Chaptеr 2: Аn Ambiguous Еmbracе, Рrеssеd Сlоse tо Нim
Тhe mаn’s arm hеld her waist with firm strеngth.
Нis voiсe саrriеd a sеduсtive, grаvеllу tехturе, аnd his deеp, rеsоnant baritone оncе agаin sеnt shivеrs thrоugh her eаrs.
Though tightlу wrаррed in а suit that еxuded rеstrаint, it соuldn’t сonсeal the роwеrful risе аnd fall of his chеst.
With еаch brеath, it gеntly prеssеd аgаinst her deliсаte pаlm.
It was simplу…
Тоо temрting.
Qiаo Zhiyang’s cheeks flushed unсontrоllаblу.
Воrn into а wealthy fаmily in Нong Кong, shе had always been strictly sheltered within the confines of her upbringing.
She had never experienced such an intimate gesture with a man before.
Moreover, the other party was an unattainable figure in the capital’s elite circles and someone she deeply respected as an elder.
Just as the Little Lamb was at a loss, the man standing before her lowered his gaze.
His dark eyes, which had grown increasingly intense, took advantage of her reluctance to meet his gaze, letting his unmistakably improper stare fall upon her once again through the thin lenses of his glasses.
At nineteen, the girl’s youthful innocence had gradually faded, giving way to a more refined and delicate charm.
Her skin was as smooth as jade, her eyes clear and bright, her soft hair framing her cheeks, and a delicate pearl hairpin tucked neatly behind one ear.
She wore an elegant, translucent aqua-blue qipao, its soft fabric outlining her slender, graceful waistline—
so slender that his broad palm could easily encircle it.
Nervous and shy, her entire face was flushed with an alluring rosy hue, like a tender, dewy Little Rose.
Innocent yet captivating.
It made one… want to tease her.
So much so that it was driving him nearly mad…
The sweet fragrance in his arms ensnared his reason like poison. Cen Zhou’s breath faltered, and his gaze shifted away almost hastily, as if in retreat.
Such warmth and softness were truly a lethal blade.
Instantly shattering his self-control.
He let out a silent, self-mocking laugh.
He had once thought that after enduring for so long, he could effortlessly suppress his desires.
But now he realized it was indeed a challenge.
Outside, the bodyguards had already searched the area once but still found no trace of her. The entire team was on the verge of panic.
“We’ve already checked here, but the young lady isn’t here.”
“Strange, where could she have gone?”
They scanned the bustling airport, their faces etched with worry.
Something wasn’t right.
In just a short while, given the young lady’s stamina, she shouldn’t have been able to go far.
“Let’s search over there. She must still be nearby.”
“Yes.”
Qiao Zhiyang remained quietly nestled in Cen Zhou’s embrace.
Her view was entirely occupied by the tall man before her, leaving her to rely on her ears to discern the voices outside.
Unable to bear the tension, she cautiously lifted her head and stole a glance outward.
Sensing the girl’s unease in his arms, Cen Zhou gently patted her slender back, his voice clear and soothing. “Don’t be afraid. Stay close to me.”
As he spoke, she could feel the vibration of his chest against her palm, the firmness of his muscles radiating a powerful sense of security.
He leaned down, his broad shoulders enveloping her, his deep, ocean-like eyes filled with reassurance as he gazed at her gently.
Her senses were filled with the clean, pleasant scent of oud emanating from him.
It inexplicably brought her peace.
As if with him by her side, even if discovered, they could overcome any adversity.
A warmth spread through Qiao Zhiyang’s heart.
All the anxiety that had gripped her moments earlier miraculously began to fade away.She lifted her bright eyes, looking at him gratefully.
Just now, she had been immersed in nervousness, but now,
upon closer inspection,
she clearly realized how significant the size difference between them truly was.
Her height was exactly 166 centimeters, yet she only reached his chest.
Being held by him felt like being enveloped by a towering mountain, overflowing with a sense of explosive sexual tension.
Qiao Zhiyang’s gaze involuntarily fell on his suit.
She suddenly found it somewhat obstructive.
An impulse surged within her—to tear it open,
to explore whether what lay beneath was as overwhelmingly sexy as she imagined…
Wait!!!
What! Was! She! Thinking!!!
These strange thoughts in her mind needed to retreat, retreat, retreat!!!
The allure of the man before her was too tempting, and Qiao Zhiyang, unable to withstand it, quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks heating up rapidly.
She hurriedly began chanting in her heart.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
He was her best friend’s Little Uncle.
She couldn’t be so audacious as to harbor improper thoughts.
Just as the little lamb, now flushed pink, was about to quietly take a few steps back to catch her breath, her waist suddenly tightened.
“Shh.”
Cen Zhou wrapped his arm around her waist, his lowered voice even deeper and more seductive. “They’re coming over.”
Qiao Zhiyang:!
She nervously clutched his shirt, catching a glimpse of the familiar figures heading toward them from the corner of her eye.
Her already flustered heart grew anxious.
Unable to hold back, she blurted out in her fiercest tone: Damn it.
Are you kidding me!
The airport is so big, why do they have to fixate on this spot?!
Anxious and resentful, she puffed her cheeks slightly, her invisible wool curling up in agitation.
“They’re looking this way.”
Cen Zhou turned his head slightly, glancing outside with a calm expression.
Then, leaning close to her ear, the corner of his mouth curved lazily, his tone meaningful. “It seems they don’t quite believe we’re lovers.”
His voice carried a rich, magnetic texture, each vibration from his chest resonating against her eardrum.
The word “lovers,” spoken with such intimate fullness from his lips, felt inexplicably tender, making her blush and her heart race.
Qiao Zhiyang’s fingertips, pressed against his chest, involuntarily curled.
The little figure in her heart frantically resumed its chanting.
Holding her breath, she lifted her tea-brown eyes, looking at him nervously. “What should we do then?”
The innocent Little Lamb, completely unsuspecting, directly sent a plea for help to the wolf in gentleman’s clothing.
Cen Zhou chuckled softly.
What does a villain become when faced with an admirer?
A villain trying to play nice, that’s all.
His deep gaze fell on her pink lips, concealing turbulent waves beneath. His tone remained polite. “We may need to put on a convincing act for them to believe we’re lovers.”
Put on an act?
How?
Qiao Zhiyang blinked in confusion.
“Forgive me, miss.”
The man, now so close, suddenly leaned down.
The sandalwood scent, once a symbol of ascetic restraint, seemed to break free from some seal, turning dangerous and dominant.
Instantly, it tainted her clean rose fragrance, making it his own.
He raised a hand, as if cradling the world’s most precious porcelain, and gently lifted her chin.
His thumb, bearing a slight callus, pressed against her soft red lips, rubbing them with ambiguous pressure.
“Now it’s my turn to trespass.”The polite, magnetic voice fell, and before the girl could react, he had already slowly lowered his head.
A scorching, searing breath suddenly swept over her.