Chapter 161: Taking the Initiative
"Hmm?"
His casual, light chuckle carried an underlying, lingering undertone.
Gu Zhenzhi pinched the girl's chin. "You still want a polyandrous marriage?"
Ruan Cha deftly dodged Gu Zhenzhi's hand, a faint, secret smile playing at the corners of her lips as she picked up a small bowl of congee from the side table. "Is there a problem? Who was it that kept being so stubborn before, insisting they didn't like me? Since you disliked me so much, my having multiple husbands is none of your business!"
The girl's eyes were dark and clear, seemingly shimmering with scattered starlight.
Though she spoke deliberately to provoke Gu Zhenzhi, she couldn't suppress her sweet smiles, her eyes brimming with mirth.
"Me, stubborn?"
Hearing the girl's words, Gu Zhenzhi's deep, magnetic voice dropped a notch. Pinching her chin again, he turned her averted face back toward him. "It's not like we haven't tried. How would you know if I'm stubborn or not?"
That ambiguous tone brushed against her ear, sending a subtle shudder through Ruan Cha's heart.
The sensation of kissing Gu Zhenzhi flashed through her mind. Her mind had gone completely blank then, leaving her aware only of her own intense nervousness. As for what Gu Zhenzhi's lips actually felt like, she couldn't recall a single detail...
Ruan Cha's gaze drifted blankly for a few seconds before her bright eyes seemed to catch fire.
With reddened earlobes, she stared infatuatedly at Gu Zhenzhi's thin lips.
The next second, she leaned forward on her own accord—
His deep, pitch-black eyes flickered slightly.
Gu Zhenzhi's fingers, hanging loosely by his side, curled up unconsciously.
His cool, pale, exquisite features froze for a few seconds.
The girl's fresh, sweet scent was within arm's reach.
Gu Zhenzhi lowered his gaze, his repressed emotions deepening by a fraction.
He pulled the girl tighter into his arms, as if he wanted to knead her very being into his bones...
Night fell.
Ruan Cha lay in bed, her eyes wide open and bright.
Staring at the ceiling.
After tossing and turning for half an hour, she still couldn't fall asleep.
It was as if Gu Zhenzhi had cast a spell on her; ever since she returned to her bedroom, her mind was filled with nothing but his face. She kept turning over and over, unable to shake it off...
Ruan Cha pinched her cheek in internal conflict, unable to help her vexation.
To put things in perspective, the last time someone had caused her this much exhausting trouble and endless rumination was when she was trying to get that tricky man, Helin, under her control...
Fortunately, though, the outcome had been good.
Ruan Cha thought for a while longer, calming down to ponder the plot of the novel. Next in line should have been the storyline where Gu Zhenzhi imprisoned her, but her current relationship with Gu Zhenzhi had clearly deviated from the book's trajectory.
In the book, the original host had harbored lingering feelings for Gu Jiayan, triggering Gu Zhenzhi's possessiveness. Framed by Ruan Wei, her rendezvous with Gu Jiayan was caught red-handed, prompting Gu Zhenzhi to lock her away immediately.
At this thought, a strange sensation crept into Ruan Cha's mind.
Why had her plot completely veered off course without being yanked back onto the established timeline? According to the book, Ruan Wei was supposed to constantly trample Ruan Cha underfoot, yet now, due to various reasons, it seemed everything had ceased to align with the novel at all.
And there was one more crucial point.
Ruan Cha had transmigrated into this book for over a dozen years, blending in so naturally that she had never felt a single trace of anomaly.
It was as if this body and this identity had been exclusively created for her alone...
Thinking this and that, Ruan Cha's mind was in utter chaos.
Deciding to give up, she sat straight up in bed, clutched her little quilt, and hopped out of bed. Without even putting on her shoes, she opened the door and pattered quickly over to the door of Gu Zhenzhi's bedroom.