Fu Zhiyan's gaze suddenly grew intense, revealing a depth of emotion.
The man's presence enveloped Han Xiaoye, and she finally sensed the danger. She struggled, propping herself against his chest, trying to break free.
"Fu Zhiyan, let go of me," she said sharply, her voice was lively.
D*mn seduction!
She was... Han Xiaoye.
Fu Zhiyan narrowed his eyes, a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen! As a grown man, he knew exactly what that heat meant. D*mn it! He released his grip on Han Xiaoye and forced himself to look away.
Han Xiaoye quickly jumped up, standing cautiously three meters away from him.
She might not have firsthand experience, but she had theoretical knowledge. Fu Zhiyan's gaze just now was exactly the same as the gaze of a man who wanted to do something bad in television dramas. She was scared to death...
She was willing to take responsibility for her actions, but she had no intention of taking responsibility with her body.
Fu Zhiyan seemed oblivious to her caution. He unbuttoned a button on his shirt, tugged at his clothes, and commanded in a chilling tone, "Come here."
"No!"
Fu Zhiyan furrowed his brow, repeating himself, "Han Xiaoye, come here."
What should she do? His aura was incredibly intimidating, but if she went over, what if... Han Xiaoye bit her lip and became determined for once.
"I don't need to go over there, Mr. Fu. Whatever you have to say, say it here. I can hear you just fine."
Fu Zhiyan squinted like a hawk. Suddenly, he stood up, his tall figure making the room feel instantly cramped.
"Are you afraid of me?"
"..." Well, duh! Who wouldn't be afraid of you in your current state?
Han Xiaoye dared not utter a word, subtly retreating two steps without a trace.
Fu Zhiyan's face darkened instantly. His beautiful rose-colored thin lips were pursed into a line, and his entire face turned cold.
Oh my god, it was so terrifying...
Han Xiaoye felt the urge to flee through the door.
However, the man obviously did not give her a chance. He forcefully grasped her chin and leaned over to her. The distance between the two of them was less than 0.01 meters, and she could even see his impeccably smooth skin without a single pore...
"Are you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"
"Hahaha, as if! I never even considered that possibility. Mr. Fu, you're overthinking things. A young, accomplished, and charismatic man like you would never be interested in someone like me, a mere nobody. I'm just afraid that my own willpower might falter, tempted by your good looks, and I'll end up doing something uncontrollable like yesterday. You know, artists like me are prone to..."
She winked mischievously, displaying her playful side.
If she hadn't mentioned the things about yesterday, things would have been fine. But as soon as she brought it up, Fu Zhiyan couldn't help but recall the scene of being forced into "artistic" activities.
His handsome face turned dark. "I know about your affinity for 'art.' No need to remind me."
Han Xiaoye almost bit her tongue. If she hadn't been held by Fu Zhiyan, she would have slapped herself. She thought secretly "You've got a big mouth! Don't bring up things you're not supposed to."
Fu Zhiyan's gaze carefully scanned her, making Han Xiaoye's hairs stand on end. Finally, the man's eyes landed on her slightly protruding bosom.
Han Xiaoye's heart was thumping wildly.
"I'm not interested in anything too small. You can rest assured," Fu Zhiyan let go of her, as if he hadn't been the one with the scorching gaze just now.
Her heart, which had leaped up, shattered with a thud...
"What the..." She swallowed the curse word and suppressed the urge to explode. Raising her head, she tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Let me correct you, Mr. Fu. You prefer blue-chip stocks, while others prefer growth stocks. I have great growth potential, so I'm not small."
Fu Zhiyan neither confirmed nor denied, he opened the wardrobe and, under Han Xiaoye's watchful gaze, calmly took out several colorful bras. "It seems these won't quite fit you. Tomorrow, I'll have Auntie Wang prepare the smallest size for you."
Han Xiaoye's temples twitched.
It was impossible to describe how disharmonious the scene in front of her was.
The cold and handsome man was holding a handful of lacy bras in one hand, but his face was expressionless. The air of abstinence was simply overwhelming... Han Xiaoye suddenly had the urge to take out her camera and take a photo. Compared to Fu Zhiyan's naked body, a photo of him holding cute bras would probably make magazines fly off the shelves!
Han Xiaoye didn't know how Fu Zhiyan went out with a bunch of bras and what he said before he went out. She only felt that she was so shocked that she was in a daze. After the door closed, she threw herself onto the bed.
So many uncontrollable things seemed to have happened these past couple of days.
She had provoked Fu Zhiyan and mysteriously ended up living at his place...
Han Xiaoye covered her eyes with her hands, plunging the world into darkness. Her sense of hearing became unusually clear. She heard the sound of doors opening and closing next door, buzzing in her head... Whatever, she didn't care. She was broke anyway, and Fu Zhiyan probably just wanted to force her to hand over the photos. With her nerves on edge the whole day, Han Xiaoye was also exhausted. The bedding beneath her emitted a warm, sunny scent, and she couldn't resist the call of sleep, sinking into a deep slumber...
...
Han Xiaoye was awakened by hunger.
She turned on the lights and realized that it was only four in the morning. She struggled on the bed for a while, but in the end, she couldn't resist her rumbling stomach and reluctantly got up from the bed.
When she opened the door, the villa was silent. She intentionally moved cautiously, groping her way through the pitch-black mansion.
The kitchen, where was the kitchen?
Han Xiaoye carefully searched the dark villa and finally found the kitchen. She was overjoyed and quickly rushed over...
"Bang!"
A crisp sound broke the silence of the quiet villa.
Han Xiaoye clutched her twisted foot, on the verge of tears. D*mn it, it hurt so much! It seemed that even drinking cold water would cause trouble when you were having a bad day. She had just been slightly careless and immediately ran into trouble. It felt like her bones were dislocated, and the pain made her break out in a cold sweat. Han Xiaoye gritted her teeth, suppressing any sound to avoid waking up the people in the villa. But it really hurt, so much that it felt like her left foot was about to become useless... D*mn, what did she even stumble upon?
Suddenly...
The lights in the villa suddenly turned on, illuminating the room as if it were daytime.
Han Xiaoye was startled, quickly turned around, and saw a man in pajamas walking towards her with a tired expression.
She didn't have time to worry about the pain in her foot and quickly explained, "I didn't steal anything. I was just hungry and wanted to find something to eat."
Sneaking around someone else's house in the middle of the night was suspicious. She now really felt the old saying "There's no washing away the stain, not even with a dip in the mighty Yellow River."
"Gurgle..."
Her stomach gave an especially loud rumble.
Just as Han Xiaoye was feeling extremely embarrassed, she suddenly found herself lifted into the air by the man's arms...