Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Where is it inconvenient? Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Where is it inconvenient? Lin Zhiyi, who was able to breathe, was covered in cold sweat and said intermittently, “My, my hand…”

Gong Chen, who suddenly stopped, was panting heavily, a few veins popping on his neck before he managed to prop up his body and lift her hand.

But Lin Zhiyi suddenly flipped over and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.

Playing mind games now.

Gong Chen paused, not angry, and simply lay down next to the ‘zongzi,’ stretching out his hand to hug her and the blanket together.

He lay on his side with his head propped up, whispering huskily into her ear, “How many times can you hide?”

Lin Zhiyi really wanted to retort, but her body simply wouldn’t allow it; the effort just now had used up all her remaining clarity.

At that moment, she felt Gong Chen’s voice growing more and more distant until she completely fell into darkness.

In the middle of the night, the fever that Lin Zhiyi thought had subsided flared up again, leaving her in a daze.

If Gong Chen were to really do something, she wouldn’t be able to resist.

But he did nothing.

Instead, she felt a hand on her forehead all night long.

She thought she might be delirious from the sickness, or perhaps she was just too eager to be loved in her past life, so she was hallucinating.

The next day when she woke up, Gong Chen was not by the bed. Clutching at her stomach, she felt an urgent need to pee.

So without thinking of anything else, she rushed into the washroom.

“Ah!”

Lin Zhiyi was so startled by the sight in front of her that she almost didn’t feel the urge anymore.

Gong Chen was actually taking a shower.

She immediately turned to run out but did not expect the bedroom door to be pushed open, and she closed the bathroom door on reflex.

Song Wanqiu’s voice came through from outside.

“Third Young Master, I made breakfast for you. Are you up yet?”

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, not daring to open the door or to look back.

She tried her best to hide in the misty steam, hoping to reduce her presence.

But then, the scalding touch behind her made her realize that what was coming had arrived.

Wet arms propped against the door from behind, enclosing her in a tight corner.

Lin Zhiyi’s body jolted, and her not fully recovered self almost couldn’t stand upright.

The person behind wrapped around her waist, his wet chest pressed against her back, and soon the only layer of cloth between them was soaked as if there was no barrier left at all.

Lin Zhiyi couldn’t help but remember the words she heard in her daze the night before.

“How many times can you hide?”

In her panic, she immediately turned and pushed against the approaching body.

Suppressing her voice, she emphasized and exclaimed, “Uncle!”

She hoped the title would bring back some of his sense.

Then she reminded him, “Song Wanqiu has come to deliver your breakfast; you should go out first. This is… not convenient.”

Perhaps because of the high temperature in the bathroom, a hint of red crept onto Lin Zhiyi’s somewhat pale cheeks.

She might have been a burden, but Gong Shiyan and Liu He were very kind to her.

Whenever Gong Shiyan had something nice, he would share it with her, and upon hearing that other families’ daughters got beauty cards, he got one for her and Liu He as well.

Liu He often dragged her along, and over time, her skin had become extremely well-cared-for, delicate and tender.

Though not as flawless as a peeled egg, it had no obvious defects.

Under the light, her skin glowed like creamy porcelain.

Tempting and enticing.

Gong Chen’s gaze deepened, his breath growing more ragged, as he pressed Lin Zhiyi closer to him.

He asked in a low voice, “What’s inconvenient?”

Lin Zhiyi glared at him.

You tell me?

Their current state couldn’t be more inconvenient!

The hand Gong Chen had against the door slowly moved down from the back of Lin Zhiyi’s neck, along her soaked back, where the layer of clothing was barely there.

His warm palm felt as if it was touching her skin without any obstruction, and her mind buzzed all at once.

“Third Young Master? Third Young Master!”

Outside the door, Song Wanqiu’s voice grew closer and closer.

Lin Zhiyi’s body stiffened, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

Just the thought of Song Wanqiu possibly seeing them like this sent her into a panic.

Song Wanqiu was deeply cunning and an excellent actor; she would never let Lin Zhiyi off easily.

And Gong Chen always sided with Song Wanqiu; Lin Zhiyi didn’t stand a chance.

Lin Zhiyi pressed down on Gong Chen’s misbehaving arm, pleading, “Don’t, don’t do this. The one you love is Song Wanqiu.”

She reminded Gong Chen.

She had thought that their affection could awaken Gong Chen.

But unexpectedly, not only did Gong Chen not stop, he instead slid his hand under her clothes, his fingertips gliding along, sending shivers through every part she touched.

He pressed close to her face, his voice hoarse, “Calling me ‘Uncle’ at such a time has a certain taste to it.”

“…”

Lin Zhiyi was filled with shame and humiliation.

In her desperation, she kicked the door sharply, just breaking the jar.

With a loud bang, the noise echoed throughout the entire room.

Song Wanqiu stopped at the door and knocked, “Third Young Master? Are you in there?”

Lin Zhiyi didn’t believe Gong Chen, who was so deeply in love with Song Wanqiu, would have the heart to let Song Wanqiu witness this scene.

After all, his heart always leaned towards Song Wanqiu.

However, Gong Chen standing before her just chuckled lightly.

This made her heart fill with even more dread, her pupils reflecting the increasingly close face.

It was dangerously intimidating.

With a ripping sound, Lin Zhiyi’s shirt shattered and slid off…

In addition to shock, Lin Zhiyi hastily wrapped her arms around her own body.

Her clothes were still in the dryer, so she was wearing nothing beneath.

With her arms no longer in the way, Gong Chen’s plundering grew even more frenzied.

His hands stroked her shoulders, his fingers long and powerful, skimming slowly as if reluctant to rush.

It was as if he enjoyed making her suffer in this plight over and over again.

Their bodies pressed together, their individual warmth blending into one.

His voice was husky and discordant, “You were the same that night.”

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, sinking into humiliation, her heartfelt dedication turned into a mockery now.

She knew no matter how she explained it, Gong Chen had already decided she was the one who had drugged him.

Otherwise… there was really no other way to explain so many coincidences.

He was drugged, she suddenly appeared, blundered into the same room, and she was so willingly giving up her innocence.

Gong Chen leaned in, his lips brushed past her earlobe, drawing up a shiver. He curled his lips, and took the opportunity to kiss her.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t feel joy, just rigidity,
as if she had returned to her previous life.

It was the same as before; he was too clever, discerning all her changes, knowing how to control her, to tear at her, yet making it impossible for her to leave.

Each intimacy had one sole purpose—to vent.

After venting, he would pull away indifferently, saying this was her only use to stay by his side.

He didn’t love her but coveted her body.

Enduring this agony for eight years!

Eight years!

Lin Zhiyi abruptly broke free from her shame, her eyes wide as she glared at him, with Song Wanqiu’s knocking almost within reach behind her.

With each knock on the door, she could feel the vibrations clearly.

Even the turning of the door lock had her on edge.

“Third Young Master? What’s wrong?”

The man on top of Lin Zhiyi not only did not stop, but also rubbed the edge of her eye with the hand that wore a ring, his wily gaze filled with lust.

He turned his head, pretending to continue kissing her. It was just then Lin Zhiyi saw the bite marks on his neck.