Halfway through the meal, he suddenly realized that Su Ran beside him hadn’t eaten anything at all.
Shen Zui paused, slowly raising his head to look at Su Ran. Suddenly, the crab in his hand didn’t seem so appetizing anymore.
Shen Zui nervously swallowed.
“You… why aren’t you eating?”
Hearing this, Su Ran lifted his gaze, his tone as light as if he were discussing the most ordinary matter.
“Why am I not eating?”
He chuckled leisurely.
“Of course, it’s because I poisoned the food.”
“You know, our Su family runs a pharmaceutical company.”
Shen Zui: “?”
The air fell silent for a moment, and Shen Zui’s face paled almost instantly.
Su Ran watched his terrified expression, as if his soul were about to flee, and suddenly let out a low, muffled laugh.
“Darling, what are you afraid of?”
He propped his chin on his hand, looking at Shen Zui with a hint of ambiguous amusement in his eyes.
“I like you so much. Don’t worry, I was just teasing you.”
Shen Zui: “…”
He swallowed hard.
What was he afraid of?
He was afraid Su Ran was actually capable of doing such a thing!
These male supporting characters in the book were all insane, acting without any logic, and it wasn’t as if they hadn’t tried to kill him before.
It was just that the original host was lucky enough to escape each time.
Su Ran, however, acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to place the freshly picked crab roe into Shen Zui’s plate.
“Eat up,” he said.
His tone was excessively gentle.
If you don’t eat well…
How will you manage later?
Shen Zui looked at the crab roe on his plate and suddenly felt like crying. At this point, did he dare to eat it?
Just as Shen Zui was struggling with his thoughts, an unusual warmth began to surge from deep within his body, growing increasingly noticeable and scorching.
So hot.
Why was it so hot?
Shen Zui’s breathing gradually became somewhat rapid, and a faint blush slowly spread across his cheeks.
He hadn’t yet realized what was happening, but Su Ran, sitting beside him, had already noticed everything clearly.
He stared at Shen Zui’s gradually reddening face, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.
Then, unable to resist, he extended the tip of his tongue, lightly licking the corner of his lips, his gaze slowly darkening.
So adorable. I wonder if he’ll blush when he’s making love?
At that moment, Su Ran deliberately reached out, his slender fingers gently resting on Shen Zui’s thigh, his fingertips idly tracing a line.
With just that light touch, Shen Zui’s body trembled violently.
Su Ran lowered his gaze slightly. So sensitive?
“Su… Su Ran! What are you doing?”
Already feeling overheated, Shen Zui had taken off his jacket, his sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, with a light sheen of sweat on his collarbone and neck.
Su Ran tilted his head, his doll-like face now carrying a somewhat alluring smile.
“Darling, I’m seducing you.”
His tone was matter-of-fact. “Didn’t I say it before? I like you.”
Shen Zui couldn’t help but wonder if this guy was taking his role too seriously. Just then, he saw Su Ran reach out and pick up a box from the nearby stool.
Shen Zui had noticed the box when he entered the room, assuming it was clothes Su Ran had bought, as the packaging looked like it was from a formalwear brand.
“What’s this?”
Su Ran didn’t answer immediately, only smiling as a faint blush rose to his cheeks, making him look somewhat shy.
Yet the look he directed at Shen Zui was startlingly direct, almost completely unconcealing that possessiveness.
“It’s a wedding dress.”
Shen Zui was already feeling a bit thirsty from the heat and was holding a teacup to drink.
The next second.
“Pfft!”
He spat out the entire mouthful of water.
“Cough, cough, cough… What did you say?”
As if he had long anticipated this reaction, Su Ran leisurely opened the box, leaving Shen Zui utterly stunned.
Inside the box, the wedding dress was absurdly sheer, almost like a layer of translucent gauze, adorned with several tiny bells that would emit delicate, crisp sounds with the slightest movement.
Shen Zui stared at the thing for a long time, his mind filled with only two thoughts.
Is this fucking a wedding dress?
Isn’t this clearly lingerie?
Watching Shen Zui’s shocked, speechless expression, Su Ran’s excitement only grew more intense.
He asked softly, “Darling, don’t you like it?”
Shen Zui instinctively sized Su Ran up from head to toe, his gaze lingering on the slender, tall figure, and couldn’t help but retort:
“Wait, isn’t this wedding dress… a bit too big?”
Su Ran simply looked at him.
The next moment, he deliberately released his pheromones, the scent slowly spreading like an invisible net, gradually enveloping Shen Zui entirely. Soon, Shen Zui was covered in his scent.
Shen Zui himself felt nothing unusual, still looking at Su Ran, completely unaware of the danger slowly approaching.
Su Ran leaned in slightly, his voice low as if whispering coaxingly in his ear.
“Not too big.”
He stared into Shen Zui’s eyes, the corners of his lips slowly curling up.
“Just right.”
The next moment, Su Ran suddenly reached out and firmly grasped Shen Zui’s wrist.
Before Shen Zui could react, he saw Su Ran press his hand directly against his own abdomen.
The moment his palm made contact, the firm, warm sensation transmitted through the thin fabric, and Shen Zui’s face flushed bright red in an instant.
He felt both embarrassed and annoyed, yet forced himself to appear calm.
Stay calm, stay calm.
He’s a scumbag, after all.
What’s the big deal about touching some abs?
Su Ran looked down at him, a faint, elusive smile playing on his lips, his tone ambiguous and casual: “Darling, how is it?”
Shen Zui coughed tactically, trying hard to pull his hand back while feigning disdain on his face.
“Just average.”
He pursed his lips, his tone stiff. “Only six-pack. Not as good to touch as Songyue’s eight-pack.”
This was pure bravado.
In reality, aside from lying obediently in bed with Jiang Songyue on their wedding night, the two had been sleeping in separate rooms for the past three months.
Forget abs—he hadn’t even taken a proper look at Jiang Songyue’s upper body more than a few times.
As for his previous visits to the male model club, that was purely an act. Shen Zui always pretended to be an experienced player, but in truth, he hardly dared to let his eyes wander, afraid that looking too much would give him away.
But when these words reached Su Ran’s ears, the emotion in his eyes darkened slightly. Seeing Shen Zui’s guilty expression, his smile deepened, instantly seeing through Shen Zui’s pretense.
“Is that so?”
Su Ran chuckled softly but didn’t release Shen Zui’s hand. Instead, he pressed it back against his abdomen, even deliberately tightening his muscles a little.
The lines instantly became more defined.
By now, Shen Zui was feeling somewhat dazed.
He lowered his head slightly, almost leaning close to Shen Zui’s ear, his voice carrying a hint of danger: “Then touch a little longer, maybe—”
Su Ran chuckled softly.
“You’ll find mine even more pleasant to touch.”