Free Web NovelChapter 230: Chapter 183: If We Weren’t Mates, Would You Still Like Me?
"Hey! What are you doing?"
By the time she realized what was happening, she had already been stripped bare.
The man rolled over to hover above her, his large frame completely enveloping her. He took her soft hand and pressed it against his hard, chiseled abs, guiding it gently.
"You silly little thing, didn’t I just say? We’re going to do... something that makes you happy..."
Wenwen: "..."
’I don’t feel happy, just panicked.’ For some reason, it felt as if a rabbit were trapped in her chest, her heart thumping wildly, fast and hard.
Her hand was guided all over his body. Everywhere it passed, her palm felt warmth, hardness, and firm, smooth muscle.
It felt incredibly good to the touch. An indescribable feeling shot through her, and a sudden thirst parched her throat. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. She couldn’t help but lick her lips, her breathing uncontrollably quickening.
Noticing her reaction, a flicker of a smile flashed through his eyes.
His large, hot hand gripped her slender waist and lifted her forcefully. The world spun around her. When her vision cleared, she found her legs parted, straddling his lap.
The position was so awkward and shameful that it made her blush and her heart race all over again.
He took her hand, placed it gently on his face, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
"Am I handsome?"
’Handsome? Of course he’s handsome!’
’His smooth, sculpted profile, his deep and tender eyes, his dashingly handsome face... And on top of it all, those beautiful, dazzling white beast ears. Together, they created a divine, world-stunning beauty, so handsome it left her breathless.’
She swallowed and nodded dazedly.
Seeing this, his mood improved immensely. A searing smile colored his deep, white eyes, and the corners of his handsome lips curled up slightly.
"So, Wenwen, do you like me?"
"Aren’t you my mate? Of course I like you..."
’Aren’t mates supposed to like each other?’
A flash of confusion crossed her eyes. She didn’t understand why he would ask that. But then she reconsidered, figuring it was probably just his way of deliberately flirting at a moment like this. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Thinking about what was about to happen, she couldn’t help but blush and feel a little breathless.
However, her answer was not what the man wanted to hear.
The smile vanished from his face, and his mood instantly soured. His voice seemed tinged with a bit of sadness.
"Wenwen, do you only like me because I’m your mate? If we weren’t mates, would you still like me?"
"But we *are* mates, aren’t we? Why are you even asking that?"
She blinked, utterly confused, but her answer was earnest all the same.
His mood worsened. His beautifully shaped lips pressed into a thin line, and he was visibly displeased.
Seeing this, she froze for a moment, then reached out to cup his face. Her eyes were fixed on his pressed-together lips, and a faint blush crept onto her cheeks as her breathing inexplicably grew ragged.
After a brief moment of hesitation, she suddenly lowered her head and gave his soft lips a quick peck.
"Don’t be upset. Of course I like you... I like you a lot..."
’He’s so handsome, so gentle, and he’s the first person I remember seeing. I really can’t imagine how I could ever *not* like him.’
Hearing this, his slightly downcast eyes instantly brightened, a cautious joy coloring them.
"Really?"
"Mhm, really."
She nodded emphatically, her own mood beginning to lift.
’How strange. When I see him sad, my heart aches for some reason. Now that I see him happy, I can’t help but feel happy too.’
’Could this be the Divine Power of love?’
"Good, I believe you. So, shall we do something fun? You like me, don’t you? Then today, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me, okay?"
He leaned in, licking her lips again and again. The sounds spilling from his throat were low, muffled, and thick.
To her ears, the sounds were like fire, searingly hot.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed repeatedly. Her gaze on him was deep and scorching. The next moment, she parted her lips and kissed him back.
She used both hands to undo his clothes, wrapping one arm around his shoulder to hold him close while the other gently caressed his chest.
’I clearly have no memory of this, yet my body is unusually skilled at it. Is this... some kind of residual muscle memory?’
A flash of confusion crossed her eyes, but her mischievous, questing hands didn’t stop.
She didn’t know why, but even though she was the one teasing him, her own body was undergoing a strange and rapid Transformation.
Her whole body grew hotter and weaker in waves. Her heart felt as if it were being scratched by a cat—an intense, maddening itch.
His nostrils filled with her unique feminine scent.
He lowered his gaze, watching her expression with fascination, taking in her every reaction. A smile so faint it was nearly invisible touched his eyes.
Then, he reached out and gently laid a hand on her beautiful body.
A strange sensation washed over her. Her body stiffened, and she stopped moving, leaning against him with ragged breaths.
A layer of mist formed in her pretty eyes, and the corners of her eyes and her cheeks were flushed red. She looked pitiful yet captivating, making him want to tease her mercilessly.
"What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
He curled his lips, his low, hoarse voice dripping with mischief. It was clear he had ill intentions.
"...Of course not!"
Caught off guard by his words, her gaze wavered, and she snapped back to her senses as shame and indignation flashed through her mind. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Afraid that he had discovered some shameful secret, she denied it vehemently.
"Heh, is that so? Then, what’s this?"
Jun Yao chuckled, presenting his elegant, long-fingered hand before her eyes.
His fingertips were like jade—long and beautiful—and glistened with moisture, looking slick and wet.
She froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. A moment later, her composure shattered, and her pretty face flushed a deep crimson.
When she came to her senses, she quickly turned her head away, leaving him with a view of the back of her dark head. She was so ashamed she wished she could die on the spot.
’How could that bastard do something like this?’
’Isn’t he embarrassed at all?’
’How am I ever going to face him after this?’
"Is Wenwen feeling shy now?"
The man chuckled, gently taking her hand and guiding it toward himself.
Huh???
’What is this thing?’
’Why does it feel so strange??’
Curiosity welled up inside her, and she turned her head to look. Her eyes instantly widened, her gaze filled with terror.
As if by reflex, she quickly averted her eyes, not daring to look again. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest.
However, the next moment...
She moved her gaze back again, her brow furrowed, her eyes revealing a look of intense disgust.
’Tsk, how ugly!’
’How can something so hideous exist in this world?’
’It’s simply unbearable to look at!’
’Can someone please tell me why this thing—so jarring it hurts to look at once, and so foul it feels like it would dirty your eyes to look at twice—is attached to the same body as that god-like, breathtakingly beautiful face?’
’Does this even make sense???’
