You Can’t Just Touch Me!

Synopsis: Everyone who knows her knows that Fei Chaichai is allergic to the opposite sex by nature. But she refuses to give up. Every day she corners different people to run experiments, trying to find the one who can make her immune. That day, she blocks another man against the wall, shamelessly harassing him with the utmost humility: “Please… just let me touch you!” On a gloomy evening, in a dim alley. The man she stops leans lazily against the wall, his collar loose, revealing a stretch of pale neck, tattoos coiled around it—desolate and cold. Hearing her unreasonable request, he barely reacts, eyes drooping lazily as he asks, “Is touching enough?” So… generous? Hearing this, Fei Chaichai immediately starts scheming beyond just “touching.” Like, getting him to help her pursue his twin brother—the ideal man she fell for at first sight at the pet hospital. * Recently, Li Yuyuan’s return to the country has stirred quite a stir in the circle. Rumor has it that the country’s top hackers are either in prison or at N.Found, the company he founded himself, drawing attention from all sectors of society, with stock prices climbing continuously. But everyone at N.F agrees that their boss has been in a bad mood lately. The reason, presumably, is a young woman who not only clings to him relentlessly but also crashes his celebration banquet, scolding him in front of all the big shots: “Li Yuyuan, if you won’t help me chase your brother, what are you doing here carousing?!” In the club with its cold, understated fragrance, light and shadow shift, brightness and darkness interweave. The entire room holds its breath. In a dim corner, the man lounges deep in a sofa. Hearing this, he props his cheek on his hand, studies her for a moment, almost smiling, and asks, “Who told you I have a brother?” Fei Chaichai: “?” She freezes, still processing, when she’s yanked forward, stopping right before that desolate tattoo. Li Yuyuan’s large palm presses against her thin back, tilting his head slightly, lips brushing her ear, his voice low and dangerous, unhurried: “The one you met at the hospital was me, the one who dated you in the rainy night was me, the one who bit your lips swollen was me—from start to finish, it was only ever me, one person.” Fei Chaichai: “…??” — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: You Can’t Just Touch Me! — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠