Her half-hearted resistance only deepened the desire in Fu Yanchi’s eyes. Skillfully parting her lips, he began his conquest, the scene growing increasingly fervent and entangled.
Luo Yunmian was kissed until her entire body went numb, her mind dizzy and hazy. Finally, her legs gave way, and it was he who caught her before she could fall.
Like a blank sheet of paper, she was slowly colored by Fu Yanchi’s lead, gradually forgetting to resist and instinctively returning his kiss.
She thought it must be a chain reaction triggered by dopamine.
The curves of her body in the qipao were too perfect, the high slit revealing a pair of snow-white, slender legs. Fu Yanchi’s warm hand lifted the hem of her skirt, making her tremble uncontrollably.
Already numbed by alcohol, Luo Yunmian’s mind was foggy and distant, allowing Fu Yanchi to roam freely, his hands wandering between her thighs. When he lifted her leg with unstoppable force, their eyes met again, breaths mingling in an intimate gaze.
Fu Yanchi’s restless heart was laid bare.
Just once, and he already knew Luo Yunmian’s body intimately, aware of all her sensitive spots.
Until the next stall clearly echoed with that all-too-familiar name.
A single “Tingshen” struck Luo Yunmian like an electric shock, her entire body stiffening instantly as her consciousness tore free from the haze, fully awakening.
She pressed her hands firmly against Fu Yanchi’s chest, leaning back slightly, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.
Shifting her gaze to the person before her—dressed in a jacket and jeans, a youthful style—she realized her mind had truly been addled. For a moment, she couldn’t distinguish the person in front of her from the one in her heart.
She felt utterly filthy. The obsession in her heart, upon hearing that name, was forcibly stripped away, raw and bleeding.
Fu Yanchi watched the person before him. Just moments ago, they had been kissing passionately, but now, at the mere mention of his brother’s name from the next stall, she had transformed into someone else, her entire body bristling with thorns, exuding a coldness that pushed others away.
An inexplicable frustration welled up in Fu Yanchi’s heart, a sense of helplessness pounding at him.
In the silence between them, their breaths paused slightly as the sounds from the next stall continuously seeped into their ears.
Whether by coincidence or something else, the voice of the familiar person seemed amplified, each word crystal clear.
“Tingshen, do you remember back in college when you took me in the school restroom?”
“Of course I remember.”
The explicit words drifted over, and Fu Yanchi clearly noticed Luo Yunmian’s face turn deathly pale.
Then, a coquettish voice followed: “So, who’s prettier, me or Miss Luo?”
After a long silence from Fu Tingshen, he finally spoke slowly: “You each have your own merits, but my heart is with you.”
As soon as the words fell, the sounds of rustling clothes, unbuttoning, and unbuckling belts echoed from the next stall. Clearly, they were about to…
Tears welled up uncontrollably in Luo Yunmian’s eyes.
She tugged at the corner of her mouth in self-mockery. She truly was pathetic.
Just moments ago, she had nearly lost control with his brother, and now she had to listen to her boyfriend entangled with another woman in the next stall. God really knew how to play jokes on her, making her witness such scenes time and again.
And what about the places she couldn’t see?
She had already decided to let go after seeking revenge that night, so why did her heart still ache?
This feeling made her despise herself intensely, her lips parting but unable to utter a sound.
Fu Yanchi seemed to see through her thoughts, stepping forward and gently pulling her into his embrace.
At this moment, he shed his usual carefree demeanor, replacing it with a look of tender affection.
His warm, soothing voice whispered softly in her ear.
“Sister Mianmian, this isn’t your fault. Don’t belittle yourself like this.”
Luo Yunmian was taken aback. As she slightly lifted her gaze, she met her own reflection in his deep eyes.
His eyes were filled with her, along with a hint of melancholy.
The hand she intended to push him away with suddenly went limp.
It wasn’t until the seductive moans from the woman next door subsided, replaced by a bewitching voice, that the silence was broken.
“Tingshen, why don’t we get a suite upstairs? It’s too cramped here.”
After a brief silence from the neighboring room, the man’s voice replied.
“Alright, wait until we’re upstairs, and I’ll show you what I can do.”
Then came the sounds of them dressing and leaving the room.
Luo Yunmian, leaning against the wall, frantically reached into her bag for her phone.
Her trembling hand swiped to Zhuang Bo’s contact, and only then did Fu Yanchi realize what she intended to do.
He took her phone, steadied her with his other hand, and directly sent a voice message.
“Hello, Miss Luo.”
Zhuang Bo’s voice came through the phone.
“It’s me. My brother and that mistress are at the Glamour Bar right now. The rest is up to you.”
“No way? What a coincidence!”
“They’ve gone to get a room, so you need to hurry.”
Fu Yanchi hung up the phone, placed it back into Luo Yunmian’s bag, and once again met her curious, sparkling eyes.
He chuckled softly, instantly shifting from the decisive, cold youth of moments ago to a soft, gentle demeanor.
Luo Yunmian didn’t even have time to grasp how he switched so naturally.
“Sister Mianmian, what do you want to ask?”
“Is your friend really that capable?”
Luo Yunmian’s voice still carried a sob and a hint of coquettishness—whether from the lingering intensity of their earlier kiss or the heartache caused by Fu Tingshen’s actions next door.
Perhaps it was a mix of both.
“He’s a top-tier hacker with plenty of tricks up his sleeve. I’ll take you to him.”
Fu Yanchi took off his jacket and draped it over Luo Yunmian’s shoulders.
“Sister Mianmian, what should I do? I really want to hide you away.”
His voice seemed tinged with a hint of grievance and jealousy.
Luo Yunmian was momentarily stunned, not understanding his words.
But then she heard him add, “But Sister Mianmian looks so beautiful in a qipao. You should wear it more often.”
“Don’t you think it’s too flashy?”
Fu Yanchi appeared to ponder her question seriously, his eyes admiring her from head to toe.
“Sister Mianmian looks most beautiful in a qipao, and she has the right to be flashy.”
The words “has the right to be flashy” gently brushed against Luo Yunmian’s heart like a feather.
In her dazed state, he had already taken her hand and opened the bathroom door.
Luo Yunmian seemed to lose her soul, allowing him to hold her hand as they walked step by step through the dimly lit corridor.
She looked up at his tall figure leading the way ahead, guiding her until they reached the elevator entrance bathed in warm, bright light.
Even many years later, her mind would still involuntarily recall the image of that young man standing against the light, pulling her out of that whirlpool.
The elevator doors opened, revealing four or five men and women already inside.
Fu Yanchi led her a few steps inside. After the elevator doors closed, the men and women inside, perhaps because they had been drinking, began kissing in twos and threes, completely oblivious to others.
Luo Yunmian stood in a corner of the elevator, leaning against the wall, a hint of embarrassment coloring her face.
Fu Yanchi keenly noticed this. He shifted his position, blocking Luo Yunmian’s line of sight. At the same time, a gentle, soothing voice drifted down from above her head.
“Don’t listen, don’t look.”
Fortunately, the men and women in the elevator soon got off, and Luo Yunmian’s tense nerves finally relaxed.
With a “ding,” Fu Yanchi stepped out of the elevator first. He glanced back at Luo Yunmian, noticing she was still standing there, looking somewhat flustered.
The light in Fu Yanchi’s eyes deepened a few shades. He reached out, took her hand, and led her down the hotel corridor.