If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 193 - : You’re my sister, dear sister
Chapter 193: Chapter 193: You’re my sister, dear sister
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He stared at her intensely, his gaze filled with coldness. But those obsidian-like eyes were still as sharp as a hawk’s, and when they swept over Xu Chaomu’s face, she shuddered.
She pretended to be calm and poked his arm.
“Bastard, move aside, I need to go buy something.”
She was hungry.
Shen Chi was annoyed and grabbed her arm, “What did you just call me? Disrespectful!”
During this time, she didn’t even know how many times she had called him a bastard. In her entire life, she was probably the only one who dared to do so.
“Bastard, unhappy?” Xu Chaomu deliberately smiled, her eyes meeting his as she looked up.
He clearly was a bastard, having just kissed her as if she were Bai Man.
Thinking of this, her heart felt sour.
At first he was annoyed, but as he looked at her innocent face, annoyance turned to helplessness.
She just liked to go against him.
With a hint of drunkenness, he leaned in close, his face just two centimeters from hers.
He could clearly see her long eyelashes, fragile and thin like butterfly wings.
His warm hand slowly brushed her face, and he suddenly smiled, “Just look at yourself, so unabashed. Who would dare to marry you in the future?”
Xu Chaomu thought he was going to get angry, but his tone turned out to be so gentle.
“It’s none of your business who marries me, as long as it’s not you. Of course, I wouldn’t marry you either. With a man like you, vulgar and sleazy, with a poison tongue and a lustful nature, who would be blind enough to marry you?”
“Lustful?” he mused over the word.
His fingers lifted her chin, caressing her skin.
His voice was husky and deep, and his mood seemed to have improved significantly, “Mumu, explain to me, what does ‘lustful’ mean?”
Feeling the dangerous aura emanating from him, Xu Chaomu’s hand trembled.
“Lustful means…”
“Hmm?” Shen Chi stroked her face, waiting for her to continue.
“Lustful just means liking all sorts of colors.”
“Like what?”
“Like red, blue, green, white…”
Before she could finish, he tilted her chin up, looking proud yet sighing, “Looks like I’ll have to teach you by demonstration.”
Xu Chaomu hadn’t reacted yet when a punishing kiss fell upon her.
It was still laden with a heavy scent of alcohol, but not as violent as before.
This kiss was more like a light rain on the lips, fluttering gently.
Shen Chi thought that kissing really was addictive.
Xu Chaomu’s mind blanked again. What was wrong with Shen Chi today?
“What, what are you doing…” Xu Chaomu’s little face turned red, her hands pushing him away.
“Anything else you don’t understand? I can teach you,” he said with a complacent smile.
He didn’t believe that he, a big hooligan, couldn’t handle her, a little hooligan.
“How do you write ‘shameless’?” Xu Chaomu said indignantly.
“Oh? Like this…”
After speaking, he leaned in again, his intentions clear as day.
Xu Chaomu quickly jumped away.
There was no need for her to talk to him anymore; he was drunk and behaving like a beast in human’s clothing.
“Shen Chi, let me remind you, you’re getting engaged on the eighth of next month,” she said, tilting up her little face.
“Not bad, learning to give as good as you get,” Shen Chi looked down at her.
“The rabbit doesn’t eat the grass by its burrow. If you lack women, go find one elsewhere, I’m your sister.”
The last four words, Xu Chaomu deliberately emphasized.
One had to admire the depth and complexity of the Chinese language; those four words also managed to scold him.
“Right, you are my sister, ‘precious little sister’.”
Xu Chaomu gritted her teeth, shameless.
This man was really drunk, spouting such words without blushing or skipping a beat.
“Precious little sister,” pah.
She turned and walked away, not wanting to deal with him.
She was hungry, she really wanted to eat something.
The airport still had quite a few shops open, and she spotted a nice dumpling store, so she quickly headed there.
When she sat down in the store, Shen Chi came and sat beside her.
She moved away, and he moved closer.
This scene seemed familiar.
In the past, she always liked to stick to him, rushing over to wherever he sat.
When he showed his disgust and avoided her, she would shamelessly follow him.
“Won’t you let someone eat in peace?” Xu Chaomu snapped furiously.
What was going on today? Not only had he gotten drunk, he also fell ill!
“You eat yours; I’ll just watch,” Shen Chi replied, not annoyed, slightly curving his lips.
Who could eat with someone staring at them?!
Damn it!
The waiter quickly brought over the dumplings, filled with her favorite shepherd’s purse.
She endured, endured, endured.
Bowing her head, she ate one dumpling after another.
Shen Chi really just watched, silent, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward.
Xu Chaomu couldn’t swallow another bite, there were no shameless people like him.
Angry, she slammed her chopsticks down: “I’m not eating!”
He immediately grasped her hand, frowning: “Why not eat if you’re hungry? Want me to feed you?”
“Seeing you just upsets me.”
“So, the man sitting opposite you just now is the same one from the plane?”
Xu Chaomu was stunned. He saw that?
Seeing her silent, he got displeased: “Who is that man?”
He was acting like a childish little kid.
Xu Chaomu looked at him with disdain.
“None of your business.”
“They seemed quite affectionate together just now.”
“Yeah, not only did we embrace, but we also kissed. What’s the matter, jealous?” Xu Chaomu was insufferably defiant.
“Kissed?” His eyes flashed with dangerous, icy vibes as he said gravely, “How did you kiss?”
“French wet kiss…”
Xu Chaomu struggled to recall such a term.
It had been a long time since she read any magazines. She was falling behind on pop culture.
No wonder they say books are the ladder of human progress.
The color drained from Shen Chi’s face: “Who is he?”
“Shen Chi, will you ever stop? Are you deliberately keeping me from eating my dumplings?”
Finished speaking, she lowered her head to eat her dumplings.
So annoying.
Men who drank too much were utterly irrational, with the intellect of a three-year-old child.
Sure enough, Shen Chi stopped talking after her outburst.
With an irritable face, he took off his coat, hung it over his arm, and started dragging her outside.
“You’re not allowed to eat!” This man became as imperious as an emperor when he got bossy.
Xu Chaomu was dragged outside by him, attracting a crowd’s attention.
“What are you doing? If you’ve got something to say, say it, don’t get physical.”
The sky was beginning to brighten outside, and soon, the sun would rise.
“Where are you taking me?”
Shen Chi ignored her, just dragging her along, refusing to let go.
Passersby turned their heads frequently, but upon seeing Shen Chi’s stern face, they quickly looked away.
Lao Cheng had the Maybach parked in a corner of the airport, standing outside smoking.
Today, he had driven the car to the orphanage and then to the airport—it was quite the ordeal.
But Shen Chi was even more wearied, virtually silent the whole time, and drinking quite a bit while in the car.
Suddenly, he saw Shen Chi dragging Xu Chaomu back.
Lao Cheng quickly snubbed out his cigarette.
“Xu Chaomu, get in!” Shen Chi unceremoniously shoved her into the car.
“Where are you taking me? I haven’t finished my dumplings!” Xu Chaomu complained indignantly.
“Shut up, enough with the nonsense!” Shen Chi forcefully pushed her into the back seat and sat next to her.
“Boss Shen, where to?” Lao Cheng asked.
“Civil Affairs Bureau.”
