Bo Xun lived in a high-end apartment near his company, a 400-square-meter luxury flat.
The decor was black, white, and gray. As soon as Yin Huan walked in, she saw a punching bag, a treadmill, and a dumbbell next to the treadmill by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
It was clear Bo Xun’s toned, muscular body didn’t come from nowhere.
Bo Xun didn’t have any women’s slippers at home. He grabbed a pair of men’s slippers and placed them by Yin Huan’s feet. Then, on a whim, he gripped her fair, delicate ankle.
Startled, Yin Huan braced her right hand against the wall and looked down at him. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you change your shoes.”
“No! Bo Xun, I’m not wearing your stinky shoes.” Yin Huan couldn’t break free. The spot on her ankle where he held her burned, making her extremely uncomfortable.
“How are my shoes stinky?” Bo Xun’s fingers greedily kneaded her fair, delicate skin. His gaze involuntarily traveled up her calf to her fair, slender legs, which were free of any hair and so tender they made one want to give them a squeeze.
He could even smell the faint fragrance on Yin Huan’s body.
“They just are! The soles of my shoes aren’t even dirty. If you insist I change, then I just won’t come in.” Yin Huan grabbed at his hair. “Get your stinky hands off me.”
“Alright, alright!”
Bo Xun stood up. “It’s a good thing I have a good temper and can spoil a delicate Young Mistress like you.”
“Hmph.”
Yin Huan let out a haughty snort. “If you don’t want to, you can call off the engagement. It’s not like I’m desperate for you.”
“But I’m desperate for you, alright, my dear Young Mistress…” Bo Xun leaned toward her shoulder.
Yin Huan turned and walked away, and he nearly stumbled forward, caught off guard. Luckily, his reflexes were fast.
Yin Huan walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside was a view of skyscrapers. What was this called?
A concrete jungle?
Yin Huan couldn’t bring herself to like this black, white, and gray style of decor. Besides, the area by the windows was filled with Bo Xun’s workout equipment.
His home was saturated with a masculine aura, with no trace of a female presence.
“There’s nothing much to see here. Want to go see my bedroom?”
Yin Huan gave him a cool glance. “No.”
“Young Mistress, a home is for resting, and resting means sleeping. The bedroom is the most important place. Since you’re already here, aren’t you going to take a look?” Bo Xun gestured toward the floor-to-ceiling glass. “It’s sunny here, Young Mistress. With your delicate skin, you might get a sunburn.”
Yin Huan felt that Bo Xun’s eyes held a mischievous glint.
The bedroom, the place for sleeping.
They weren’t even married yet, and this guy was already overtly and covertly trying to lure her into bed. He was simply too wicked.
Yin Huan deliberately chose not to let Bo Xun get his way. “There’s no need. I don’t want to live here after we’re married. Let’s live in the big villa instead.”
Yin Huan was used to a pampered life, so it had already been decided that the choice of where to live after marriage would be up to her.
But since she was already at his place, standing in the living room in her high heels, with so many rooms around, wasn’t she the least bit curious about his life?
She wouldn’t even look at his bedroom!
The place where he usually slept.
The place where he lay in bed, thinking of her. She had absolutely no interest in it.
Bo Xun felt very defeated.
He let out a soft, wicked laugh. Just as Yin Huan turned to leave, her body suddenly felt light as Bo Xun swept her up by the waist.
Bo Xun was strong and well-built, and his way of holding her was also strange. Yin Huan was perched on his arm as if sitting on it, and she could even feel the bulge of his arm muscles beneath her.
Did he think he was carrying a child?
Other men did a princess carry, but he held her like this?
“Young Mistress, you’re so light,” Bo Xun said. He liked this position; if Yin Huan didn’t object, they could kiss like this.
But Yin Huan’s eyes were filled with disdain. “I may be thin, but I’m well-endowed. Not like you, a chili pepper hanging on a big tree.”
“Yin Huan, you, you…”
“You have a deep misunderstanding of me! I damn well want to let you feel for yourself!”
“Ugh…” A shiver of disgust ran through Yin Huan.
Bo Xun quickened his pace.
It’s over.
This damn dog wasn’t really going to pull down his own pants and make her inspect the goods, was he?
Yin Huan grew anxious.
She didn’t want to get a sty!
“Let me go!” She grabbed his shirt without ceremony, her red lips shouting, “Bo Xun, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Taking you on a tour,” Bo Xun said, deliberately bouncing her.
Yin Huan had a slight fear of heights. As her body bounced, even though she wasn’t high up, she didn’t dare look down. Her slender, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around Bo Xun’s neck, her two thin legs dangling and swaying. The tips of her high heels inadvertently poked Bo Xun’s suit trousers.
“Don’t bounce.”
Was he a dog?
So excited.
Bo Xun stopped bouncing, casually pushed open a door, and carried her inside.
This was his study.
Bo Xun truly wanted Yin Huan to understand him, to get a glimpse into his life.
For the past few years, Yin Huan had given him the cold shoulder, showing not the slightest interest in his private life.
Sitting on his arm, Yin Huan gave the room a cursory glance. “Alright, next room.”
“So soon?”
“What’s there to see? We won’t be living here in the future anyway.” Yin Huan really disliked this position; the feeling of being led around was not good.
So she wanted to finish the tour as quickly as possible.
Bo Xun carried her to tour the other rooms.
Finally, they stopped at the bedroom.
When Yin Huan saw the 2.2-meter, dark gray king-sized bed, a faint sense of dread rose in her heart.
If Bo Xun dared to force himself on her here, she would never forgive him.
“Ah, I’m so tired. Let’s lie down and rest for a bit.”
With that, Bo Xun placed her on the bed.
Yin Huan was wearing a white dress, her black hair cascading like a waterfall. She still had her black high heels on, but Bo Xun didn’t mind if she dirtied his bed.
So beautiful.
His fiancée.
Yin Huan tried to get up. Just as she propped up her upper body, Bo Xun lay down, pressing one arm over her slender waist. He tightened his arm, his well-defined fingers holding her waist down, preventing her from moving.
Bo Xun moved his head closer to Yin Huan, deeply inhaling the scent from her that haunted his dreams.
The distance between them instantly closed.
Yin Huan was faced with Bo Xun’s handsome face, now just inches away. He had even closed his eyes, looking utterly exhausted.
She couldn’t stop herself from taunting him, “Well, well. I’m so light, yet the great Young Master Bo is this tired after carrying me for just a few minutes. It seems you really are a paper tiger who’s strong on the outside but weak on the inside. You look so fit, but you actually have no stamina…”
Bo Xun’s eyes suddenly snapped open.
The moment their eyes met, Yin Huan saw a flash of possessiveness in Bo Xun’s dark, deep pupils.
She swallowed nervously. In the past, she had been physically aggressive with Bo Xun because she was certain he wouldn’t truly hold it against her.
But things were different now. They were engaged, and Bo Xun could use other means to make her cry and beg for mercy.
Sure enough, in the next second, Bo Xun flipped over, pinning her beneath him.
The intimate position made both of their breaths hitch in unison.
Bo Xun stared at her nervous expression, her long, raven-like eyelashes trembling nonstop. The central air conditioning was blowing, but all Bo Xun could hear were their intertwined heartbeats—thump, thump, thump—strong yet frantic.
“Huanhuan’s lips are so beautiful.” Bo Xun’s scorching gaze traced her lovely red lips. “But why are the words that come from them so unpleasant to hear?”