Chapter 6 Call Me Sister, and I'll Give You My Life

"Chen Luo, do you want it?"

That sentence, brimming with boundless allure, instantly ignited the flames of desire within Chen Luo. Having lost nearly all his reason, his hands broke free from Wen Wan’s restraints and instinctively wrapped around her waist.

“Mm!” Wen Wan's muffled voice seemed to cry out in pleasure, her lips slowly trailing downward—from his chin, to his neck, then to his collarbone—madly leaving her mark upon Chen Luo's body.

“Do you know? You are mine!”

“Every inch of your skin, every strand of your hair, every single cell, belongs to me!”

“Call me Sister, and I’ll give you my life.”

At that moment, Chen Luo’s mind was incapable of thought. The tingling sensation spreading from his neck and collarbone, his hands beginning to slowly drift downward—the exquisite feel of her waist and skin was like the temptation of a devil, drawing him ever deeper, unable to resist.

Accompanied by that touch, his hands instinctively moved lower, reaching for a greater ecstasy.

“Thump! Thump! Thump!”

The Maybach seemed to pass over a speed bump, and with the jolt, Chen Luo suddenly regained his senses.

No, this isn’t right. We’re not even really familiar with each other—this can’t go on. If we continue, something terrible will happen!

I am not ruled by my desires, even if she’s the one taking the initiative. I can’t let a moment’s impulse ruin her!

This kind of thing needs to be built upon a foundation of feelings. Otherwise, what’s the difference between me and a beast?

“Stop! Stop! Wen Wan, listen to me for a moment.”

Wen Wan paused, her chin resting against Chen Luo’s chest, her entire body pressed to his, lifting her eyes full of longing and possessiveness.

The soft, maddening sensation between their waists and stomachs nearly made Chen Luo lose his reason again.

“Well, I didn’t ask Tang Xiwei out. She came to my dorm to start an argument because I hadn’t given her flowers that day.”

“I’m not interested in her—there’s absolutely no chance I’ll fall for that venomous, scheming woman.”

“Do you believe me? Please, can you?”

Having said all this, Chen Luo felt his words lacked conviction, but then another thought struck him.

Wait! Wen Wan isn’t my girlfriend. Even if something did happen with Tang Xiwei, I shouldn’t be so afraid or feel the need to explain so thoroughly!

Seeing his earnest expression and hearing his words, Wen Wan finally broke into a smile.

“Alright, I believe you.”

She then hugged Chen Luo tightly, the two remaining in a silent embrace, gazing into each other’s eyes.

But with those words, the secretary and driver in the front seats grew unsettled. The driver nearly lost his grip on the wheel, and after exchanging glances with the secretary, both recognized the shock in each other’s eyes.

They were Wen Wan’s assistants, having followed her for two or three years now. In their memories, Wen Wan was rational to the point of cold-bloodedness, decisive and commanding like an empress.

Countless business prodigies, famed for their cunning, had been defeated before her; countless plots and schemes, both overt and hidden, were child’s play in her eyes.

But now, President Wen! This boy just offered a casual explanation, and you believed him?

Where’s your usual ruthlessness? Your strategies that win battles from afar?

Don’t let beauty cloud your eyes! Desire makes you lose your wits, President Wen!

Chen Luo had no idea what the two in front were thinking. He dared not move, afraid to provoke Wen Wan further.

After the recent intimacy, and Wen Wan’s earlier actions confining him, Chen Luo could at least reach one conclusion:

Wen Wan truly liked him!

Yet he couldn’t understand why Wen Wan would like him. So far, they were nothing more than strangers who happened to cross paths.

Could it be love at first sight when he gave her flowers before? That seemed far-fetched.

No, wild guesses won’t help. I’d better ask.

“Well, Wen Wan, now that all misunderstandings have been cleared up, what’s next—?”

Hearing this, Wen Wan suddenly sat up in his arms, tilting her head gently, her left hand caressing Chen Luo’s cheek, her right hand producing a collar from who knows where.

The collar was clearly custom-made, needing no buckle—just like an electronic shackle, it would automatically lock when placed around the neck.

Attached to the collar was a chain, the other end connected to a plush handcuff.

Hmm? Wait, this handcuff looks familiar—just like the one used on me last time! Could it be from the same series?

“Oh, you reminded me. Even though the misunderstanding is resolved, I still don’t feel secure about you.”

“I’m so scared! Truly afraid someone might steal you from me!”

“So, next, be good—put on the collar and stay by my side, alright?”

As she spoke, Wen Wan slowly moved the collar toward Chen Luo’s neck.

Qin Luo looked at the collar, and his neck broke out in goosebumps—this, this is no different than leashing a dog! No way! Absolutely not!

“Snap!” Chen Luo grabbed Wen Wan’s hand. Wen Wan didn’t get angry, only smiled at him.

“My little boy, are you going to resist me?”

“Wen Wan, I have my dignity. I absolutely won’t wear that—please stop.”

At the mention of dignity, Wen Wan laughed even more wildly.

“Hahaha, my little boy has grown up and has a temper now. But that just makes me more eager to put it on you!”

With that, Wen Wan broke free from Chen Luo’s grip and tried to fasten the collar around his neck.

Faced with Wen Wan’s persistence, Chen Luo could only dodge, and in the cramped space, he toppled, pinning Wen Wan beneath him, reaching for the collar in her hand.

But Wen Wan, with mischievous delight, dodged left and right. Their chests, waists, and necks collided frequently in the tight space, the sounds of skin brushing and their low cries causing the two in the front seats to squeeze their legs together.

President Wen! How long is this car going to keep driving? We can't take it much longer!

The struggle for the collar grew increasingly chaotic. Wen Wan was beneath, Chen Luo above, gaining the upper hand. When Wen Wan brought the collar to her chest, Chen Luo swiftly seized it.

“Wen Wan, give up. I won’t wear it!”

“Thump!”

“Click!”

The Maybach seemed to hit another speed bump, Chen Luo’s hand, holding the collar, lurched forward with the motion.

In the next second, the collar landed on Wen Wan’s neck—and locked!

“Uh, I didn’t mean to…” Chen Luo broke out in cold sweat. Putting the collar on her—would he be killed?

Yet Wen Wan showed no anger. She lifted a finger to tease Chen Luo’s chin, then took the chain’s handcuff and fastened it around Chen Luo’s right wrist.

“So you like this kind of play? Does it excite you more?”

“This is good, too. Go on, do what you want.”