Mo Qingcheng's eyes seemed to burn with intensity as he approached Gu Shengsheng. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he took her hand, his touch sending sparks through her body.
"Shall we?" he asked, his voice low and husky, as he led her out of the bedroom and down the hallway.
Gu Shengsheng nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. What would dinner be like? Would she be expected to play the role of a perfect wife?
As they descended the staircase, Gu Shengsheng caught sight of the dining room. The table was set with fine china and crystal glasses, and the room was filled with the delicious aroma of roasted meat.
Mo Qingcheng led her to the table, pulling out her chair for her. Gu Shengsheng sat down, feeling a sense of awkwardness as Mo Qingcheng took his seat across from her.
The dinner conversation was stilted, with Mo Qingcheng asking her questions about her past and Gu Shengsheng struggling to respond. She felt like she was walking on eggshells, unsure of what to say or do.
As the dinner drew to a close, Mo Qingcheng pushed his chair back and stood up. "I believe it's time for us to retire for the night," he said, his eyes locked onto hers.
Gu Shengsheng felt a surge of nervousness. What did he plan for tonight? And what did he expect from her?
Mo Qingcheng offered his hand to Gu Shengsheng, helping her up from her seat. She felt a jolt of electricity as their palms touched, and she couldn't help but wonder what the night had in store for her.
As they walked out of the dining room, Mo Qingcheng led her back to the staircase. Gu Shengsheng's heart was racing with anticipation and nerves. What would happen when they reached the bedroom?
Mo Qingcheng pushed open the bedroom door, and Gu Shengsheng stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles illuminating the space. The bed seemed to loom before her, and Gu Shengsheng felt a surge of anxiety.
Mo Qingcheng closed the door behind them, and Gu Shengsheng heard the sound of the lock clicking into place. She felt trapped, unsure of what to do or say.
Mo Qingcheng turned to her, his eyes burning with intensity. "You're my wife now," he said, his voice low and husky. "And I expect you to act like it."
Gu Shengsheng felt a shiver run down her spine as Mo Qingcheng approached her. What did he mean? Did he plan to touch her?