Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: I’m doing things like this, what face do I need?

Lin Zhiyi’s skin on the back of her hand was scalded, and she instinctively pulled away, but the man held on even tighter.

His grip seemed as if he wanted to crush her.

She frowned and struggled, about to speak, when she saw the gauze on the man’s palm.

She paused for a moment, then looked up, crashing into the depths of the man’s pitch-black eyes.

The light was warm, falling on the corners of his eyes, yet failing to soften them.

Lin Zhiyi looked at him directly, "Third Young Master, is there anything else? If the Gong Family insists on me enduring the remaining nine lashes, I can go back now, as long as I can leave the Gong Family."

"Do you have to speak to me like this?"

Gong Chen looked at her, his cool voice suppressing an indefinable emotion. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

Lin Zhiyi sneered, "Are we familiar, Third Young Master?"

She coldly averted her eyes from Gong Chen, wanting to distance herself far from him.

Gong Chen watched Lin Zhiyi, who was indifferently avoiding him, his restrained and enduring expression suddenly becoming stormy.

He even forgot the promise he had made to Sang Li.

Anyone could treat him like this, he didn’t care, but she was the exception!

He couldn’t do it!

Lin Zhiyi tried to step back, but suddenly felt a tightening around her waist, and her body was pulled into the man’s embrace.

Half of his face buried in her hair, his scorching breath tingling her hair strands, leaving her feeling unbearably ticklish.

She turned her face away, not wanting to look at him.

Gong Chen slightly pulled away, his fingers resting on her chin, the tips still carrying the scent of tobacco.

His presence felt like a brand upon her skin, familiar to the extent that she couldn’t escape it even if she held her breath.

Gong Chen slowly leaned closer to Lin Zhiyi’s face, his eyes flickering as he pinched her chin.

"Your ears are red."

Lin Zhiyi instinctively raised her hand to cover her ears.

Suddenly, the man before her curled his lips.

She then understood he had said it on purpose.

"Third Young Master, what do you mean by this? I have amnesia, please don’t do things that lead to misunderstandings."

Lin Zhiyi furiously tried to pull his hand away, but he controlled her wrist, lifting her entire body.

She had no choice but to stand on her tiptoes, bringing her even closer to him.

So close that their breaths intertwined, a slight movement would bring their noses together.

Yet, whether it was an illusion or not, Lin Zhiyi felt like he was smiling.

He said solemnly, "Lin Zhiyi, whether you have amnesia or you have left the Gong Family, no matter who you are or where you are, if I want you, you can’t escape, even if you are as stubborn as a mule, I will lead you back."

"Who is a mule! You are the mule! You are shameless! You have no decency!" Lin Zhiyi cursed loudly.

"I’m already doing this, what need do I have for decency?" Gong Chen replied promptly.

"You..."

Lin Zhiyi was at a loss for words, only able to glare at him furiously.

Suddenly, she frowned, showing a pained expression.

"It hurts."

Gong Chen narrowed his eyes and said lowly, "Lin Zhiyi, your acting can deceive anyone but me."

Lin Zhiyi’s heart skipped a beat, about to retort, but he then released her hand.

She quickly pushed him away, retreating to the bed.

Normally, if facing Gong Chen, even using all her strength she might not be able to move him.

Unexpectedly, today she easily escaped.

Instead, Gong Chen actually stepped back.

Seeing this, Chen Jin approached anxiously, "Third Young Master, your..."

Gong Chen’s expression turned stern, cutting him off, "It’s nothing, give her the thing."

Chen Jin, seeing his clenched fist and the fine sweat on his neck, quickly stepped forward to shield him, giving him time to recover.

"Miss Lin, this is made by the chef of the Gong Family."

Lin Zhiyi’s attention was drawn to the thermos in front of her, suspiciously asking, "What is this?"

Chen Jin opened the lid, and inside, the steam rose from the fermented glutinous rice balls.

Smelling the aroma, Lin Zhiyi’s eyes suddenly fixed, a surge of indescribable emotions welling up in her.

A few steps away, that cool and distinguished man stood under the light, his burning gaze fixed on her.