He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 211 - 211 204 Fulfilling Miss Wens physiological needs

Chapter 211: 204: Fulfilling Miss Wen'’s physiological needs (second update) Chapter 211: 204: Fulfilling Miss

Wen's physiological needs (second update) “Don’t hang up.”

Wen Changling’s finger paused on the end call button.

“Talk to me,” Xie Shang’s voice cthrough the receiver, electric, traveling to the hearing aid, causing an

instant jolt.

Oh, she must have been holding it too close, she moved the phone slightly further away.

What's there to talk about, really? A proper ex should act like they're dead. But in this moment, there were stars

in the sky, the aggravating Qin Qi had just been around, and Hooked Cymbidiums were blooming, all triggers for

Wen Changling’s unsettled emotions.

“Are you still with your ‘colleague’?” She would never ask such a question when calm and collected.

“Which colleague?”

The hot water bottle rolled off the bed and hit Huahua dead on.

Wen Changling did not bother about it: “The one you were set up with.”

Xie Shang corrected her, “Not a set-up match.”

“Are you still with her?” So late at night.

There was silence on the other end for a while.

Xie Shang replied, “Yeah, together.”

Wen Changling fell silent, stayed silent for a long time. She must have drunk too much soup that night, feeling

uncomfortably full.

“Why aren’t you speaking?”

You toldto.

She said, “Xie Shang, cto me.” She had been called crazy before.

“Now?”

“Now.”

Direct and assertive, Miss Wen at that moment resembled a queen enthroned in a devil's palace.

“Why should | csee you?”

He’s so annoying.

Wen Changling stated bluntly, “I have physical needs.” Her tone contained a hint of anger, brooking no refusal,

“You once said, if not anyone else, then find you.”

Wen Changling didn’t think Xie Shang would spend the night with Meng Duolan. He wasn’t that type of person.

But even just a purely platonic interaction irritated her.

Her mom had also told her before, that she had an abnormal desire to possess and claim ownership over the

people and things she liked.

She commanded, “Cnow.”

Xie Shang’s tone was light, as if he was smiling: “Okay.” He was good at cajoling, good at listening to her, “I'll

cover now.”

Then the call ended, Xie Shang hung up first.

“Meow.”

The cat noticed before Wen Changling did.

Several seconds passed after the sound of the door being pushed before Wen Changling turned around and saw

Xie Shang at the door.

He had just said he was with Meng Duolan.

Wen Changling was instantly furious: “You lied to me.”

Yes.

Xie Shang was naturally cunning, deactivating his claws in her presence all because he loved her deeply, but one

must not forget that he was a wily “bamboo shoot” raised by the prestigious Xie family.

He had cfollowing Jiang Chengxue’s car; Wen Changling hadn't left, and he had been next door the whole

time.

He walked over.

The courtyard light shined behind him, his shadow covering both Wen Changling and the cat. The cat, having not

seen its former master who used to feed it for so long, excitedly meowed.

Xie Shang half-knelt on the old bamboo bed, lowering his body, his gaze searching for Wen Changling’s eyes in

the shadows: “Changling, why can’t you standbeing with someone else?”

His question had a hidden, restrained aggressiveness, a natural controlling power that males have in

relationships—hormones erupting under physical strength and size advantage.

He could be very obedient, but at his core, he was still a predator.

“You care about me, don’t you?”

Wen Changling’s gaze didn’t waver a bit. She was inherently unruly, denying, “No.” Her hand reached for Xie

Shang’s waist, her fingers lingering. If someone else did this, it might seem frivolous, but her gaze was direct,

toying in single-mindedness, “I'm just that bad, | don’t want you but won't let others have you either.”

Xie Shang smiled, “Fine, then keep on possessing.”

Her hand moved to his neck, pressing against his collarbone, then shoving him away without sentiment, fierce,

“You lied to me.”

“Mhmm.”

Xie Shang leaned back with the force of Wen Changling’s push, deliberately trapping the hem of her coat

underneath him, ensuring she couldn’t run away. It was his best day since they'd broken up, and he wasn't afraid

of Miss Wen getting angry, seeing her temper flare up was a good sign.

Wen Changling kicked at him, but not with much force: “You're so annoying, so detestable.”

The strong Ms. Wen just wasn’t very good at hurling insults.

She played the bad host, “Leave, you're not welchere.”

The courtyard light, an old bulb hanging from a wire, would sway in the wind, casting flickering shadows. The

dim, oscillating light made Xie Shang’s features flash between light and dark, desire palpable in his eyes, pulling

and barely visible, as his gaze fixed on Wen Changling, “Didn't you have physical needs? I'm here, don’t you

want it now?”

She didn’t look at Xie Shang, refusing to be seduced, “Not anymore.”

“Miss Wen, you can’t do this.”

“I can do exactly this.”

Her chin was gently lifted by him, and in an instant, she caught a glimpse into his eyes, shiny and precious,

prettier than they should be. While she was still lost in his gaze, he leaned in to kiss her.

It was a possessive deep kiss, her breath completely swallowed.

He was a great kisser.

The temperature of her lips was initially a tad cool, but he asserted himself, transmitting moist heat to her, not

very gently, and even a bit wild and domineering, yet thrilling, exciting enough to leave one breathless, mind

blank.

As her face turned red from holding her breath, he would loosen up a bit, his hand cradling her nape, soothingly

stroking her heated skin, reminding her to breathe, then kissing her with light pecks. Once she caught her

breath, he began his assault again.

When he was disobedient and insubordinate, she found it difficult to take control.

A thought from Yueyue suddenly popped into her mind, “What's the big deal, it's not like getting back together,

just treat it like getting a free ride.”