This man always seemed to know exactly how to get on her nerves.
No matter how hard Wen Shushu tried to avoid him, he somehow managed to find his way back into her life and infuriate her all over again.
She drew a deep breath, forcing down the emotions churning inside her. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft but unmistakably distant.
“Mr. Fu, I’m going to bed. Please leave.”
The man standing by the doorway showed absolutely no intention of leaving.
Instead, he strode straight toward her.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, standing nearly six chi in height. As he approached, his imposing figure cast a shadow over her, making the space around her feel unbearably small.
Wen Shushu instinctively retreated a step.
Her back met the cold wall.
There was nowhere left to go.
The next instant, a large, burning hand reached toward her and settled firmly around her waist.
The heat of his palm seeped through the thin silk of her nightdress, pressing against her skin with startling intensity.
A shiver ran through her entire body.
“It was just one kiss. Do you really have to be so petty about it?”
Fu Yan’s lips curved into a lazy smile.
“If it bothers you that much, I’ll let you kiss me back. Then we’ll be even.”
He chuckled and leaned forward, offering his chin as if inviting her to take revenge.
Wen Shushu stared at him in disbelief.
Summoning all her strength, she shoved him away.
Her cheeks burned bright red.
How could someone be so shameless?
He never missed an opportunity to take advantage of her!
The man was utterly unreasonable!
She cursed him silently, her teeth clenched so tightly that her jaw ached.
Then, as though something had suddenly occurred to her, the young woman who had been lowering her head in embarrassment abruptly looked up.
She met his deep, dark eyes without flinching.
A sweet smile blossomed across her face, her eyes curving into delicate crescents.
When she spoke, her voice was gentle and soft, almost honeyed.
“Your esteemed countenance is so broad that horses and carriages could race across it.”
As if that were not enough, she even raised her thumb and gave him a solemn gesture of approval.
Fu Yan froze.
The sudden burst of classical language caught him completely off guard.
His brows knitted together.
“Speak plainly.”
“I’m praising you for having the face of a wealthy and fortunate man. You’re clearly blessed with great prosperity.”
Wen Shushu smiled brightly.
Yet hidden beneath that innocent expression was a tiny spark of mischief.
Fu Yan took a step back and studied the little prude standing before him.
Only moments ago, she had been blushing so fiercely that she could barely look him in the eye.
Now she was standing there, earnestly complimenting him as though nothing had happened.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Isn’t that obvious? You’ve only just noticed?”
“Mm, indeed. I must have been terribly unobservant.”
Wen Shushu nodded obediently, agreeing with him without the slightest hesitation.
“Now that I’ve finally noticed, you can leave. I really do need to sleep.”
“Not angry anymore?”
Fu Yan fixed his gaze on her eyes, seemingly determined to discover whether she was hiding something.
“Mm.”
Wen Shushu nodded sweetly.
The smile on her face never wavered.
Fu Yan continued studying her.
His gaze slowly traveled from her face downward.
Her skin was fair and smooth, as luminous as fine white jade.
And beneath that delicate silk nightdress, the graceful yet generous curves of her figure were impossible to overlook.
The thin straps and closely fitted fabric only made them more apparent.
His throat tightened.
He swallowed almost involuntarily.
The restless heat he had only just managed to suppress began stirring within him once more.
In the end, however, he decided not to tease her any further.
He turned and strode out of the room.
With a careless flick of his wrist, he pulled the door shut behind him.
Bang!
The heavy sound echoed through the room.
Wen Shushu closed her eyes for a moment.
When she opened them again, the sweet smile she had been wearing vanished without a trace.
She let out a helpless sigh.
That man truly was unbearably rough.
Did he have to use so much force even when closing a door?
She finally relaxed her tense shoulders and climbed into bed.
That night, she slept exceptionally well.
Her sleep was deep and peaceful, undisturbed by even a single dream.
Meanwhile, Fu Yan returned to the master bedroom next door.
He lowered his gaze toward the unmistakable outline beneath his trousers.
His expression stiffened.
Without another moment’s hesitation, he turned and headed straight for the bathing chamber.
Ordinarily, he could finish bathing in ten minutes at most.
Tonight, however, he remained beneath the shower for an entire half hour.
Only then did he emerge, his body still carrying the damp chill of the cold water.
He lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not clear his mind.
The little prude’s flushed cheeks kept appearing before him.
Then there was the memory of her slender, soft waist beneath his hand.
And, most infuriating of all, that peculiar compliment she had given him.
“Your esteemed countenance is so broad that horses and carriages could race across it.”
The words replayed in his head.
His thoughts grew increasingly restless.
He tossed and turned, unable to find a moment’s peace.
While Wen Shushu slept soundly in the room next door, Fu Yan remained awake throughout the night.
It was only when the eastern sky began to pale with the first light of dawn that exhaustion finally overcame him.
Even then, he managed barely three hours of sleep.