“Mmh…”
The moment Ruan Qiaoqiao’s lips were sealed shut, her brain seemed to stop functioning altogether.
Fu Wenzhou’s kiss carried an overwhelming aggressiveness. His lips and tongue pressed down against hers, changing angles as he pried open her lips and tangled with the softness inside, possessively claiming every bit of sweetness.
As far as Ruan Qiaoqiao’s remaining memories were concerned, this was her first kiss.
And it was terrifying.
She felt as though all her breath had been stolen away by Fu Wenzhou. Her mouth was filled entirely with his scent, while her body grew weak and feverish, as though it were melting.
Just as her hands instinctively tried to wrap around his neck, the last trace of her rationality returned. She raised her hands and pushed against his shoulders, breathing unevenly.
“Fu Wenzhou…”
“Hm?” Though pushed slightly away, his lips naturally slid to the edge of her ear, his breath scorching hot. “What? You unwilling?”
Was this even about willingness?
She could barely breathe properly. Her dazed eyes were filled with confusion. “Didn’t they say you were injured… and couldn’t… couldn’t do that?”
“Ruan Qiaoqiao,” Fu Wenzhou’s eyes beneath the candlelight carried a teasing darkness, his husky voice laced with dangerous temptation. “Let me teach you something. Don’t look at what you shouldn’t look at. Don’t listen to what you shouldn’t hear. And don’t believe what you shouldn’t believe.”
Ruan Qiaoqiao’s mind buzzed.
Was that… a warning?
“Focus. Class has started.”
His lips captured hers once more.
But this time, the kiss didn’t last long. Soon, it trailed downward like sparks igniting a fire, burning through every place it touched.
Ruan Qiaoqiao could only cling to his neck helplessly as he continued to overwhelm her, and she couldn’t help thinking—
This actually… felt strangely good.
But very soon, when Fu Wenzhou reached the final step, she stopped laughing altogether.
Pain suddenly spread through her body, making her curl instinctively as she wrapped herself tightly around his neck.
“It hurts…”
Fu Wenzhou stiffened for a moment.
Then, as though realizing something, an unprecedented sense of pleasure rose within him.
His movements slowed as he kissed her again, soothing and comforting her while continuing patiently.
Only after the two gradually adjusted to each other did he finally relax completely, like a storm breaking free, fierce winds and torrential rain crashing down until everything eventually quieted.
Ruan Qiaoqiao was held in Fu Wenzhou’s arms, feeling his heavy breathing as he slowly adjusted his rhythm.
She was exhausted, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
As darkness swallowed her consciousness, she still vaguely thought—
Now that you’ve slept with me, you can’t silence me anymore. People should at least have principles…
Half-asleep, she vaguely felt someone turning her over and wiping her body gently with a warm towel.
The warmth beneath her made her slowly crack open her eyes, meeting Fu Wenzhou’s calm gaze.
“Did I wake you?”
The memory of the woods flashed through her mind, instantly making her more alert.
She had actually fallen asleep comfortably beside a man who might still kill her at any moment?
Her heart was really too big.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I was… thirsty. I’ll go drink some water.”
She sat up and climbed out of bed, but the moment she stood—
She immediately collapsed back down.
Her legs felt as though she had climbed Mount Tai and back.
Which bastard started the rumor that Fu Wenzhou was incapable?
Seeing her reaction, Fu Wenzhou chuckled in amusement. He set down the towel, walked to the desk, poured her a cup of water, and handed it over.
Ruan Qiaoqiao reached out to take it, but he instead brought the cup directly to her lips.
Not wanting to provoke him while she still hadn’t figured out how to deal with him, she obediently leaned forward and let him feed her water.
But before she finished drinking, the cup suddenly moved away.
Her lips instinctively followed the movement—
And the next second, Fu Wenzhou kissed her again.
One of his hands held the cup while the other threaded through her hair, holding the back of her head firmly as she instinctively leaned away.
Only when she was nearly deprived of oxygen did he finally release her, his gaze teasing.
“You’re afraid of me?”
“No.”
Fu Wenzhou said nothing.
His peach blossom eyes stared steadily at her beneath the moonlight. Though his gaze appeared gentle, she somehow felt darkness hidden underneath it, sending chills down her spine.
Ruan Qiaoqiao grew even more nervous.
“Um…”
“Your relationship with Su Mai wasn’t good?”
“Huh?” Why had the topic suddenly shifted to Su Mai?
Fu Wenzhou tapped a finger against the small bloodstain on the bedsheet.
“He never touched you.”
Even Ruan Qiaoqiao found that surprising. “I don’t remember the last three years, but I asked my best friend yesterday. According to her… probably not.”
“Then why marry him?”
“My friend said… he once saved my life.”
Fu Wenzhou spoke lazily, “Then I guess he was a blind man with some sense of justice.”
Ruan Qiaoqiao blinked. “What?”
Fu Wenzhou crooked a finger at her.
Thinking he wanted to whisper something, she leaned closer and tilted her ear toward him.
A pleased laugh escaped his nose as he leaned in and lightly flicked his tongue against her earlobe.
Every nerve in Ruan Qiaoqiao’s body instantly focused on that single spot. The warm, tingling sensation made her shiver violently.
Just as she turned to speak, Fu Wenzhou pushed her down onto the bed once more.
“Let me make one thing clear. I treat my own people very well. Remember that.”
So he meant that even if she had witnessed what happened that night, as long as she obediently stayed on his side, he wouldn’t harm her?
Before she could say anything, he swallowed all her words with another kiss, his hand slipping beneath her clothes.
Another storm quietly began.
Again and again.
By the final round, her mind was completely blank. She fell asleep instantly, and even when Fu Wenzhou got up afterward to clean her once more, she didn’t wake at all.
Summer heat drifted into the room through the windows.
Ruan Qiaoqiao slowly forced her eyes open.
Fu Wenzhou was already gone.
She checked the time—it was past nine.
The moment she sat up, her entire body ached and tingled. Her legs truly felt as though they had been torn apart.
But when she looked down at her still fair, spotless skin, she suddenly thought that the male leads in romance novels must all secretly grow strawberries for a living.
Every novel always described bodies covered in red and purple marks afterward. Did they suck hard enough to tear skin apart or something?
As she was thinking that, Fu Wenzhou walked back inside.
Seeing she was awake, his voice turned gentle and clear. “You’re awake? I cooked noodles. Get up and eat.”
Ruan Qiaoqiao stared at his face speechlessly.
Last night, when he was threatening her and practically shaking her apart until she could only cry and beg for mercy, there hadn’t been a trace of gentleness in his eyes.
Fu Wenzhou really was…
During the day, he looked like a refined gentleman.
At night, he became a savage beast.
Completely two-faced.