After finishing the meal, Fu Cheng Shen went to wash the dishes. Su Luoyan stood at the doorway, watching his tall figure from behind. Since he had an office meeting today, he was dressed in his usual work attire: a custom-made shirt, straight suit pants, and a leather belt around his waist. Ignoring the slippers on his feet, he was undoubtedly a “back view killer.”
Fu Cheng Shen placed the bowls and chopsticks into the cabinet, wrung out a cloth to wipe the water stains off the marble countertop, hung the cloth back up, and dried his hands with a towel before slowly turning around.
As soon as he turned, he saw Su Luoyan standing with her arms crossed, leaning against the glass doorframe of the kitchen. Her eyes were bright, a faint smile playing on her lips as she gazed at him, a look that could easily make one lose themselves.
In that moment, Su Luoyan felt herself falling. Beyond pity and familial affection, perhaps he truly loved her.
When Fu Cheng Shen walked up to her, Su Luoyan stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. At 168 cm, she wasn’t short, but compared to his 186 cm height, there was still a nearly 20 cm difference. She always had to tilt her head up to look at him.
Her other hand wasn’t idle either. She used the back of her index finger to lift his chin, then slowly traced it along his jawline. “Do I look good?”
Fu Cheng Shen wrapped one arm around her slender waist, lifting her slightly as she stepped onto his feet.
“Ah!” Su Luoyan let out a startled cry, tightening her arms around his neck.
Their faces were now close together. Fu Cheng Shen’s warm breath brushed against her ear, making her instinctively flinch—it was too ticklish. She grabbed the back collar of his shirt.
“Teasing me again? Didn’t you eat enough earlier?”
Fu Cheng Shen’s voice was already deep, but when he deliberately spoke like this, it was no less captivating than the male voice actors she often listened to in radio dramas, easily stirring desire.
“Little sister didn’t eat enough. What about Brother? Did you eat enough?”
Su Luoyan, spoiled by him, wasn’t about to back down so easily. Who said she couldn’t tease him back?
Her firm teeth gently bit his soft earlobe, leaving a faint trace of moisture. Then, she blew a soft breath, igniting a fire of desire within him. His ears instantly flushed red.
“Hold me tight,” she urged urgently.
Fu Cheng Shen wrapped one arm around her waist and the other under her buttocks, giving it a firm squeeze. Su Luoyan was lifted into the air, quickly wrapping her long legs around his strong waist, afraid she might fall.
She thought they were heading to the bedroom, but instead, he placed her on the dining table. The table was spotlessly clean—Su Luoyan had personally wiped it down with a kitchen wipe, leaving no trace of grease.
Fu Cheng Shen leaned over, his gaze fixed on Su Luoyan’s face, his expression unreadable. He stared at her fair, radiant face, as dazzling as a bright pearl, unable to look away.
A gentle kiss landed on her eyelids, then the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. Su Luoyan closed her eyes, her palms pressed against the table as she arched her back and lifted her head to meet his passionate kiss.
It was a possessive kiss. Fu Cheng Shen gently sucked on her tongue, savoring the sweetness of her mouth. His hand pressed against the back of her head as he removed the shark clip from her hair, tossing it aside and letting her long locks cascade down.
He deepened the kiss, leaving Su Luoyan breathless.Su Luoyan was wearing button-up loungewear today, with a loose hem and no bra underneath. The man’s warm hand slipped under the hem of her clothes, grasping her soft, slender waist. Her smooth, delicate skin exuded a faint fragrance as his hand gradually moved lower.
After a while, the two finally ended the kiss. Su Luoyan gasped for breath, burying her head in Fu Cheng Shen’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the heat radiating from his body.
Unaware of the danger, she unbuttoned his shirt, feeling the firmness of his chest muscles with her own hands. She couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect the texture felt.
Fu Cheng Shen’s voice was hoarse, as if on fire, as he asked, “When did it come?”
“While you were in the meeting, I realized my period had started,” Su Luoyan said regretfully, though her tone was filled with gleeful mischief.
After what he put her through yesterday, she had to get back at him. With her period as her shield,
her hands didn’t stop moving. She unbuttoned almost all the buttons on his shirt, then traced his abs, counting how many there were.
Fu Cheng Shen chuckled, taking her hand away from his abs and holding it in his own. No wonder this little temptress was so bold today—she had been waiting for this moment.
Su Luoyan pretended to look at him sympathetically, like a cunning fox blinking her innocent big eyes. “Do you want to take a shower and take care of it? I’ll go run the bath for you.”
She tried to pull her hand back and escape from the table, but the man held onto her tightly. Moreover, she sensed a dangerous aura.
“Do you really think I can’t do anything about you?”
Su Luoyan smiled awkwardly, shifting her hips backward on the table and putting on a pitiful act. “Brother, I’m on my period. You wouldn’t want me to get hurt, would you?”
“Yan Er, there are other ways.”
The sound of a metal belt buckle echoed as Fu Cheng Shen took Su Luoyan’s soft, boneless hand, hinting, “Yan Er, help your brother.”
…
Su Luoyan stood in the bathroom washing her hands, truly understanding what it meant to suffer the consequences of one’s own actions.
The white foam on her hands was washed away by the water. After turning off the faucet, she sniffed her hands—only the scent of hand soap remained.
After washing her hands, she returned to the room. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Facing the closed bathroom door, she rubbed her sore wrist and couldn’t help but curse the dog of a man.
Fu Cheng Shen emerged from the bathroom wearing a blue bathrobe, his hair still dripping. He saw Su Luoyan lying on the bed playing with her phone.
He walked over and patted her full buttocks. Su Luoyan, still upset, pulled the blanket over herself.
“Still angry?”
Su Luoyan snorted through her nose, indicating she didn’t even want to speak. She turned around, leaving only her back to Fu Cheng Shen.
“I have a business dinner tonight. I ordered food from Yuxi Lou, and my assistant will deliver it later. Remember to eat.”
Hearing about the dinner, Su Luoyan stopped sulking and sat up on the bed, advising him, “Then don’t drink too much.”
Feeling her words weren’t forceful enough, she added a threat, “If you come back drunk, I won’t let you into my bed.”
Fu Cheng Shen walked over and kissed her lips—a gentle kiss that ended quickly.
“Okay. Does your stomach hurt?”
Su Luoyan shook her head. “No, it doesn’t. You should go now. Don’t worry about me.”
Fu Cheng Shen stroked her silky hair, letting the smooth strands slip through his fingers. “Call me if anything happens.”
“There is actually one thing?””What’s the matter?”
Su Luoyan fiddled with her fingers, blinking her eyes, “Help me buy a pack of overnight sanitary pads. I’ve run out of the overnight ones.” She added, “Go buy them yourself, don’t have your assistant do it.”
She really wasn’t used to having others buy such feminine products for her.
It had been a while since she last stayed here, and the sanitary pads she had stocked up before were all used up.
Fu Cheng Shen smiled and said, “Alright, I’ll go buy them myself when I come back.”