Xia Wanzhi panicked, “I, I’ll be ready soon.”
Lu Zhuojin’s shadow loomed outside the frosted glass door as he chuckled, “You’d better be.”
Xia Wanzhi detected a threatening undertone in his voice and hurriedly slipped into Lu Zhuojin’s white shirt. The full-length mirror on the wall reflected her faint silhouette, her cheeks flushed and dewy from the steam, still dotted with droplets of water.
She sighed, biting her red lips to steel herself. She had to negotiate with him beforehand and set clear terms—otherwise, this guy would devour her like a wolf.
But she was afraid, her heart pounding wildly. This man was capable of killing…
Judging by the furnishings in the house and the bodyguards, this man was not someone to be trifled with.
Maybe… just maybe, he might let her go if she truly refused… perhaps…
She pushed open the bathroom door.
A wave of damp, warm air, mingled with the sweet scent of bath products, followed her into the bedroom.
The fragrance made Lu Zhuojin’s eyes darken slowly—sweet.
Lu Zhuojin had already showered, his body still damp, clad in black silk pajamas that hung loosely open. The firm lines of his muscles were half-revealed, half-concealed. Droplets of water from his hair slid down his jaw to his Adam’s apple, lingered for a moment, then trailed down his chest and abs before disappearing.
Utterly wild.
Seeing Xia Wanzhi timidly emerge from the bathroom.
He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the sandalwood table—tap, tap… tap, tap…
Narrowing his eyes with an invasive gaze, he swept it over her, his breathing gradually growing warmer.
Steam had left Xia Wanzhi’s face dotted with droplets that slowly rolled down, tracing her fair neck before seeping into the white shirt.
Lu Zhuojin’s white shirt was far too large on her, the buttons loosely fastened, hinting at the curves beneath—sensual and alluring.
Her expression was innocent, her face pure, yet her figure was curvaceous and enticingly full.
Her legs were slender—how would they feel under his touch?
What would it be like to bite that shoulder?
Xia Wanzhi stepped barefoot onto the floor, her pale feet stark against the dark wood, creating a powerful visual contrast.
Lu Zhuojin’s breathing grew heated, his gaze increasingly brazen.
Under his scrutiny, Xia Wanzhi dared not mention leaving. His undisguised desire made it clear he had no intention of letting her go.
Lu Zhuojin strode over, suddenly crouching down to grasp her calf and lift it.
Startled, Xia Wanzhi flinched backward—was he going to be this direct?
Lu Zhuojin slowly raised an eyebrow, his voice carrying a commanding pressure. “Don’t move.”
Xia Wanzhi froze.
Lu Zhuojin examined her fair leg, where red abrasions had spread, the blood already clotted.
He picked up the first-aid kit beside him, dabbed some disinfectant, and began cleaning the wound.
Xia Wanzhi’s mind paused for a moment—was he actually tending to her injury?
After disinfecting and applying ointment, his large, warm hand rubbed gently over the injured area on her calf. A tingling, numbing pain spread, making her gasp involuntarily.
Lu Zhuojin instantly looked up, his gaze deep and intense, pressing down on her like a heavy shadow.
Xia Wanzhi could only stammer out her negotiation, “Um… just once…”
Lu Zhuojin chuckled softly, “No.”
She bit her lip, “You… you’re a scoundrel.”
Lu Zhuojin’s smile carried a hint of roguish charm, both elegant and unrestrained, his voice drawling, “Not at all, I’m a proper gentleman~~”
Xia Wanzhi breathed nervously, “Shouldn’t… shouldn’t you see a doctor?”
With so many times, it must be over quickly.
Lu Zhuojin’s expression darkened slightly. Without a word, he pulled Xia Wanzhi toward him, pressed her onto the sofa, and looked down at her from above.
A sudden chill made Xia Wanzhi shrink back, but there was nowhere to retreat. The leather sofa beneath her felt cool against her skin, and she trembled slightly.
Lu Zhuojin’s scorching breath brushed against her neck and face, his body radiating intense heat through his thin white shirt, pressing against Xia Wanzhi’s skin—hot, burning, even palpable…
His fingers sparked with tiny flames, slowly igniting a trail down her back.
Xia Wanzhi’s heart pounded thunderously as she stammered, trying to negotiate, “At… at most three…”
“No more… I can’t take any more…”
Xia Wanzhi flushed crimson. She didn’t know how to discuss this, why they even had to talk about it.
But without setting limits in advance, this madman would torment her without restraint, and she wasn’t sure she’d survive until tomorrow.
Lu Zhuojin gently bit Xia Wanzhi’s earlobe, like a lurking beast beginning its feast, whispering in her ear, “Fine, just three times…”
Xia Wanzhi wanted to protest—that wasn’t what she meant, not three times, but at most three—but her words were silenced by Lu Zhuojin’s lips, his kiss tender yet increasingly aggressive.
The scent of hormones instantly released from him, drifting restlessly in the air.
Lu Zhuojin could smell the sweet, rosy fragrance of her bath soap mixed with her natural scent—alluring, stirring restlessness within him.
His hand pressed down on Xia Wanzhi’s shoulder, preventing her from struggling as he fiercely captured her lips, prying them open.
This act of invasion and possessiveness made Xia Wanzhi tremble uncontrollably, her mind flashing back to the image of Lu Zhuojin gripping her hand, forcing it to stab into his own body, blood gushing forth.
She… would be tormented by him…
The taste of fruit mingled with the scent of hormones as he claimed her mouth.
Tears slowly trickled from the corners of her eyes, flowing into their joined lips, salty and bitter.
Lu Zhuojin’s kiss paused, and the hand pinning her down loosened.
Watching a single tear trail down her face, he gently wiped it away.
He straightened up.
Rising to his feet, he picked up a cigarette from nearby, lit it with a deep blue lighter, and exhaled a cloud of smoke before turning to look at Xia Wanzhi, his voice slow and low.
“I don’t like forcing others.”
“You make it hard for me to proceed like this.”
The smoke he exhaled drifted between them, blurring his features in the haze.
The light fell on his face, highlighting his handsome, striking appearance and physique, his body brimming with desire, yet restrained.
He pointed toward the bathroom door. “See that door? If it’s locked and I force it open, my foot will hurt, and the door will break.”
Xia Wanzhi forced a flattering smile, pleading, “Then… could you… let me go?”
Lu Zhuojin looked at her. “Don’t force that smile. It’s ugly.”
“Darling, I prefer seeing you cry…”
“It’s beautiful…”
“Makes me want to…”