Opening his eyes.
The first thing he saw was Qin Hongyi’s face, inches away, smeared with blood, expression twisted yet stunningly beautiful.
And their current extremely inappropriate position.
Memory fragments reconnected.
Su Rou in the dream, Qin Hongyi in reality.
And that lingering rusty taste in his mouth.
Fuck.
Gu Chen cursed inwardly.
He suddenly exerted force.
Boom!
No longer feeble resistance.
The restored Eden body’s explosive power was terrifying.
Qin Hongyi only felt a massive force from below, before reacting, the world spun.
Vision inverted.
Positions reversed.
Gu Chen flipped up, counter-pressing Qin Hongyi beneath him.
He knelt one knee between Qin Hongyi’s legs, one hand easily twisting her arms back and pressing overhead, the other tightly choking her neck.
Actions ruthless, eyes icy.
Except for that still flushed face, Gu Chen now fully regained his former aura.
“Qin Hongyi.”
Gu Chen lowered his head.
“Who gave you the guts to spit blood in my mouth?”
Qin Hongyi choked breathless, face flushed red.
But she didn’t struggle, not even afraid.
She looked at the man above with fierce eyes, feeling the hand’s force on her neck, mouth even curving a morbid smile.
“Awake?”
Qin Hongyi licked the blood residue on her lips, eyes provocative, “Seems my blood works well. What, full and strong now, want to kill your master?”
“Kill my master?”
Gu Chen sneered, fingers slightly tightening, watching Qin Hongyi’s lips slightly part from hypoxia.
“I’m teaching you rules.”
“Even if I’m only a semi-finished product right now, I’m not something you can casually ride.” Gu Chen’s eyes turned dark and sinister. “Next time, I’ll bite straight through your neck.”
Ruthless words rang loud.
But body honest.
Even threatening, Gu Chen’s body instinctively leaned close to Qin Hongyi.
That just-soothed gene hunger seemed attached to Qin Hongyi.
His knee against Qin Hongyi’s thigh, subtle friction sending shudders through his oversensitive nerves.
Damn dog.
This body was a traitor!
The other obviously felt his abnormality.
“Bite through my neck?”
Qin Hongyi smiled strained, gaze unabashedly scanning Gu Chen’s trembling arms, “Young Master Gu, why hand shake? Or, you actually enjoyed that earlier?”
“Enjoy your ass.”
Gu Chen like tail stepped, fiercely released, bouncing off Qin Hongyi like avoiding plague.
He sat stumbling on bed edge, grabbed blanket messily wrapping exposed body, panting heavily to calm that ghostly heat.
Qin Hongyi sat up, rubbed her choked-red neck.
“Stop pretending.”
She drew tissue from nightstand, methodically wiping blood on hands, “Earlier dreaming calling Su Rou, not so tough then.”
Gu Chen’s actions paused.
Back instantly rigid.
“I called Su Rou?” His voice sank.
“You did.” Qin Hongyi said coldly, “So affectionate I almost puked. What? Afraid that silly sweet bombed? Gu Chen, forgot, you’re clay idol crossing river now, still time to play romantic?”
Gu Chen silent two seconds.
Turned head, those black eyes no emotion, still as dead water.
“I owe the Su family.”
Gu Chen said flatly, “Gu bankrupt, if Su not cut ties with me, that silly girl eaten to bones. Make her hate me, stay away, safest.”
“As for romantic.”
Gu Chen scoffed, pointed his chest, there only female body’s soft undulations.
“What play romantic now? With these two buns?”
Qin Hongyi stunned a second.
Then, pfft laughed out.
Laughing, eye chill dissipated some.
“Fine, good self-awareness.”
Qin Hongyi rose, to wine cabinet poured two red wines, turned handed Gu Chen one.
“Drink? Celebrate we both survived hell.”
Gu Chen took cup, didn’t drink, just swirled in hand.
“Qin Hongyi.”
He suddenly spoke, gaze sharp, “What was that earlier?”
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb.” Gu Chen pointed temple, “You feeding blood, I not only felt bio pheromones, but an energy.”
“An energy with anger, jealousy, murderous negatives.”
Gu Chen narrowed eyes, tone certain, “My body, absorbing your emotions.”
Qin Hongyi sipped wine, hiding eye surprise.
“Ghost Hand said, Eden semi needs specific bio field soothe.” She shrugged, “Maybe, my temper explosive, field strong?”
“No.”
Gu Chen shook head, set down cup.
He barefoot to floor-to-ceiling window, looking out dark rainy night.
Though ill-fitting clothes, female body, that strategizing poise fully back.
“Field bidirectional.”
Gu Chen looked glass reflections of them.
“Since I absorb your emotions as energy, means.”
He turned, staring Qin Hongyi.
“President Qin, seems you need more anger later.”
“You angrier, jealouser, want kill me more, I stronger.”
“This called.”
Gu Chen extended tongue tip, provocatively licked canine.
“Emotion feeding.”
Qin Hongyi’s gripping cup hand sharply tightened.
This bastard.
What take her as?
But looking Gu Chen’s punchable yet vital look, Qin Hongyi actually felt, this needed, entangled, even used relation…
Damn thrilling.
“Fine.”
Qin Hongyi tilted head drained red wine, red lips like fire.
“Want me angry?”
“Then tighten skin, Gu Qingcheng. I angry, might kill in bed.”
Gu Chen disdainfully wrapped blanket tight: “Less fantasize. President Qin, rather banter me, look that.”
He chin jerked wall’s hundred-inch embedded LCD.
Screen on, real-time broadcasting Night Color underground third floor spectacle.
This place not just Beijing biggest indulgence den, but bone-spitting underground black market auction.
Now, white-gloved auctioneer like holding ancestor tablet, carefully lifted rosewood tray.
“Ladies and gentlemen, next item interesting.” Auctioneer lowered voice, mysterious, “Not only top Changhua bloodstone, but recently fallen Gu prince, Gu Chen’s personal seal.”
Lens zoomed sharp.
A crimson, carved qilin gazing moon seal dominated screen.
Gu Chen originally leaning headboard, body instantly tensed bow.
Pupil depths black violently shook, that inhuman vertical pupil nearly unsuppressed.
That his private seal.
Not for stamping junk contracts, but joint bank SSS safe’s only physical key!
Inside no cash, only Gu core tech original patents, and enough make half capital elites queue jump building black files.
This always locked his study secret compartment deepest, not even fly in.
Gu family had traitor.
“What? Your relic?” Qin Hongyi caught Gu Chen change, “Seems Gu wolves desperate, even dead man’s stuff sell.”
“This can’t fall others.”
Gu Chen flung blanket, barefoot on carpet, voice ice cold, “That’s mine.”
“Yours?”
Qin Hongyi raised brow, eyed him up down, “Gu Qingcheng, clear, you now whole body even hair mine. Want? Beg me.”
Gu Chen turned.
Now his oversized men’s shirt loose, collar wide open, from earlier feeding, skin pink glow.
He stepped to Qin Hongyi, that suffocating pure desire hit face.
“Beg you?”
Gu Chen chuckled, extended hand, fingertip down Qin Hongyi’s collar, stopped at belt buckle.
“President Qin, this low fun save for room slow play. Now…”
He sharply grabbed Qin Hongyi’s tie, forcing this arrogant female boss lower noble head, eye level.
“Take me site.”