Surrounded by his towering figure and the cold jade-stone wall behind her, Eleven was cornered. Her hands were hanging limply by her sides.
Her chestnut-colored hair, naturally curly, no need for a curling iron. It would naturally take shape once dried. Once, the school considered her hairstyle inappropriately casual and required her to get it straightened. But Eleven could only reiterate that she didnāt have the money to get a fancy hairstyle, nor to straighten it.
Eleven looked at him. Although she didnāt try to get away, she couldnāt help but say, "Miss Shang is upstairs. If she finds out, are you sure itās okay?"
"What do you think will happen?" Gu Liancheng intertwined his fingers with hers, leaned down to kiss the fragrance on her lips, his heartbeat slowly accelerating, "Or... what do you think our relationship is?"
The heat on her lips gradually increased and Eleven deliberately tried to avoid it a bit.
Gu Liancheng noticed this little movement of hers. He pressed her hands against the wall on both sides of her, leaned forward, pressing her to the wall.
"Tell me, are you jealous?" He was curious about her response.
In recent days, she had been throwing little tantrums now and then. He hoped it was not for no reason.
"This isnāt about being jealous." Eleven started to resist him a bit.
"Then, what is it?"
"Principles, boundaries."
Gu Liancheng halted his advances, his deep eyes watching her as though intending to possess her entirely.
"After all that has happened, you are still so calm," he held her chin, lifting it slightly, his lips lightly covering hers in a rewarding manner, "Go ahead and ask. If you have doubts, I can answer any of your questions."
While this would have been a great opportunity to know more about him, Eleven didnāt feel it necessary, so she didnāt want to ask.
Noticing how tightly she closed her lips, Gu Liancheng couldnāt help but smirk, "The news about Cute is spreading on Weibo. You must have seen it and possibly already know a bit. Iām not in the mood to explain it to anyone, but Iād be more than willing to explain to you as long as you ask. After waiting for so long and you still havenāt asked me anything, Mrs. Gu, arenāt you the least bit curious about Cute?"
Sheās really good at keeping her emotions to herself.
"What do you mean?"
He already had an inkling of what she might have been misunderstanding. With a light chuckle, he replied, "Cute is my daughter, and yet she is not."
Elevenās eyes widened slightly, confirming his suspicion.
This girl, she must have exaggerated the situation in her head.
"She is... and sheās not?"
But Cute... she clearly calls him ādaddyā.
"To put it accurately, sheās not my biological daughter," he clarified.
At that moment, Eleven began to understand.
If Cute has the surname Gu, then she must have taken after him. Sheās not his biological daughter, but judging by his attentiveness toward Cute, itās probably no less than he would have felt for his own, right?
Everyone who meets Cute likes her. She believed, Gu Liancheng was no exception.
"So... when Shang Muxue fell into a vegetative state, you decided to bring Cute home with you?"
"Basically." His gaze was a touch distant.
Looking at his "basically", there must be a lot of details she didnāt know about yet.
"Do you feel better now?"
"..." In theory, she shouldnāt have any emotional fluctuations about this matter. Even so, why should it matter? But the suffocating feeling in her chest actually subsided slightly... "Mmm..."
His large palm landed on her back.
"The situation is complicated. We donāt have much time right now, I canāt explain it all to you now."
"Why is there little time?"
In the darkness, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His voice, filled with vague desires, whispered: "Because I canāt hold back anymore..."