Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 672 She Can’t Satisfy Me

Ji Wei forcefully broke free from his grip, her body retreating sharply as the alcohol-induced haze in her mind suddenly cleared.

The man stood motionless, gazing down at her, her panicked and frantic expression clearly reflected in his deep, dark pupils.

Ji Wei instinctively reached up to pull her collar tighter, turning her face away to avoid Gu Moqian’s icy gaze, stammering in alarm, "You—you should go... I don’t want to see you."

"Sober now?" Gu Moqian slowly straightened up, his hand casually tucked into the pocket of his tailored trousers as he looked at her and asked.

Ji Wei felt an inexplicable suffocation. Her pearly teeth gently caught her lower lip as she remained silent.

Was she insane?

Gu Moqian had already shared a bed with another woman, so what was she still hoping for?

Don’t be foolish!

Ji Wei shot him a cold glance, then reached out to push him aside, climbing off the bed and rushing toward the bathroom.

The woman wasn’t wearing shoes, her bare feet stepping onto the cold, unyielding floor as she dashed into the bathroom. Her slender ankles were even thinner than prior to her pregnancy.

The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.

Gu Moqian stared at the faint figure cast on the door for a moment in silence, then walked over.

Ji Wei twisted the faucet open and scooped up water to splash on her face, the icy sensation forcing her to clear her mind even further. After rinsing her face for a while, she raised her head to look at herself in the mirror.

Her small pale face was dotted with droplets of water. Having spent the past few days constantly taking care of the sick An An, she had no time for skincare, leaving her features noticeably haggard.

The fingers resting on the sink suddenly clenched tightly.

Was it because she had lost her former allure that he cheated?

Just as Ji Wei was caught in a daze, the bathroom door suddenly swung open. Startled, she turned her head swiftly, only to see Gu Moqian stepping inside.

Ji Wei’s complexion paled further, her brows knitting together coldly: "You’re still not leaving?"

"This is my house. Where should I go?" The man retorted.

Without pausing to think, Ji Wei answered, "Go to your Miss Zhao. Isn’t she enough for you?"

Her tone carried a mixture of mockery and jealousy.

Upon hearing this, Gu Moqian slowly curled his lips into a grin, advancing toward her, his thin lips nearing her delicate, fair ear, barely brushing against her sensitive earlobe as he murmured, "She can’t satisfy me. You do it—how about that?"

"Gu Moqian, you bastard!"

His words thoroughly infuriated her. With a fierce shove, Ji Wei pushed him back, her body pressed against the sink as her face flushed crimson, her chest rising and falling in agitation.

"You’re clearly anticipating something to happen next, but you’re still playing hard to get with me, aren’t you?" Gu Moqian didn’t back away; instead, he leaned in even closer to her.

Ji Wei’s spine pressed against the cold, hard marble of the sink. As she stared at the tall figure closing in, the panic began to spread through her entire body.

When Gu Moqian’s body pressed tightly against hers, Ji Wei couldn’t help but tremble all over. She feebly tried to push him away, only to find the man unmoving, as solid as a statue.

Before Ji Wei could struggle further, Gu Moqian’s long, trouser-clad leg stepped forward firmly, forcing its way between hers. At the same time, he cupped her lower back with one palm, completely trapping her beneath him.

Ji Wei’s heartbeat raced uncontrollably, her gorgeous eyes flickering with panic and bewilderment. Her mind, which had just cleared, suddenly turned sluggish again, leaving her unsure of how to react.

Drip... drip... drip...

The sound of water dripping from the poorly closed faucet filled the room. Aside from that, the bathroom was eerily quiet.

Ji Wei could clearly hear her own erratic breathing.

Her cheeks burned like fire, and as she gazed into the man’s eyes, a mist seemed to cloud her vision, resembling a lost, helpless deer in the depths of a forest.

The man’s broad, towering frame pressed against her, her curves—heightened from nursing—pushed against his solid chest. Their breaths grew heavier, mingling together.

The suggestive posture was almost electric, and the latent desire between them threatened to ignite at any moment...