206 Who am I?

"Gu Xingze…"

As soon as she said this, Mu Yazhe's expression darkened. It became stiff and emotionless in a short span of time.

The atmosphere frosted over. It was as if it had suddenly been plunged into frigid winter from a previously sweltering summer.

A tinge of rage appeared on the man's displeased face. His pair of phoenix eyes, resembling the bottom of an abyss, was dyed with shades of wrath.

She was clearly in his arms at the moment, yet another man's name came out of her mouth. This was undoubtedly an ill-disguised provocation to the prideful him.

This foolish woman actually called out another man's name!

"Whose name are you calling?"

He furiously pinched her waist with a suitable amount of strength, making her break into a silly fit of giggles.

"He he, it's so itchy! Don't bite me…"

Yun Shishi latched on to his shoulders as she giggled openly, her delightful laugher echoing in the wind like the ringing of silver bells.

She thought he was joking with her?! Damn it!

He grabbed her cheeks emotionlessly and applied more force on his fingertips to make his pinch hurtful.

"Ahhh! That hurts!"

She exclaimed in pain. Because she was aching, she moaned like a kitty.

She tried to struggle but could not muster the strength. She could only form fists with her hands and futilely flung them toward his shoulders. Her vision was almost completely blurry, so nearly her every punch hit nothing but air.

"B*stard, let go of me!"

She bit her lower lip in distress and helplessness. She shifted to the left, wanting to be out of his grasp, but the man's strength rendered her immobile.

It did not matter that she could not move, but when she was finally able to move, their bodies inadvertently came into contact, and it would inevitably lead to something bad happening.

In this moment, because she was intoxicated, her body was scalding hot. Her fiery hot skin seemed burning to the touch despite the layer of fabric covering it. Unknowingly, sweat was being expelled from his body. It trickled down and permeated through his clothes.

The woman was unaware of the scary consequences she had elicited from the man with her behavior.

If she were sober right now, she would clearly see the terrifying struggle for restraint on the man's handsome face.

"Who?"

The man forced her face up to look into his eyes. He pressed on covetously, "Whose name are you calling?"

"Gu Xingze…" The lady glared up at him with wide eyes. An innocent and playful smile emerged on her face. She suddenly cupped his handsome face with her hands and rubbed it.

"What… Aren't you Gu Xingze… Ohhhh…"

Her mind was fuzzy from intoxication. She was obviously quite drunk.

That small face of hers could truly tug at one's heart and soul. Her dewy eyes, currently painted with some tipsiness, gave a mellow glance. She looked at him in intoxication, seemingly wanting to say something she eventually withheld. Looking at her breathtaking charm, water droplets appeared to be about to fall from her eyes.

In the depths of her orbs, there seemed to bloom a fresh and sweet flower.

It was just disappointing that this woman was unable to assess the situation at hand and even appeared not to recognize who he was.

Danger and impatience were evident in his cold eyes. "Who am I?"

"I don't know…" she answered piteously as she tried to break free from his grasp with all her might, "ergh… It's painful. I don't want it… Let go of me…"

His eyes narrowed into slits as his face darkened. Unknowingly, a thin air of discontent surrounded him.

"Who am I?"

"Erm…"

He lost his temper. He tipped his head and fiercely bit on her lower lip.

She let out a stuffy moan from the pain. Unable to avoid him, her entire body trembled with a start.

The lips were the softest part of the face; hers, in particular, were as fragile as cherry blossom petals. They were sparkling, moist, and delicate. He bit her once more with considerable strength, and a shallow but sensual teeth mark appeared.

"Go away… b*stard… b*stard…"

She hit his shoulders and mumbled gibberish. She was clearly unhappy at his bullying.

What a foolish woman. Was she drunk? That drunk? Too drunk to be unaware of who was in front of her and whose arms were embracing her?

She was only safe because it was him today, but if he were not alert enough, would she know her fate? Could she predict what would happen next?

That 'Gu Xingze' she had just called out for so dearly, where was he now? Could he protect her entirely?

He smirked from the bottom of his heart. He was disappointed with how careless this woman was.

If he had not predicted earlier that someone would definitely be unable to resist her and that they would attempt to trip her up again, and if he had not appeared in time, she would have most likely been devoured into nothing!

He was frustrated, not because she got drunk but because she knew clearly of her alcohol capacity yet still dared let herself go. Was she feeling that at ease?

She met him while she was drunk, but if it were another man, would she also recklessly show her charms like this?

Just like a feeble lamb, would she submit herself to the mercy of others?!

Flames were lit in his eyes. His orbs, usually frigid, were ablaze. He could not wait to burn her out.

This foolish woman. How could he let her go like this?

He wanted her to be very clear on whose grounds she was at and what situation she was in! If he did not let her experience some hardships, he was afraid she would not even know what she had done wrong.

His large palms audaciously explored the hemline of her gown and forcibly pulled it down. The priceless fabric was then ripped into two.

Tossing aside the obstructive gown, he supported her waist with his large hands and lifted her high up.

"Who am I?"

The monotonous voice resonated in the wind and made it seem colder. It hastened to recollect and pull back her wandering thoughts.

"I - I don't know…"

"Look closely. Who am I?!"

He fiercely planted a hickey on her shoulder blade; he would not stop until he reached his goal!

She forcefully pried her eyes open to get a clearer view, but her vision continued to swim hazily.

Her body had a really unique condition. She always kept herself from alcohol; finishing an entire glass of red wine was already her limit. That tipsy feeling came fast and strong but went away slowly. Her vision was still an entire blur, so how could she even see him clearly.

She could only rely on the little awareness left in her to touch the man's face. Being exposed to the night's cold wind, it was chilly to the touch. She felt his lips, which also had no trace of warmth. They were thin and bitingly cold.

Noticing that her mind was still hazy, he furiously pinched her again. He held her face up and brought it right in front of him. He stared at her with beady eyes and pressed on once more, "WHO AM I?!"