“Open your mouth!”
The man’s thin, red lips pressed against Su Yanxi’s soft lips.
Su Yanxi was dazed, her long, delicate eyelashes trembling as her whole body went limp.
With a ripping sound, the man tore open the pearl-white qipao she was wearing with his bare hands. Reaching around behind her, he unclasped her bra with one hand.
He pulled off the pink lace bra and tossed it onto his black shirt.
During CPR, a woman’s bra needs to be removed, especially if it has underwire. Otherwise, the wire could be driven into her lungs.
Fu Linchen placed one hand over the other, his hot palms settling at the center of Su Yanxi’s chest. He pressed down hard, again and again.
Thirty chest compressions, then two rescue breaths, the cycle repeated.
Su Yanxi had been pulled back from the brink of drowning. When she opened her eyes, she saw a face so handsome it was almost unfair.
A high-bridged nose, deep-set eyes, strong brows, and a bold bearing. His features were sharply defined, as beautiful as a richly painted oil portrait by the hand of the Creator—not a stroke too many, not one too few. Perfect.
“Brother Linchen!”
One of the older boys she had grown up with.
Her fiancé’s best friend.
Born into a top-tier aristocratic family with generations of military and political influence, Fu Linchen stood at the very top of the pyramid even in Beijing, a city crowded with the privileged. He was the untouchable, arrogant, carefree figure known as Beijing’s Crown Prince.
How strange. Why was he here?
Wasn’t he serving as a special police officer with the armed border defense forces in Yuncheng?
Yuncheng was where Su Yanxi had been born. Once, she’d had a warm home there…
Five years ago, Fu Linchen, Beijing’s Crown Prince, had suddenly given up his luxurious life in Beijing and gone all the way to Yuncheng to serve as a special police officer, a grueling and dangerous job. To this day, no outsider knew why he had done it.
While Su Yanxi was still dazed, the man covered her mouth with his again and blew a deep breath into her mouth.
The stimulation jolted her fully awake.
Help! Her first kiss was gone!
“Cough, cough, cough!” Su Yanxi reached out to push the man off her. The moment her palm touched him, she realized he was completely naked.
The muscles beneath her hand were firm and prominent, powerfully sensual and brimming with explosive strength.
Her already erratic heartbeat sped up even more.
Su Yanxi struggled to her feet. Fu Linchen’s gaze roamed over her without restraint.
His low, lazy voice drifted down from above her head, rich and magnetic, with a hint of rakish teasing.
“Out of the goodness of my heart, let me remind you: you’re not wearing any clothes.”
Su Yanxi looked down. Oh, God! She’d only just woken up, and she’d nearly fainted all over again.
She wrapped her arms around her chest and crouched down, her fair cheeks burning bright red.
A black shirt landed over her, carrying the crisp scent of snow-covered pine.
Once dressed, Su Yanxi wanted only to get away from this place as quickly as possible. To hide her embarrassment, she put on a cold expression.
Her legs felt as unsteady as though she were walking on cotton. She staggered, her body swaying as she nearly fell. The man wrapped a powerful arm around her slender waist and lifted her up.
“Why are you putting on such a brave face? Trying to freeze me into a Wangzai Ice Pop with that cold shoulder?”
Su Yanxi: “…”
She wasn’t a refrigerator. How was she supposed to do that?
He cradled her soft body as though she were a bouquet of bright, beautiful roses.
Fu Linchen carried Su Yanxi to a hotel.
She stood in the spacious, bright presidential suite, swallowed by his black shirt. Its hem hung down over her fair thighs.
After her shower, Su Yanxi was still wearing his black shirt.
Fu Linchen sat lazily in an armchair, one hand resting casually on the armrest. The platinum-and-black-diamond watch at his wrist gleamed beside his long, elegant fingers.
He lifted his eyes to look at her. His gaze was as black as spilled ink. Then he held out his hand.
Su Yanxi had no idea what he meant to do. A row of question marks seemed to appear over her head as she walked toward him.
“Brother Linchen, what are you doing?”
A faint smile glimmered in Fu Linchen’s eyes. He gripped her wrist, gave it a tug, and pulled her down onto his lap. “Sit in my arms.”
His solid chest pressed against her slender back as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Su Yanxi froze for a moment, then squirmed. “Don’t do that.”
“Then how about this?”
The room spun. His tall, muscular body came down over hers, pinning her to the double bed.
“Do you like it?”
“…” Su Yanxi’s heart pounded like a drum. “We can’t do this.”
Fu Linchen buried his flawless, handsome face in her neck, wild and unrestrained. “Why not? Because of Gu Yanze?”
At the sound of Gu Yanze’s name, Su Yanxi went still.
Everything that had happened before she fell into the water that night replayed in her mind, scene after scene, like a film.
“Yanxi, the truth is, I’ve always thought of you as a little sister. I’m only twenty-nine, still young, and I haven’t had my fill of fun. I don’t want to be tied down by marriage so soon. We can have an open marriage and each do our own thing.”
Su Yanxi and Gu Yanze had grown up together. They’d been promised to each other when they were children.
When she was nine, a major upheaval struck her family. Her grandfather’s comrade-in-arms, Old Master Gu—Gu Nanchu—took Su Yanxi into the Gu household.
Beneath the Chinese scholar tree, Gu Yanze, then a high school student, held a basketball. His long lashes drooped as he curiously studied the little girl with tears and snot all over her face.
Old Master Gu told Gu Yanze that she was his fiancée and would be living with them from then on.
Gu Yanze crouched down, unwrapped a White Rabbit milk candy, and popped it into the little girl’s mouth.
“Little Kitty, don’t cry. Big Brother will take care of you from now on.”
From that day on, a handsome king had stormed into her barren, helpless world, charging into battle for her alone, no matter the cost.
Gu Yanze never cared who was right—he always took her side. If anyone upset Su Yanxi, he didn’t bother asking why. He simply assumed the other person was at fault.
Once, Su Yanxi had dozed off in class. Her strict, old-fashioned homeroom teacher had demanded that she bring a parent in.
Gu Yanze stepped in front of her. “Can you really blame Su Yanxi—my Little Kitty—for falling asleep in class? It’s because you’re a lousy teacher. Your lessons are so boring, they’re like a lullaby. How do you expect students to sit through them? Class feels like a funeral, and school feels like prison. I’d want to sleep too.”
“Old man, as a teacher, your job is to educate students. If they’re not learning, it’s because you’re teaching badly. Maybe take some time to reflect on yourself and look for the problem there. What’s the big deal? Why demand that she bring in her parents? My Little Kitty is timid. What if you scare her? I’ll sue you! I’ll take it all the way to the central government and demand compensation for emotional distress!”
The old man was so furious he nearly keeled over and met his maker.
Beneath the Chinese scholar tree, the boy wore a white shirt. His smile was clear and bright, his beauty peerless. He was like a beam of golden light, illuminating her dark, helpless world.
She called him Big Brother, with all the affection and childish sweetness in her voice.
He organized the first birthday party of her life.
He bought the sanitary pads she used the first time she got her period.
When her breasts began to develop in adolescence, he bought her first bra.
He didn’t know how girls were supposed to put on a bra, but he searched online for videos, learned how, then told her what he’d found and taught her the proper way to wear one.
Her breasts developed faster than those of the other girls her age, and some of the boys would stare at her and talk about her behind her back. Embarrassed and sensitive, Su Yanxi grew used to hunching her shoulders whether she was standing or sitting.
Gu Yanze noticed. He gently told her that breast development was something every girl went through. She shouldn’t be ashamed, let alone feel inferior. Head held high, shoulders back—confident Yanyan was the prettiest.
Gu Yanze’s love meant Su Yanxi didn’t have to drift from place to place like a mayfly. She had a warm home where she could finally put down roots.
She could spend whatever she wanted and buy whatever jewelry or luxury goods she liked. He took her to school and picked her up every day. He spoiled her as she grew up, and naturally, she fell in love with him.
She had always believed that their marriage would follow naturally.
Until yesterday, when Old Master Gu brought up their marriage and said he wanted them to get married soon.
That was when Gu Yanze told Su Yanxi he thought of her only as a little sister, and suggested an open relationship where they could each do their own thing.
When Su Yanxi heard those words, it felt as though she’d been slapped hard across the face. Her beautiful dreams of love and marriage shattered. A buzzing filled her head.
She’d thought they were in love with each other, but it turned out—
He had no intention of being the passing breeze, yet she alone had stirred a mountain flood.
By chance, she’d found a beam of light and treasured it, anxiously and carefully. That light had once shone on her. But now the sun was setting, and she had to return it to the sun.
The light had gone out.
Her complicated background had taught Su Yanxi one thing from childhood: life rarely went as you wished. Things going wrong was simply the norm.
But when misfortune came for her, it still hurt so much.
Suddenly, click—the sound of a light switch came from beside her.
First, the soft floor lights came on. Gradually, the warm little lights around the ceiling followed. Finally, the crystal chandelier lit up too. Beams of light filled the entire room, and Su Yanxi’s world was flooded with daylight.
A sudden, tingling sting bloomed on her neck. Fu Linchen’s teeth nibbled at Su Yanxi’s snow-white skin there, lightly and repeatedly, sending a shiver of numbness through her.
“Eating Cao Cao’s food while thinking about Liu Bei? Your body’s here, but your mind’s elsewhere?”
His hot breath brushed her neck. His low, lazy voice, rich and magnetic, sounded close against her ear.
“Lying beneath me, and you still have the energy to think about another man, Little Princess? Should we do something interesting?”
Sweet! Doting! Sensual! Flirtatious!
Long-legged, devastatingly handsome, high-IQ Beijing’s Crown Prince VS slender-waisted, soft-bodied, stunningly beautiful qipao siren, pampered little heiress
At first he pursues her; later she pursues him. Super sweet and teasing, wild and sensual—an absolute must-read! If it’s not good, you can take a knife to me!