Chu Lingzhi snapped back to reality, her withdrawn gaze colliding with the deep, dark depths of Nangong Yehen's eyes.
Her breath suddenly caught, feeling as if something had slammed hard into her heart.
Her cheeks flushed, whether from shyness or annoyance, she couldn't tell.
"Get up!" She pushed hard against Nangong Yehen.
Nangong Yehen was tall, standing at 1.9 meters, while she was only 1.68 meters. Being pinned beneath him like this made her feel suffocated.
"Woman, didn't you say you wanted to test it? How will you know if I'm injured down there without trying?" Nangong Yehen traced her cheek with his long, slender fingers.
Her skin was delicate and smooth, and as he gently caressed it, it felt like stroking the finest silk, irresistible to the touch.
Faced with her like this, he felt an urge to have her.
A man's self-control in such matters is extremely weak, especially when Chu Lingzhi was a woman as beautiful as a celestial being—what man could resist?
Chu Lingzhi sensed his abnormality, her face heating up. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she was slightly startled. "You're not injured?"
Nangong Yehen gave a wicked smile. "You can tell?"
If she couldn't sense something so obvious, she might as well bite her tongue and die.
Staring at his exquisitely devilish face, she wondered why such a handsome face had to harbor such a wicked heart.
"Since you're not injured, I'm going back." She struggled. "Get up; I'm about to suffocate."
"Like this?" He propped himself up with his hands.
Was there any difference? Wasn't it still the same ambiguous position?
"Master Nangong, what do you want?" Chu Lingzhi frowned, looking impatient.
Nangong Yehen curled his lips. "Be my mistress."
Chu Lingzhi was stunned, staring at him in disbelief. "Be your mistress?"
"That's right."
"Why?"
"No reason."
"Master Nangong, are you joking with me? Women who like you could fill the entire central street of T City. Why would you stoop to finding a woman with a five-year-old child?"
"I like it." Nangong Yehen smiled, feeling pleased at the mention of their son.
Given his special constitution and noble status, a son was an invaluable treasure for a man nearing thirty.
And the one who gave him this treasure was this woman.
"What if I refuse?" Chu Lingzhi had calmed down considerably.
Being noticed by a man like Nangong Yehen must mean she had decent external qualities.
"You'll regret refusing." Nangong Yehen's gaze was deep, his expression unreadable.
"What do you plan to do?" Chu Lingzhi sneered.
Her mind inexplicably drifted to Chu Junyu—would he do something to Chu Junyu?
But thinking it over, he probably wouldn't.
How could a dignified city lord harm a young boy over a woman and still command the people's respect?
"Good words don't need repeating—be my mistress."
Wasn't that repeating?
"Why does it have to be me?"
Nangong Yehen gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, smiling ambiguously and seductively. "Because I like beautiful women."
"There are plenty of women more beautiful than me."
"They're too vulgar. You're different from them."
Chu Lingzhi found this amusing, and she actually let out a snort of laughter. "You know me well? How do you know I'm not vulgar?"
Her own son said she was as vulgar as they come, a complete money-grubber.