almost obsessive certainty, burning into her ear like a brand:

"Youyou, you can only be mine."