93: Skin Thirst Actor Forced Love 3

After an intense and satisfying session, the two lay for a long time.

Wen Ci tried to get up to wash herself, but Shen Ji immediately pulled her back.

"Where are you going?" His voice was hoarse, and his arm tightened around her.

Wen Ci chuckled, her fingertips caressing his taut jaw: "Mr. Shen, I just wanted to go wash up."

Shen Ji stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath him, his hot breath caressing her neck: "Call my name."

"Shen Ji..." She had just opened her mouth when he fiercely kissed her again.

"No, not anymore... Shen Ji..."

The kiss was forceful, Shen Ji's tongue pried open her teeth, wantonly plundering her breath, until Wen Ci gasped and pushed him away, and only then did he reluctantly release her.

"Don't leave my sight," he commanded, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice tinged with a pathological possessiveness.

Wen Ci looked into his dark eyes, where a nearly insane possessiveness surged.

Instead of being afraid, she proactively wrapped her arms around his neck: "Okay."

This answer seemed to please Shen Ji. He lowered his head and bit her collarbone, leaving a distinct mark: "This is a mark."

Wen Ci whimpered in pain, yet indulgently ruffled his hair: "Childish."

Shen Ji narrowed his eyes, about to say something, when footsteps suddenly sounded outside the office.

Wen Ci pushed him away, "We should get up, someone's here."

Shen Ji frowned displeasedly but still released his grip.

But he didn't fully let go; instead, he began to actively tidy Wen Ci's clothes, only to find that her shirt buttons had been torn off by him last night.

"Wear mine." Shen Ji took a black shirt from the wardrobe for her to change into, his gaze fixed on her the entire time.

Wen Ci blushed, the oversized shirt covering her, its hem just reaching her thighs, emanating Shen Ji's unique cool scent.

"Come here." Shen Ji sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to her.

As Wen Ci approached, he pulled her onto his lap. Shen Ji buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, greedily like an addict craving drugs: "Ci Ci, you smell so good..."

Outside the door, Assistant Xiao Lin's voice sounded: "Director Shen? Are you inside? There's a script discussion at ten."

Shen Ji responded impatiently but held Wen Ci tightly, refusing to let go.

Wen Ci helplessly cupped his face: "Shen Ji, hold me again tonight, okay?"

"All day." Shen Ji frowned in dissatisfaction, "I want to be able to touch you all day."

Just as Wen Ci was about to answer, Shen Ji had already picked up his phone and dialed the HR department: "Transfer Wen Ci from the screenwriting department to my personal assistant position, immediately."

"Mr. Shen..." Wen Ci smiled and kissed his lips, "Isn't this a bit against the rules..."

Shen Ji hung up the phone, his thumb caressing her lips: "Here, I am the rule."

His gaze was dangerous and captivating, Wen Ci's heart raced, and she could no longer utter a word of rebuttal.

"Now," Shen Ji stood up, slowly fastening his cufflinks, "Ci Ci will come to the meeting with me, sit next to me, don't look at anyone else, don't talk to anyone else."

Wen Ci smiled and nodded gently: "Mhm."

Shen Ji's lips curved in satisfaction, and he took her hand, leading her out of the lounge.

The moment he opened the door, the tenderness on his face instantly receded, and he reverted to the cold and aloof Director Shen.

The conference room was already full of people.

When Shen Ji walked in, holding Wen Ci's hand, everyone showed surprised expressions, especially when they saw the clearly masculine shirt on Wen Ci.

"Sit here." Shen Ji pointed to the seat next to him, his voice soft but undeniable.

Wen Ci sat down with her head lowered, feeling the scrutinizing gazes from all directions. Shen Ji was very assertive and proactive, one hand firmly gripping her wrist under the table, his thumb idly caressing her pulse.

After the meeting began, Chen Ming, the head of the screenwriting team, was explaining the new script.

Wen Ci noticed a few logical issues in the plot and instinctively wanted to raise her hand to speak, but Shen Ji secretly pinched her palm.

"Don't talk to other men," he whispered into her ear, his warm breath caressing her earlobe, "You only need to look at me."

Wen Ci's ear tips flushed, so she obediently sat still. However, when Chen Ming mentioned the need to add a passionate scene, Shen Ji suddenly spoke coldly: "Delete it."

Chen Ming was stunned: "Director Shen, this is for box office considerations..."

"I said, delete it." Shen Ji's voice dropped to an icy point, "My movies don't need such vulgar gimmicks."

The conference room was silent.

Wen Ci, however, was even more moved, because this was also what she wanted to say.

She quietly looked at Shen Ji, only to find that his jawline was extremely taut, and a terrifying undercurrent surged in his eyes. So she subtly placed her hand on the back of his hand and gently squeezed it.

Miraculously, Shen Ji's tense muscles relaxed slightly.

He turned his hand, intertwined his fingers with hers, and continued to listen to the report with a cold face.

After the meeting, Shen Ji was called by the producer for a talk.

He frowned, looking at Wen Ci, his eyes filled with both reluctance and tenderness, "Wait for me here."

Wen Ci nodded, and only let out a long breath after watching him walk away.

She was about to go get a glass of water when Wang Meng, a colleague from the screenwriting team, stopped her.

"Screenwriter Wen," Wang Meng's eyes sparkled, "You and Director Shen have such a good relationship. Are you two a couple? I've never seen Shen Da Ying Di be so intimate with a girl before, you're amazing."

Wen Ci gave her a gentle smile, and just as she was about to say something, a bony hand suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind.

Shen Ji had returned at some point, his gaze focused on Wen Ci, not even glancing at Wang Meng in front of him.

Wang Meng instantly looked like she had hit the jackpot, quickly gave Wen Ci an 'I understand' gesture, then smiled and slipped away, no longer wanting to be a third wheel.

Seeing Wen Ci still smiling at someone else, her gaze not on him, Shen Ji immediately turned Wen Ci around, his eyes full of possessive scrutiny: "What were you just talking about? Did she touch you? Did she say anything that made you unhappy? If she did, I'll fire her immediately."

Wen Ci was amused by his nervousness and shook her head, "No, we were just chatting..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Ji grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a nearby storage room.

In the cramped space, Shen Ji pressed her against the door, his breathing heavy: "What did she say?"

Seeing Wen Ci just smiling at him without speaking, Shen Ji pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes: "Don't lie to me."

"She just asked if we were a couple, saying that Shen Da Ying Di has never been so intimate with any other girl, so is that true, Shen Da Ying Di?" Wen Ci smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

After hearing this, Shen Ji's eyes surged with dark currents: "That's right, Ci Ci, you are mine, understand? From the inside out, every inch of you belongs only to me."

Wen Ci was stunned by his pathological possessiveness, yet strangely felt a thrill.

She actively wrapped her arms around Shen Ji's waist, pressing her face against his chest: "I know, Shen Ji, you also belong to me, only to me, do you understand?"

Shen Ji's body stiffened for a moment, then he held her even tighter, as if to meld her into his bones and blood: "Ci Ci, of course I belong to you, so don't look at anyone else, don't pay attention to anyone else... only need me, okay?"