My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day-Chapter 578 - 570: The Frenzied Struggle

Chen Jiayan sat in a corner of the sofa.

Baola turned her head and saw Jiayan beckoning to her.

It was like he was coaxing a little cat, that look... so enticing.

Baola’s throat overflowed with laughter, she put down her phone, and slowly shifted her buttocks towards Jiayan.

She deliberately dallied.

Jiayan grabbed her arm in one swift motion, directly pulling her into his embrace.

Baola fell downwards, not resisting, and her whole body leaned against Jiayan.

She did it on purpose.

The distance between them was reduced to a mere sliver of paper.

Baola, with her crimson lips hooked, smiled—a smile full of allure, exceedingly captivating.

"Chen Jiayan, if you want to sleep with me, just say it."

The woman’s laugh was imbued with ambiguous colors.

Her sweet voice wound around him like a thread, entering Jiayan’s heart, stirring up giant waves inside him.

"I haven’t thought about that,"

he said.

Baola felt he was somewhat insincere.

"Haven’t thought about it?" Baola raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "Then why did you pull me over here?"

Was it just to take a closer look at her?

This man...

Baola stretched out her finger, drawing circles on his sturdy chest.

Jiayan’s cold voice was enough to shatter the room’s tenderness.

"Your lipstick is smeared."

Baola: "..."

This man really is oblivious to romance.

Her lipstick was smeared?

She hadn’t even noticed.

She hadn’t touched up her lipstick after finishing the meal.

Her face was so pretty, why did he only notice her lipstick?

Baola felt as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her.

She propped herself up with her arms, but before she could get up, Jiayan held her down.

Baola looked at him quizzically.

Jiayan spoke with a husky voice: "Do you mind if your lipstick gets smeared a bit more?"

Baola: "..."

She took back what she’d said before.

This man wasn’t oblivious to romance; he was just too damn good at it.

Did she mind?

Of course, she didn’t mind.

Baola didn’t say a word, responding with action instead.

She felt this way was more direct and wasted no time.

The heat in the air was ignited, inch by inch.

Something seemed about to burst forth from the earth.

As the atmosphere reached its peak, a button on Jiayan’s shirt collar came undone, just as they were about to plunge deeper, Jiayan suddenly snapped back to his senses, leaving Baola alone on the sofa as he stood up.

Baola: "..."

??????

She looked up at him.

Jiayan’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he restrained his voice as he said, "Baola, I’ll take you home."

Baola felt as if she had truly been splashed with cold water.

After getting to that point, he was still thinking of taking her home?

She wanted to say, that’s it?

That’s it?

Could he not perform anymore?

"It’s getting late, I’ll take you home now."

Jiayan turned, somewhat disheveled.

He walked to the door, put on his shoes, and picked up the keys placed at the entrance.

Seeing that he was determined, Baola couldn’t help grinding her back teeth, making a gritting noise.

She cursed inwardly, grabbed her coat, and followed Jiayan out.

Reluctant.

Annoyed.

Frustrated!

All sorts of emotions were entangled in her heart.

Baola was about to go mad.

When the two took the elevator down, the air seemed to solidify.

Jiayan took the initiative to speak: "Are you angry?"

"Not angry."

Just found it funny.

Baola didn’t refuse Jiayan’s offer to take her home.

Once in his car, Baola turned around and said very seriously, "Chen Jiayan, be honest with me."

"Honest about what?"

"Are you impotent?"

Jiayan: "..."

Silence swirled inside the car, like ripples stirring the air.

Asking a man about this was undoubtedly a challenge to his pride.

Seeing him not speak, Baola, looking genuinely concerned, said: "If you really are impotent, we can go to the hospital for an examination and then get treatment. It’s quite normal for the human body to have various issues."

"But we can’t avoid doctors. If there’s an illness, we should treat it. I don’t despise you. I will be with you, wait until you get better."

Jiayan was good-looking; even if there was a problem, she could forgive him.

Look at that.

Wasn’t her love for Jiayan genuine?

The more she spoke, the more preposterous it sounded.

Jiayan couldn’t bear to listen anymore.

He pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Baola grabbed Jiayan’s forearm, her expression very grave: "Chen Jiayan..."

Jiayan’s brows twitched: "I am not sick."

Baola still didn’t believe him: "Then why..."

Her gaze drifted downwards, settling on a particular area of his body.

Jiayan clenched his teeth.

He was truly amused and exasperated by her.

"I am not sick!"

Jiayan reiterated, more emphatically than before.

"Alright, alright."

Baola knew that being so blunt was inappropriate.

She should have been more subtle.

Men, especially those who couldn’t perform, tend to have strong pride. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

How could she have said it outright?

Jiayan could tell from her response that it was half-hearted and that she completely disbelieved him.

Seeing Baola still worried and determined to accompany him for treatment, Jiayan lifted her chin.

His eyes swirled with deep meaning.

His voice was very stern.

"We’ve just confirmed our relationship. I’m not sure if you’re just after the novelty. Baola, I hope you can think clearly, whether or not I am the person you want. Before anything happens, there’s still a chance to change things."

Baola was amused, she pushed away Jiayan’s hand and then caught his wrist, pressing his hand onto the armrest.

Her fox-like eyes gleamed subtly.

"I’ve pursued you for so long, and you still think I am after the novelty? Chen Jiayan, I’m not someone with so much time to engage in such a long cat and mouse game. Yes, initially I wanted to sleep with you, but so much time has passed, and I know what I want. Could a man I don’t like be worth wasting so much of my time? You can doubt anything, but not the truth of my feelings!"

She had lost herself in this relationship long ago.

It was not the superficial kind where she only wanted to sleep with him.

Why couldn’t he understand?

Jiayan’s eyes darkened, gathering a mist that seemed difficult to disperse, making him seem impenetrably profound: "Are you sure you won’t regret it?"

Baola angrily took over: "I regret not having drugged you sooner!"

That would have spared wasting such a long time, going round and round with him; why bother?

Just get it over with and sleep with him!

That would be simpler!

Jiayan’s eyes flickered in the confines of the car, his gaze carrying a hint of madness: "If we start, it’ll be too late for you to regret it, and I will definitely not allow it!"

Baola leaned over, took the initiative to kiss him, grating against his lips: "I will not regret any decision I make."

Jiayan tensed his jawline, bit his teeth, his masseter muscles slightly prominent, his inner turmoil becoming a frantic struggle.

Baola kissed deeply.

Jiayan’s internal restraint suddenly unraveled.