18 – Want to Do Something but Aunt Flo Came
That evening, Chu Ruan slept in Fu Chenxuan’s room as usual.
When Fu Chenxuan first brought her here, he had never intended to force her. He had even worried she might resist, so he arranged for her to stay on a different floor, separate from him.
When Fu Chenxuan saw Chu Ruan come over, he didn’t say anything, merely curling his lips before heading straight to the bathroom for a shower.
Chu Ruan had already bathed and was sitting on the sofa in her long nightgown, lost in thought. The sound of running water reached her ears, and she felt an involuntary warmth spread across her face.
She had never been this intimate with Fu Chenxuan before.
Not just intimate—they had never even sat together peacefully to have a conversation.
Chu Ruan felt a bit nervous. Her mind wandered to something she couldn’t quite place, and her porcelain-like face flushed with a rosy hue. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she bit her lip with her pearly white teeth.
Truth be told, she was now willing to offer everything to this man—absolutely everything.
As Chu Ruan was lost in her daze, the man finished his shower and emerged, his upper body bare and a towel wrapped around his waist.
Although Fu Chenxuan appeared to be a businessman on the surface, his great-grandfather had been an out-and-out warlord. After the founding of the nation, the family ventured into dual businesses, which had been passed down through generations.
Thus, his physique was naturally not like that of an ordinary, feeble businessman.
The man’s body was lean and well-defined, with distinct abdominal muscles and smooth lines—powerful but not intimidatingly bulky. His broad shoulders and narrow waist formed a perfect V-shape.
Chu Ruan stared in a daze, her eyes fixed on Fu Chenxuan’s body.
He… he actually had such a good figure?!
In her previous life, Chu Ruan had only ever seen Fu Chenxuan in suits.
Now, she subconsciously swallowed, her face burning red. Her gaze darted around, torn between wanting to look and feeling too shy. Taking advantage of the moment he sat on the edge of the bed to dry his hair, she stealthily glanced over before quickly looking away.
Fu Chenxuan’s eyes swept over Chu Ruan, who was trying hard to appear composed, and the corners of his lips curled upward. “Could you help me dry my hair?”
Chu Ruan snapped out of her trance, blinked a couple of times to process his words, then nodded and hopped off the sofa, walking over barefoot.
Only when she stood in front of the man did Chu Ruan realize that she was barely taller than him while standing.
Chu Ruan was petite, unlike Chu Lanyan, who was tall and striking.
She tested the hairdryer’s warm air, and Fu Chenxuan slightly lowered his head, allowing the girl’s small hands to gently run through his damp hair.
Chu Ruan didn’t notice that she had ended up standing within the man’s embrace, and eventually, she found herself sitting on his loosely wrapped towel-covered lap.
Fu Chenxuan held Chu Ruan’s slender waist, the beast within him unusually calm.
In the past, the more he yearned for Chu Ruan’s closeness, the more he feared her rejection.
But now, with Chu Ruan obediently standing by his side and leaning into his embrace, it all felt like a dream.
If this were a dream, he wished he would never wake up—no matter the cost.
Fu Chenxuan gently tightened his hold on Chu Ruan, closed his eyes, and buried his face against her. The faint fragrance from her body lingered at the tip of his nose, and he couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile.
What should he do? He was finding it harder and harder to let go.
No, he would never let go.
After blow-drying Fu Chenxuan’s hair until it was half-dry, Chu Ruan let her hand fall onto his shoulder, then quickly pulled it back as if scalded.
Fu Chenxuan chuckled, his deep voice resonating beside her ear. “What, scared?”
Chu Ruan shook her head, her eyes glistening. “No, it’s not that…”
“Then why are you pulling away?” Fu Chenxuan’s expression shifted slightly, as if he were upset.Chu Ruan quickly placed her small hand on the man’s shoulder again, only to have it captured by Fu Chenxuan, who led it all the way to his chest, pressing it against his heart.
Feeling the man’s heartbeat, ripples stirred within Chu Ruan, and she trembled uncontrollably.
A faint flame flickered in Fu Chenxuan’s dark eyes as he pulled the girl tightly into his embrace, lowering his head to kiss her.
Chu Ruan went limp in Fu Chenxuan’s arms, but suddenly sensed something amiss—a surge of warmth rushed out.
Snapping back to reality, Chu Ruan pushed the man away with force and hurriedly dashed into the bathroom.
Fu Chenxuan’s expression instantly turned cold and severe, the flames in his eyes transforming into a storm.
Was she so disgusted by him? So repulsed by his touch?!