The 99th Divorce

Chapter 1832 - This Lady Won’t Do (1)

Chapter 1832: This Lady Won’t Do (1)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ye Qianqian jumped out of her skin and quickly took a step back, but she wasn’t fast enough. Shen Zhilie wrapped her in his arms and began to nibble her.

“Oh... Oh...” Ye Qianqian struggled and tried to resist, but Shen Zhilie had her securely in his arms as he pinned her onto the bed with his body.

“You...” Ye Qianqian finally managed to catch a breath of air, but before she could say more, her lips were locked in his once again.

Shen Zhilie’s upper body was clean and bare. He spread her legs apart and crushed her beneath him as he smothered her neck with lustful kisses.

Ye Qianqian raised her face toward him and fought to catch her breath. Her hand was resting on his back. With a gentle smack, she said, “Your... parents are outside. This is bad...”

He fastened his lips to her jaw, and in-between sucking he mumbled, “They won’t come in.”

Ye Qianqian threaded her fingers through his hair. Her breathing was unsteady as she admonished, “Shower!”

“I’m not complaining.” Between his sentences, Shen Zhilie had already reached under her dress to unhook her brassiere. “I don’t care how long it’s been since the last shower.”

“Well, I do!”

“It’s too late for that. You can’t get rid of me now.” Shen Zhilie’s voice was deep and hoarse. As he whispered his words into her ear, she could feel his breath brush against her skin.

Ye Qianqian’s body was trembling from need, and she reveled in his touch and ministrations. Shen Zhilie’s slightly roughened hands caressed her under her clothing as he eagerly pressed into her.

Ye Qianqian could keenly feel his presence. Her face reddened, and her heart beat wildly. They were in his home! If any of his family members discovered them, would they judge her as licentious?

Shen Zhilie couldn’t care less. He unzipped her dress at the back and slowly peeled the garment off her. The slow reveal of her fair skin made his blood pump.

Knock! Knock!

A knocking sound came from the door. Shen Zhilie froze mid-action, and Ye Qianqian’s body stiffened. The both of them looked toward the door in unison, and Ye Qianqian felt as if her heart were about to jump out of her chest. She pushed him away in a single sweep and quickly sat up to readjust her clothing.

Shen Zhilie called out in displeasure, “Who is it?”

“Your grandmother!”

The tone of the answerer was extremely aggressive, and Ye Qianqian almost burst out laughing. Why did she sound as if she were scolding someone?

When Shen Zhilie saw the expression on Ye Qianqian’s face, he nibbled on her lip in exasperation before rearranging his pants and walking toward the door.

Ye Qianqian quickly hid herself and quickly put on her undergarments.

When Shen Zhilie opened the door, Granny Shen was standing in the doorway with a very displeased expression on her face.

Shen Zhilie’s heart skipped a beat. He looked at the old lady and raised his brows as he asked, “Grandma, what’s wrong?”

“Where’s the lady?”

“She’s inside. What’s going on?” A sense of foreboding came over Shen Zhilie.

Likewise, a sense of foreboding rose within Ye Qianqian, and she quickly emerged. Old Mrs. Shen looked at her and immediately grabbed her hand. The sudden action startled Ye Qianqian, and she asked in shock, “Grandma, what’s going on?”

Shen Zhilie held onto Ye Qianqian immediately and exclaimed, “Grandma, what are you doing?”

“Let me look at your hand again.”

Ye Qianqain was feeling very uneasy as she slowly stuck her palm out.

“Left hand for the guy, right hand for the girl. Let me see your right hand.”

Ye Qianqian’s heartbeat quickened, and she stuck her right palm out.

Shen Zhilie’s brows knitted together in consternation, and he pulled Ye Qianqian’s hand back in annoyance. He said, “Grandma, I’ve said this many times! Don’t believe in these superstitions! What on earth have you heard now?”

“What do you mean by ‘what have I heard now?’ How is this a superstition? This is the art of divination that was passed down from our ancestors! It’s not a superstition!”