Shi Xu was utterly stunned.
Young Marshal Bo!
That swift, fluid movement, executed in one breath, with an overwhelming presence—so incredibly cool.
The young pup on the floor kept begging for mercy. Not only did he scram, but the others were also scared off by Bo Xun.
After dealing with those people, Bo Xun sat down beside Yin Huan. Her expression was cool and detached, as if she hadn’t even bothered to watch the commotion.
She kept staring at her phone.
What, was the man on her phone more appealing to her?
“Yin Huan.”
“Hmm?”
Bo Xun picked up a piece of watermelon from the table and brought it to her lips. “Have some watermelon.”
Shi Xu: “…”
She couldn’t make sense of it.
He stared intently at Yin Huan’s glossy, crimson lips. Just moments ago, that male model had pressed the watermelon against them.
As a man himself, he naturally understood the filthy, disgusting thoughts that ran through a man’s mind.
Yin Huan took a small, delicate bite. It was quite sweet.
Bo Xun didn’t mind that she had already eaten from it. He opened his mouth and finished the rest.
Watching him, Yin Huan felt a strange sensation rise within her. “Would you resort to domestic violence?”
She didn’t listen to a single word he said, yet she took the casual remarks of other men to heart.
“As long as you behave, I promise I won’t resort to domestic violence.”
“Me? Behave? Bo Xun, are you dreaming?” Yin Huan scoffed disdainfully. “If you dare lay a hand on me, I’ll divorce you in an instant—no discussion.”
“What if you’re the one resorting to domestic violence against me?” Bo Xun picked up another piece of watermelon. “What then?”
“Me? I’m gentle, refined, delicate, and fragile—how could I possibly resort to domestic violence against you?” Yin Huan casually pinched the bulging muscles on his arm. “Look at these hard muscles of yours. If I hit you, my hand would hurt.”
Though she withdrew her hand after just one pinch, Bo Xun felt a tingling, itching sensation where she had touched him. It was as if he suffered from skin hunger—a desperate craving for Yin Huan to continue pinching, rubbing, caressing, or even striking him with her delicate hands.
Bo Xun felt a fiery, almost maddening heat stirring within him.
He picked up the iced cocktail from the table to soothe his restlessness.
Yin Huan’s beautiful eyes followed the movement of his arm. Only after he finished drinking did she leisurely remark, “That was mine.”
“I don’t mind. I’ve already tasted your saliva,” Bo Xun set down the empty glass. “If you like it, order a few more.”
“Go ahead.”
Yin Huan didn’t mind either.
Since they were here, she had no intention of going home early.
Shi Xu sat across from them, hesitating whether to leave. Should she slip away quietly or stay and watch the drama unfold?
Sigh.
Better to leave.
Shi Xu picked up her bag and even stooped slightly as she left, afraid of being noticed.
But Yin Huan still caught sight of Shi Xu’s retreating figure. Traitor.
“You, move over there,” Yin Huan commanded Bo Xun without courtesy.
“Me? No.”
Bo Xun wanted to stay close to her.
Yin Huan stood up and moved to the other seat herself.
The club was dimly lit, but Yin Huan still noticed Bo Xun’s face darkening.
So what if it darkened? She wasn’t afraid of him.
“Yin Huan, have some self-awareness, will you? You’re about to get married, yet you’re out here entertaining male models and letting them feed you! Are your hands useless?” Bo Xun was furious.
His lungs were about to explode!
“It’s precisely because I’m about to get married that I’m out having fun. If I did this after marriage, wouldn’t you be even angrier?” Yin Huan smiled, her radiance unmatched. “Are you planning to have fun after marriage?”
“After marriage, I’ll only play… with you!”
Only her. He’d play with her until she cried, until she broke.
The image of her—the proud, delicate Young Mistress—coming undone and shattered before him, pleading delicately for mercy, would be a beautiful sight indeed.
Just the thought of it made Bo Xun’s blood boil and his lower abdomen grow warm.
Just then, the waiter brought over a few more glasses of wine.
He picked up a glass and drank.
Yin Huan met Bo Xun’s teasing, roguish smile. As he drank, the prominent Adam’s apple on his neck bobbed up and down. He drank hastily, a few drops of wine trickling from the corner of his mouth, rolling down his sharp jawline to his neck, and sliding over his Adam’s apple. In the dimly lit booth, the scene was exceptionally seductive and alluring.
Yin Huan stared, momentarily unable to look away.
Noticing her gaze, Bo Xun ran his slender fingers along the rim of the glass and grinned mischievously. “Little Huanhuan, you can play with me too.”
“If Huanhuan has some bedroom fun in mind, I wouldn’t mind playing along.” Bo Xun set down his glass and stood up, walking over.
Every cell in his body was screaming wildly—he didn’t want to just sit across the table from Yin Huan; he wanted to be close to her.
Although Bo Xun had arrived late, he had already downed several glasses of wine.
As soon as he sat down, Yin Huan caught a faint whiff of alcohol.
“Fiancée~”
Bo Xun stared intently at her fair, beautiful profile, at the small silver earring on her delicate ear. The tiny star pendant hung half in the air, half-hidden within her dark hair.
Half-visible, half-concealed—it was utterly captivating.
Bo Xun wanted to kiss her.
Ever since that night when he had pinned her to the sofa and kissed her, he had become addicted to that intoxicating feeling.
He couldn’t help but lean closer, all his previous hostility having vanished without a trace.
Those male models were nothing but passing clouds—only he was Yin Huan’s ultimate destiny.
“Huanhuan~”
Unable to restrain himself, Bo Xun raised his hand, gripped Yin Huan’s chin, and turned her face toward him.
Yin Huan’s beautiful eyes narrowed. “Bo Xun, what are you doing? Let go!”
“Won’t.”
Bo Xun’s voice was slightly hoarse from the alcohol. Whether it was due to the lighting or not, Yin Huan felt that his gaze seemed somewhat dazed, even carrying a hint of fervent obsession.
How could that be?
Huanhuan looks so adorable when she’s dazed.
I want to kiss her.
Huanhuan is my fiancée—it’s fine to kiss her, right?
Afraid she might dodge, Bo Xun pressed his strong arm against the back of her neck and brought his lips to hers.
Yin Huan struggled but couldn’t break free, forced into the kiss.
With his previous kissing experience, Bo Xun quickly pried open her lips and engaged in a wet, lingering kiss.
Yin Huan had only taken a sip or two of wine that night, yet her mouth now filled with the mixed taste of alcohol—a little bitter.
Bo Xun’s sensation, however, was the complete opposite. To him, Huanhuan tasted sweet everywhere.
Her lips were sweet, her teeth were sweet, even her tongue was sweet.
Though the surroundings were noisy, in their secluded booth against the wall, Yin Huan could only hear the wet, ambiguous sounds of their kiss, much like the exaggerated sound effects in TV dramas when couples kiss.
“Mmph… mm…”
Yin Huan felt she was running out of breath. She pressed her hands against Bo Xun’s waist, trying to push him away.
Her strength was already meager, and in front of Bo Xun, it was utterly insignificant.
Flushed and struggling to breathe, she bit him.
Only when he was bitten did Bo Xun snap out of his intoxicated daze. His lips stung with pain as he reluctantly released Yin Huan’s tender lips.
They were so red from his kiss, even slightly swollen.
Damn.
Yin Huan must be furious!
Yin Huan slapped him.
Bo Xun touched his cheek. Last time, he was kicked; this time, he was slapped. Yet, he felt it was totally worth it.
An absolute win!
“You’re shameless!” Yin Huan scolded him.
“Mhm mhm mhm!” Bo Xun readily admitted, “I’m shameless and despicable. I got hit for kissing my own fiancée, and I’m even asking for it.”
Yin Huan: “…”
Has Bo Xun’s brain stopped working?