Wild Crazy Male Lead's Forced Love, You Don't Want, I Want!

91: Thirsty Skin Actor Forced Love 1The office was pitch black.

Shen Ji was half-kneeling on the ground, his slender fingers gripping the edge of the sofa tightly, his knuckles white, and the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He was burning hot, sweat soaking his shirt, his breathing heavy like a trapped beast on the verge of death.

His dermatillomania, which always tormented him but could never be resolved, had flared up again.

This condition was like a drug addiction; when it acted up, every inch of his skin screamed for touch, yet he loathed the contact of strangers.

Contradictions tore at him, and the pain was almost driving him mad.

In the darkness, he gritted his teeth, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, clinging to his pale skin.

Just as he was about to give in.

“Knock, knock.”

A knock sounded at the door.

Shen Ji sharply lifted his head, a hint of violence flashing in his blood-red eyes.

Who the hell was bothering him at this hour?!

He had just told his assistant to clear the area.

The door was pushed open, and moonlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling window, outlining a slender figure.

“Hello, Mr. Shen, I’m Wen Ci, the new screenwriter.

A teacher asked me to deliver a script to you.”

Her sweet voice was like a splash of ice water, instantly extinguishing the burning flames within him.

Shen Ji’s breathing hitched, and he looked up in disbelief.

This kind of relief, he had never experienced before.

In the moonlight, the woman stood at the doorway, holding a stack of documents, her long hair softly draped over her shoulders, her eyes as clear as a spring.

Even in the dark, her beauty and alluring figure were evident.

More importantly, her voice and her scent could actually alleviate his agonizing dermatillomania.

Then, what about more touch?

His heart gave a violent lurch.

Shen Ji instantly realized that this woman was his medicine.

The medicine he had to have.

Shen Ji rose almost instantly and strode towards her.

The beautiful woman’s eyes widened slightly, and she took half a step back, but he grabbed her wrist, slammed the door shut with a “bang,” and pinned her against the door.

“Mr… Mr. Shen…?”

Wen Ci’s breathing was slightly erratic as she looked up at him.

His tall body enveloped her, his hot breath fanning her neck with intense aggression.

He lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, his voice hoarse beyond words:

“Don’t move.”

The next second, he pulled her into his arms, tightening his embrace as if to meld her into his flesh and blood.

Wen Ci let out a soft hum but didn’t struggle.

Shen Ji closed his eyes, sighing contentedly.

It felt so good.

Her body was soft and cool; the moment their skin touched, the tormenting heat and pain receded like a tide.

He couldn’t help but bury his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, greedily drawing in a faint, mysterious, delicate fragrance from her.

This was a scent Shen Ji had never smelled before.

Yet it captivated him so deeply.

“Wen Ci…” he whispered her name, his fingertips trembling slightly, “Don’t be afraid, just let me hold you for a while.”

He was afraid of scaring her, yet he couldn’t control his desire to be close.

However, to his surprise.

Wen Ci didn’t push him away.

She gently raised her hands, wrapped them around his waist, and even leaned into his embrace, her voice soft: “Mr. Shen, I’m not afraid, you can hold me for as long as you like.”

Shen Ji’s body tensed, and he looked down at her.

In the moonlight, her eyes sparkled, filled with an emotion he couldn’t decipher.

“Why?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse, with a slight tremor.

Anyone might be afraid when faced with such suddenness, not to mention his personality had always been difficult, which everyone knew, so most people naturally kept their distance from him, feeling an instinctive fear.

But Wen Ci didn’t.

She even tilted her head slightly, revealing her exquisite and beautiful face, and smiled at him: “Because I’m your fan, Mr. Shen, I like you very much.”

—Like.

These two words exploded like a bomb in Shen Ji’s mind.

Shen Ji’s breathing suddenly became erratic, his eyes swirling with intense desire.

He had heard countless ’likes’ over the years, from all sorts of people, but not a single one had ever made his cold heart vibrate.

Only the woman before him.

His fingertips couldn’t help but gently lift to caress her cheek, almost obsessively stroking her delicate skin, his voice so low it was almost a plea:

“Stay, be my personal assistant, okay?”

Wen Ci blinked, her peach blossom eyes incredibly beautiful.

She nodded, “Okay, Mr. Shen.”

Watching her clean, innocent eyes filled only with him, watching her show no fear of him, even embracing him proactively, watching her so obediently agree to his sudden request.

Shen Ji’s heart was struck hard again.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and the physiological response that had arisen from the embrace showed no sign of subsiding; it was growing more intense.

He was no longer satisfied with such simple touch.

He wanted more.

The heat on the surface of his body had subsided, but a deeper heat surged from within.

This was a surging desire that only Wen Ci before him could alleviate.

Shen Ji’s deep, hoarse voice sounded, asking a question he himself hadn’t even realized.

“Can I kiss you?”

The question echoed in the dark, silent office, and he clearly saw a hint of shyness flash in Wen Ci’s eyes, a sudden surge of panic and nervousness rising in his heart.

Would she think he was too frivolous and rude?

But he really couldn’t control himself.

Facing her, his self-control, which he had always been so proud of, seemed to instantly crumble.

Wen Ci was indeed shy for a moment, but only for a moment.

She then noticed the nervousness and fear in Shen Ji’s eyes, looking at his handsome face, unmatched in the entire entertainment industry, and the lean, powerful abdominal muscles she had just embraced in her palms.

Her heart stirred, and then she stood on tiptoe, lightly pecked him on the lips.

“Okay.”

This kiss completely shattered Shen Ji’s reason and his chaotic thoughts.

His eyes darkened, and he abruptly cupped the back of her head, kissing her fiercely.

“Mmm…” Wen Ci let out a soft whimper, forced back by his dominant kiss, her back hitting the door.

Shen Ji’s kiss was fierce and urgent, his tongue prying open her teeth, wantonly plundering her breath.

He was like a young man new to intimacy, a bit clumsy but trying hard to control himself, one arm around Wen Ci’s waist, the other tangled in her hair, holding her securely in his embrace.

When they separated, Wen Ci’s cheeks were flushed, her lips moist, and she called his name breathlessly: “Mr. Shen…”

Shen Ji panted softly, his thumb tracing her lip corner, his voice dangerous: “Call me by my name.”

“…Shen Ji.”

His eyes deepened, and he scooped her up into his arms, striding towards the lounge inside the office.

Wen Ci was placed on the bed, her long hair fanning out like a blooming flower.

Shen Ji leaned over her, his fingertips unbuttoning the first button of her shirt, his voice hoarse:

“Do you know what’s going to happen next?”

Wen Ci looked at him, nodding gently, her eyes filled with an alluring shimmer: “I know.”

“Are you scared?”

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head to kiss his Adam’s apple, smiling gently and seductively:

“No.”

Shen Ji’s reason completely collapsed.

He lowered his head and kissed her, his fingertips sliding down her waistline, removing the hindering clothing.

Moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the intertwined figures on the bed.

That night was long and passionate.