Lan Die quickly crossed her arms over her chest, using the strength in her arms to fiercely resist the solid chest pressing down on her.
Her jeans, however, made it easier for her legs to part.
He Canglan directly wrapped those slender, soft legs—specialized for ballet—around his own lean waist.
Her forearms looked incredibly delicate, like the thin limbs of a butterfly—what strength could they possibly have?
With just a slight tilt of his body, her crossed arms went limp, turning instead to cover her face.
A teasing smile played on He Canglan’s lips.
This Little Butterfly was familiar with his tactics and had already begun practicing a set of resistance methods.
Well then, he’d give her a surprise.
Looking at the exposed, fair, and smooth swan-like neck, he bit down fiercely…
A sudden, dull pain made Lan Die gasp involuntarily.
That sound, carrying her natural soft tone, wrapped in a mix of flustered coquettishness and grievance, was indescribably alluring in the silent atmosphere of the dark night.
He Canglan lifted his gaze to admire the half-covered face that was both pure and seductive.
She would never know how captivating she was! Or rather, she had successfully grown into every point that attracted He Canglan.
So much so that Canglan, with his exceptionally strong self-control, felt his desire burn fiercely every time he saw her.
Only after thoroughly releasing and satisfying a certain need could he communicate with her normally.
Yet, as they talked, he would coax Little Butterfly under him again…
He Canglan slowly released his bite.
Seeing Lan Die’s tightly bitten lips—worried about being heard by the neighbors downstairs—he leaned close to her ear and said in a deep voice, “Take your hands away!”
“I won’t! He Canglan, not here!”
“Then where do you want to be?” The man’s sexy thin lips curled dangerously.
“You’re insane! I don’t want to!”
That small mouth was soon rendered speechless.
The Pine Scent mixed with the aroma of alcohol, like an intoxicating poison, swept over her like a gust of wind.
A storm raged in her mouth; she thought he must be crazy!
Faint voices could be heard outside the stairwell—night-shift workers in the capital city were returning home.
Lan Die had already been kissed into a daze, her mind wandering to the heavens, but the sudden sound of voices pulled back a shred of her remaining rationality.
She began to squirm restlessly, expressing her dissatisfaction and protest.
Knowing she was shy, He Canglan wrapped his long arms tightly around her, shielding her delicate, fragile body securely in his embrace.
He also softened the intensity of his kiss, savoring her gently, like water. Yet, in the air, the soft, intimate sounds of their kiss could be heard.
This was something Lan Die would never have imagined before.
The passersby probably thought they were a young couple deeply in love, hurrying past them.
Faintly, she heard someone say, “Young couples these days are so wild, kissing so passionately in the stairwell late at night. Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to go to a hotel?”
Everyone in this stairwell knew Lan Die. If it weren’t for the darkness and He Canglan’s shielding, Lan Die would surely have felt too embarrassed to show her face and would have moved out the next day.
The troublemaker seemed somewhat satisfied or perhaps showed a bit of mercy. Seeing Lan Die’s constant struggle, he finally gave her a chance to catch her breath.
“Scared?” The man’s voice was too captivating, making her heart tremble slightly upon hearing it.
“Grandma and my brother are at home. Let’s stop here for today!” Lan Die looked up at him, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes shimmering with tears.
He Canglan stared at her intently for a moment. “Don’t look at me like that, or I won’t want to let you go back!”
Lan Die lowered her head, her gaze level with the area just below his collarbone.
His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the distinct, undulating lines of his muscles, which looked utterly seductive in the faint light.
She quickly averted her eyes, and this small movement was caught perfectly by He Canglan, who was looking down at her.
His legs were still wrapped around her waist, and the man deliberately squeezed a little harder.
It made Lan Die want to gasp in surprise, but she tightly bit her lip instead, raising her eyes to meet his. In them was a silent warning and anger.
That expression was just too damn captivating!
He Canglan let out a long sigh. “Hug me!”
The girl’s brows visibly furrowed, her lips still tightly pressed together, and her eyes held a faint trace of refusal and warning.
He Canglan was already cursing inwardly! How awful must he be for her to resist him like this?
Did this girl not realize what a golden opportunity she was holding onto? She really had no idea.
The “golden opportunity” still had to plead humbly, “Hug me!”
He Canglan felt that he could probably provide his circle of friends with a lifetime of jokes.
“No hug, no going home!” he added, feeling like a foolishly grinning wolf.
Before long, He Canglan felt those slender, delicate arms cautiously wrap around his back. Her fair, delicate face turned sideways and pressed against his chest.
Soft, obedient, and small—she was just like a little creature sulking and seeking comfort.
That feeling of clinging tightly, mixed with dependence, was something He Canglan had never experienced before. His heart softened, and he couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh.
His movements also became gentler. One hand tightened around her, while the other slowly stroked her long hair.
He murmured softly, “Lan Die, that’s a good girl.”
Gradually, He Canglan felt droplets falling, landing on his shirt and quickly soaking a patch.
He soon realized they were tears—Lan Die’s tears.
He knew she didn’t want this, that he himself was like a lecherous scoundrel.
His heart was a mix of tenderness and pity. His touch was gentle, and his voice was soft. “Don’t stay here anymore. The environment is poor, and it’s a bit chaotic.”
“No,” Lan Die said, her voice trembling. “It’s close to the school. It’s convenient for me to take care of my grandmother and brother.”
“You can stay at my place. I’ll arrange for your family to stay at the G Rest Home. The environment is better, and there will be people to take care of them.” He Canglan already had a basic plan in mind.
Lan Die shook her head. “No.”
He Canglan sighed softly. Their relationship was ambiguous, and the girl clearly didn’t want her family to know.
“There’s one more acupuncture session tomorrow. I have something to do, so I just asked Yi An to pick you up.”
“Mm,” Lan Die responded softly, her head still buried in his chest, her voice nasal. “What are you busy with?”
He Canglan smiled. “There’s a visit I need to oversee.”
“What do you do?”
The series of questions made He Canglan feel incredibly happy.
What did he do? How should he explain it to the girl? After thinking for a moment, He Canglan said, “I’m the big, rough guy who likes to spoil you.”
Lan Die couldn’t help but giggle, her voice soft. “That does sound like you!”
She clearly didn’t catch the hidden meaning of the joke.
“Big, rough guy” also had another meaning—a big shot who was… well, rough. ^_^
With their moods lifted, the atmosphere became much more harmonious.
He Canglan called her softly: “Lan Die?”
“Hmm?” The beautiful girl lifted her face, her damp peach-blossom eyes brimming with allure.
He Canglan raised her chin with one hand, and his fervent kisses once again fell like a dense shower of rain…