“I know, I’ll bring someone back then.” Fu Shi quickly replied to Grandmother’s urging about marriage and hung up the phone.
He reached out to push away the arm of the woman blocking his way.
Nan Yin chuckled, “Grandma’s urging you to get married?”
“Looking for someone? I can guarantee I’ll make your grandmother happy.”
Fu Shi lowered his gaze, “No need.”
“Please, excuse me.” Fu Shi politely asked her to move aside.
He didn’t want to get rough with her.
Nan Yin curved her eyes, refusing to budge. Her beautiful gaze seductively lingered on the man’s face—a face so remarkable it needed no expression or smile.
Even in its plainness, it was utterly captivating.
Indeed, time was a fine blade, carving his charm deeper and more mesmerizing.
“Don’t be upset if Grandma scolds you. How about a drink?”
“I bought this specially on my way back from work?” Nan Yin forced the beer in her hand into the palm of the man gripping her wrist—his hand was large.
Covered in calluses.
The texture was somewhat too rough, yet all the more enticing.
She truly didn’t care for overly refined pretty boys; this kind of rough, wild, and coldly arrogant man was far more appealing.
“No need, thank you.” Fu Shi declined politely, trying to return the beer to her. Nan Yin reached out and clasped his hand tightly. In that instant, the soft, warm palm of the woman pressed against the skin of his hand.
A faint, warm sensation seeped through his skin and veins.
Soft, warm.
Fu Shi couldn’t resist her allure. His throat tightened slightly, and his dark eyes fixed on her face. After a pause, he said, “Nan Yin, I’m not the kind of man who plays around.”
Nan Yin understood, “I know.”
If he were the type to play games, she wouldn’t be interested either.
“You think I’m playing with you?”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
Fu Shi’s lips twitched slightly, “Good that you know.”
“Now move aside.”
“I’ll take the beer, thank you.” The man withdrew from her soft, fragrant, and warm palm, taking the beer with a still-polite demeanor as he prepared to leave.
Nan Yin cleared her throat and said, “I’m not playing.”
“I’m serious about pursuing you.”
Fu Shi ignored her, walking ahead with the beer. Nan Yin turned her head, glancing at his tall, imposing back, feeling a bit unwilling to let it go. “If Grandma’s pressuring you, I could help you hold the fort for now?”
“How about this weekend? Take me back to help you deal with it?”
Fu Shi had already walked ahead but, hearing her words, pressed his tongue against his teeth and said calmly, “No need.”
“To avoid getting burned.”
Getting burned??
Nan Yin was taken aback for a moment, then walked over and said, “Hey, Fu Shi, explain yourself. Am I some kind of explosive fire?”
“Touch me, and you’ll get burned?”
The man remained silent, simply continuing forward.
Nan Yin laughed in frustration, “I knew you were a coward. You don’t even dare respond to me…” Before she could finish her sentence, she let out a gasp as her wrist was roughly seized. Then, a strong, powerful body pressed her against the nearby wall.
Nan Yin didn’t even have time to react.
She was pinned against the wall by Fu Shi, one hand held roughly by his calloused fingers.
He lowered his head, his dark eyes shadowed by the dim light of the corridor lamp, a restrained desire churning within them.
His voice was low, rough, and husky.
Mixed with the heat from his lips, it washed over Nan Yin’s face, making her cheeks burn as if on fire.
“Nan Yin, I don’t like to be rough with women, and I won’t hit them. So, please don’t provoke me, okay?” Fu Shi lowered his voice, advising her earnestly, word by word, “I don’t play games.”
“What a line: ‘I don’t like to play around.’
So, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to fall in love—he was afraid she would play with him.
What on earth gave him the impression that she was playing around?
Nan Yin slightly lifted her face to look at his handsome features so close to hers. Damn it, she was about to lose her mind.
Staring at such a handsome face like his…
Shamelessly, she actually wanted him to grip her wrist even more roughly??
Game over.
She was truly beyond saving.
Ahem, back to the point. Nan Yin’s eyes sparkled with a captivating gleam as she quickly pondered the meaning behind his words. Soon, she realized it might have been because of high school, when she had accompanied her uncle and cousin out of loyalty to collect loan shark debts.
The employees at her uncle’s company were all around 19 years old, with dyed blond hair and alternative styles.
These guys treated her like a mafia princess.
They would come to her high school from time to time to report on their debt-collecting activities.
Thanks to them, Nan Yin had a terrible reputation in high school—purely as the ‘mafia princess’ with too many boyfriends.
And a fondness for guys with dyed blond hair, among other things.
‘Is it because of high school, when too many guys with dyed hair came looking for me, that you thought I liked playing with men?’ Nan Yin pulled her thoughts back and asked.
Fu Shi didn’t want to talk about this and was about to let go of her.
Seeing this, Nan Yin wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, clinging tightly to him. ‘Those were just my uncle’s employees.’
‘They’re also my subordinates. I’ve never had a boyfriend.’
‘Besides, me pursuing you isn’t such a big deal. I don’t believe that with your qualities, no women from Suzhou’s high society have ever pursued you? When they pursued you, did you treat them the same way?’ Nan Yin truly was a clever little enchantress.
Fu Shi had finally seen it today.
Why, after all these years, he had kept such an enchantress hidden in his heart.
She really had a knack for reading people and knew how to charm men.
‘No,’ Fu Shi replied in a lowered voice.
No? Nan Yin’s eyes widened, suddenly feeling a bit excited. ‘Hmm? So I’m special?’
‘Why? Is it because I’m different?’
‘You are different. You’re wilder, more unpredictable.’ Fu Shi didn’t want to say anything too harsh, like calling her shameless.
Nan Yin burst into laughter. ‘Ah? Is that a compliment or an insult?’
‘Never mind, I’ll take it as a compliment.’
Fu Shi looked down at her confident, bewitching little face, feeling a tight, swirling sensation in his chest. She was like a wild rose with thorns.
Tempting to pick.
But precisely because she was thorny, he didn’t dare pluck her lightly.
Afraid that in the end, he’d be left covered in wounds.
‘Nan Yin, I’m not as good as you think,’ Fu Shi said, calming his breath, wanting to speak to her properly. ‘Stop fooling around, okay?’
‘Let’s just stay old classmates.’
Nan Yin laughed. ‘Really? I think you’re good enough. I know you find it strange that I suddenly returned to my hometown and shamelessly pursued you like this, but don’t forget—we were high school classmates for three years. I liked you long ago.’ Nan Yin wasn’t a shy woman.
If she wanted to confess, she just confessed.
Fu Shi hadn’t expected her to say she liked him since high school. His heart shook violently, and the long-buried flame inside him began to stir like a wild beast breaking free from its reins.
But he remained cautious, steadying himself as he reached out to push her away. However, he moved a bit too quickly, and Nan Yin lost her balance. Her soft body collided heavily against him without warning.
The impact of her delicate, supple body against his was like a comet crashing into Earth.
She was wearing a strapless top with nothing underneath.
It brushed against the thin fabric of his T-shirt.
The pearl, as beautiful and delicate as a rose, was ground clearly, making Fu Shi’s eyes almost redden, his body tense up instantly, and his breathing tremble.
Both of them groaned softly—the body is the most honest thing.
Pleasure is pleasure.
Desire is desire.
It cannot be deceived.
Especially in summer, when it is already hot.
The corridor was enclosed, with little cross-ventilation, but the apartment’s luxurious central air conditioning blew gusts of cold air downward.
It swept over both of them.
Something was fermenting. Fu Shi’s breathing grew increasingly heavy, while Nan Yin pursed her lips, unable to resist rising on her tiptoes to kiss his mouth.
But just as she was about to—
Almost there.
The phone in Fu Shi’s pants pocket rang, instantly shattering the abruptly rising tension. Seeing her approaching face, Fu Shi immediately released his grip.
Their bodies separated.
The man’s handsome face stiffened as he quickly answered the call, holding the beer can she had given him, pressed his fingerprint, and entered the apartment.
Bang—the door closed.
Nan Yin was still lost in the lingering warmth of touching his strong muscles and the heartbeat of almost kissing him, unable to snap back to reality for a long time.
Cool breezes swayed around her ears.
The beer can she held in her hand began to overflow, spilling onto her fair, delicate feet—cold and startling. She suddenly snapped back to reality, her gaze deepening as she looked toward the man’s door.
Clutching the beer can with both hands, she pressed it against her still wildly pounding heart.
She was determined to have him.