However, she did not expect Fu Zhiyan to release his grip on her waist and turned abruptly, averting his gaze. "Let's go," he said.
"Where are we going?" Han Xiaoye asked, perplexed.
Fu Zhiyan paused for a moment, looking somewhat surprised. "Do you plan on attending the banquet covered in two pounds of flour?" he remarked.
Wait a minute! She never said she wanted to attend any banquet!
But Fu Zhiyan was known for his decisiveness, and she had made a great mistake just now. She didn't dare to push her luck any further. Reluctantly, she followed behind him.
...
Her tears and snot had smudged his clothes, and the fastidious Mr. Fu couldn't possibly continue wearing them. So he brought her to the presidential suite in Zone B of the hotel. After spending half an hour in the bathroom, he emerged wearing a bathrobe.
He casually wiped his damp hair, and within the loose folds of the robe, his sensuous figure was tantalizingly visible.
Han Xiaoye covered her nose, determined to resist the tempting display of masculinity before her.
The man who didn't feel like he was seducing someone noticed the girl who was standing in the room in a daze. His hand which was drying his hair paused and his thin lips pursed slightly.
"Come here."
Han Xiaoye was stunned.
Fu Zhiyan tossed a towel at her and lazily settled onto the sofa, propping up his long legs. "Help me dry my hair," he said with an air of arrogance.
"..." D*mn it!
She could take it!
Removing the towel from her head, Han Xiaoye resigned herself to the task of drying his hair. She couldn't help but marvel at how the heavens had favored this man. Not only did he possess everything everyone desired, but even the strands of his hair seemed impossibly perfect.
Han Xiaoye's hands grew sore from the continuous rubbing, but she managed to get his hair about 80% dry. She rubbed her aching wrists and woke up the man whose eyes were already closed.
"Done," she declared.
Fu Zhiyan opened his eyes, his gaze akin to a midnight galaxy, ready to suck people in and drown them in its vortex. He remained motionless, observing Han Xiaoye for a moment before his cold lips parted slightly. "Who did your makeup? It's hideous."
What an unbearable situation! Han Xiaoye threw aside the towel and burst into uncontrollable laughter, her wide smile revealing her gaping mouth. "This is the trendy toxic makeup of the year. When I step out, everyone praises my perfectly drawn features, my captivating beauty, and my stunning appearance, comparing me to a picturesque masterpiece, as beautiful as a flower blooming under the moonlight."
"I'm everyone's darling. Mr. Fu, you should broaden your horizons and watch more TV. I don't mind your opinion, but if someone else hears it, they might think you're out of touch with the times."
Han Xiaoye deliberately brought her face closer, shaking off the excess foundation powder. The white powder fell softly, blending with her freshly cried face, reminiscent of Sadako.
"Mr. Fu, take a closer look. Don't you think I look more beautiful up close?"
Fu Zhiyan's perpetually icy demeanor revealed a rare expression, one that oozed disdain no matter how you looked at it.
Unfazed, Han Xiaoye moved her face even closer, adopting a teasing tone. "Mr. Fu, don't you find me attractive? Take a good look at my skin and this luscious mouth."
Her "luscious mouth" spread wide across half her face, almost touching the man's face.
He deserved it!
Who told him to smash her camera!
Who told him to act as a snob!
Han Xiaoye looked at the conflicted expression on the man's face and felt extremely happy!
She didn't realize that her actions had placed her whole body straddling Fu Zhiyan's thighs. Oblivious to it, she continued to sway her hips provocatively, leaning towards Fu Zhiyan's face with a mischievous intent to disgust him.
"But, guess what? I'm wearing YSL lipstick. The color is stunning, and it's peach-flavored. Don't believe me? Take a sniff..."
Just as Han Xiaoye was about to open her mouth to blow air at the person beneath her, unexpectedly, the person underneath her suddenly spoke, "Okay."
What Okay?
Her mind was still in a daze.
In an instant, everything spun around, and she found herself flipped over onto the sofa. The supple leather sofa engulfed her, with her hands pinned above her head by the man. She couldn't move an inch.
"Mmm..."
Han Xiaoye's eyes widened like copper bells as she felt the warmth on the corner of her lips.
The rich cold fragrance was suffocating...
Fu Zhiyan was kissing her!
Thump, thump, thump... Her heart, which had only just settled, began pounding again. It was so rapid that her eardrums buzzed.
Fu Zhiyan was kissing her!
Han Xiaoye blinked to make sure that she was not hallucinating.
Legend had it that a man who was repulsed by women to the point of impotence actually kissed her! No, he licked her!
Thump, thump...
All the blood in his body rushed up to her head. Han Xiaoye's face flushed red.
Before she could struggle, the man whose lips were pressed against hers had already let go of her hand and straightened up. There seemed to be a hint of amusement in his usually icy and cold eyes. "Indeed, it has a peach flavor."
"Pervert!"
Han Xiaoye swung her claws at him.
Fu Zhiyan grabbed her wrist, his eyes no longer smiling but returning to their usual seriousness and coldness. "Han Xiaoye, you invited me."
"I..." There was a saying went "Shooting oneself in the foot" and that could perfectly describe Han Xiaoye's situation. Han Xiaoye's face was flushed red. "Even if it was, I only said that I wanted you to smell it. I didn't ask you to... to..."
"Ask me what?" Fu Zhiyan's imposing manner was overwhelming, his tone serious and earnest. "Hasn't your textbooks taught you that practice is the sole criterion for testing truth? Or were you not paying attention in class?"
Clearly, he was the one being shameless, so why did she feel a sense of guilt?
As a low-achieving student, Han Xiaoye shrank her neck. "I've heard about it, but..."
"No but."
Fu Zhiyan waved his hand.
"Go wash your face and change your clothes. We're already late."
"...Oh."
It was only when she reached the bathroom that she reacted. F*ck! She let this man off so easily!
...
Truly, the presidential suite of a top-notch hotel had everything on the washstand. Han Xiaoye washed her face, changing her old-fashioned updo into a playful bun. She put on the evening dress prepared by Fu Zhiyan and walked out of the bathroom.
Fu Zhiyan had already changed his clothes and was casually sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs and reading a magazine. When he saw her come out, he casually put down the magazine in his hand.
"Let's go."
Han Xiaoye, who had been expecting praise, rolled her eyes instantly. Well, there was no point in hoping for an emotionally unavailable man to change his ways. It was better to expect a pig to climb a tree.
Kefferin Hotel's Zone B was a distance away from Zone A. It was only when Han Xiaoye stepped outside that she realized it was already dark, with the moon shining brightly. The cool moonlight hung in the sky, faintly revealing sparkling stars, creating a magnificent sight.
A gust of cold wind blew, and she shivered, sneezing.
The man walking ahead stopped in his tracks, took off his coat, and threw it over her arms. "Put it on."
Han Xiaoye's heart warmed as she draped the suit jacket over her bare shoulders. With the clothes shielding her from the wind, her body instantly felt warmer.
For the first time, she sincerely said to Fu Zhiyan, "Thank you."
Just then...
"Brother Zhiyan."
Full of sorrow, turning and twisting.
Ji Shuya, dressed in a white evening gown, walked elegantly from around the corner. The swaying and graceful hem of her dress trailed over the marble floor, exuding indescribable grandeur and beauty.
Her makeup was exquisite, and her features picturesque. With a pair of affectionate eyes, she gazed unblinkingly at the cold and elegant man. After a moment, as if forcing herself, she squeezed out a smile. "Brother Zhiyan, you finally arrived."