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He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 120
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Chapter 120 - 120 114 Physical Temptation Ultimate Tug of War

Chapter 120: 114: Physical Temptation, Ultimate Tug of War (Second Update) Chapter 120: 114: Physical

Temptation, Ultimate Tug of War (Second Update) She took Xie Shang’s hand and placed the remaining pearl in

his palm, “This is for you.” She was in a good mood and smiled at Xie Shang, “Now that Zheng Lvqiao has

becFang Jiyin's life-saving benefactor, she can’t cling to you anymore, right?”

Under the lamp, Xie Shang’s eyes were blazing and bright.

“Changling.”

He restrained his joy, uncertain and cautious, he asked Wen Changling, “You do likea bit, don’t you?”

Even if it's notyou dream of every day.

She did not answer, her eyelashes lowered, and she touched her hearing aid again.

“Changling.”

Wen Changling turned her head away, “I'm hungry.”

Xie Shang sighed silently, put the pearl away carefully, and took her to dinner.

This time, Dihong had booked the entire resort hotel for the party, with all rooms available for guests to rest in.

The door of Room 3012 was closed tight, with two people inside having a secret talk.

“Think of something, my old man can’t kick the bucket just yet.”

Zhou Sheng, the general manager of Zhou Group.

The old man he referred to was his father, Zhou Kangyi. To Zhou Sheng’s knowledge, his dear father had already

written a will, the content of which he did not yet know, but given the old man’s level of confusion, he would not

be surprised if it all went to Fu Ying, that despicable woman.

“What can | think of.” Opposite him sat Zheng Lvhong, “I'm not Yama, the King of Hell, with the power to decide

when someone dies.”

Zhou Sheng took it for granted as if discussing something other than a human life, “Whatever doesn’t work,

change it; isn’t that the Zheng Family's specialty?”

Zheng Lvhong's face darkened, “Watch your words with me.”

Outside the door.

Fu Ying listened with her ear to the door when suddenly her shoulder was tapped.

Out of defensive instinct, she immediately grabbed the hand, then turned around, her hand sharp as a blade,

chopping down hard at the other person’s neck.

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The other person moved quickly, intercepting her wrist and gripping it tightly.

Fu Ying was about to counterattack when the person dragged her, twisted open the door of the next room, and

brutally pushed her inside. Due to the difference in size and strength, her resistance was futile.

Over the years, Chen Baishi seemed to have grown thanks to who-knows-what, both tough and strong.

Fu Ying shook off his hand, rubbing her sore wrist, and spoke with irritation, “So anxious, afraid | heard your

master’s secret?”

Without arguing with her, Chen Baishi looked around the room.

There was a bed in the room, and rose petals scattered on it.

This was a themed romance room in the hotel.

Chen Baishi turned to leave.

Fu Ying propped one hand against the door, refusing to let him pass, “Going to report back?”

Chen Baishi was expressionless, like a wound-up mechanical blockhead, “Yes.”

“You're not even pretending anymore?”

He said, “Madam, you are too impatient.”

Yes, she was too impatient.

She wished she could flay Zhou Sheng alive right now; she couldn't wait a moment longer.

“Chen Baishi,” her beautiful almond eyes were filled with harshness and indifference as she stepped forward to

warn, “Do not obstruct me; if you pushtoo far, | am capable of anything.”

Chen Baishi removed her hand from the door.

She lunged forward to embrace him.

He was taken aback.

“Chen Baishi, don’t you have any sentiment left from the past?” She lifted her face to look at Chen Baishi, her

round almond eyes glistening, “Junior brother, back in high school, | even taught you kick-boxing.”

They knew each other before Chen Baishi cto Fu Ying’s side as a bodyguard.

They attended the shigh school; Chen Baishi’s family was not wealthy, and he started school late, a grade

below Fu Ying. At that time, Fu Ying, not yet going by that name, was the champion of the youth kick-boxing

division, and he was a student with poor academic performance but good at sports. He would respectfully call

her “senior sister.”

Later, Chen Baishi joined the military, and Fu Ying went abroad. When they met again, he was brought by Zhou

Sheng, calling her “Madam” with the srespect as many years before.

Chen Baishi pried open her hand, still intending to leave.

Fu Ying stood on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, “What's so great about being Zhou Sheng’s dog?

Whatever he can give you, | can too, and what he can’t...”

She kissed Chen Baishi’s neck, her teeth gently grazing it.

Her body was too close, the scent of a woman entwining with his breath. She was no longer the spirited young

girl of the past; she had grown up, matured, her body lithe, her slender hands precisely tracing his lower back,

titillating and entangling.

Chen Baishi remained motionless.

“Fu Ying, didn’t you say | was a dog?”

She bit his ear, her body flexible like a willow branch.

His Adam's apple moved, and finally, his taciturn, dark face relaxed, “But you're the one shaking your ass at the

dog.”

She looked up, smiling seductively with eyes sultry as silk, “Mmm, then do you want to be my dog?”

Chen Baishi wrapped his arms around her waist, his muscular arms bulging. His height of one meter eighty-eight

made it easy to heft her into his arms, pressing her roughly against himself, letting her feel the change in his

body.

He warned, “Scared now?”

But Fu Ying laughed.

“So it does have an effect.”

She reached out, her fingernail lightly, tantalizingly scratching Chen Baishi’s firm body.

He seemed panicked, pushing her away roughly.

She fell onto the bed, the meticulously arranged heart-shaped roses instantly scattered, red petals falling onto

her white cheongsam, the stark contrast of red and white making her look alluring and seductive.

Her gaze wound around him like fine silk threads, roaming from his face to his belly, insidiously surveying his

entire body, “Still going to tattle?”

Chen Baishi’s face was somber and dark, “Your foot is chafed.”

He turned and left.

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Fu Ying laughed.

So much for the loyalty of an Alabai wolf dog.

Chen Baishi asked the hotel staff for a first aid kit.

Fu Ying lay on the bed, her ill-fitting high heels tossed at the foot of the bed, supporting her face with one hand

and looking every bit entitled to be waited on.

“Chen Baishi, how about you be my man from now on, okay?”

Her voice was soft as she used her other foot to kick at his sleeve.

Chen Baishi simply pulled the blanket over to cover her from the calves up. His palm was warm as he pressed on

her scraped foot.

“Fu Ying, are you like this with everyone?”

Fu Ying resumed her mocking expression, “You're not callingmadam anymore?”

He kept his head down, not sitting on the bed but on a chair, repeating the question, “Are you like this with

everyone?”

He was really like a rock, stubborn, inflexible. His features weren't particularly striking, but together they were

vaguely pleasant, full of brute strength and hormones.

He would fit well in the military. Wouldn't it be good to be a soldier? Why beca bodyguard? Why obstruct

her?

Fu Ying kicked his hand away, “Who do you think you are to askthat?”

Chen Baishi grabbed her foot again, holding it down, and pressed a medicated cotton swab to the wound.

Fu Ying gasped in pain, jerked her leg attempting to pull away, but failed to break free. Angrily, she shouted at

him, “Chen Baishi!”

“I belong to Mr. Zhou.”

Chen Baishi replied, but his hands lightened their touch nonetheless.

Fu Ying picked up a rose petal and threw it at the certain stone, “But you're tending to my wounds.”

He looked up at her, “I belong to Mr. Zhou.”

“Suit yourself.”

Fu Ying sighed.

Indeed, a fierce dog, hard to tame.