Lin Mian's head exploded in a moment.
Looking at the man's superior and handsome face, her ears turned bright red in an instant.
She didn't expect him to use such a bland tone to say such shocking words.
"Do you want to?"
Shi Lin's calm gaze was as deep and dark as the night outside the window at that moment, overwhelming her with a sense of invasion.
Lin Mian's nerves tensed, and the hairs on her back stood on end.
"I, I don't want to."
"But I do."
Shi Lin's already deep voice grew even deeper, with a hint of huskiness.
Lin Mian's fingertips tightened, her lips moved slightly, intending to refuse, but it was already too late.
Shi Lin grabbed her arm, ushered her forward, and with another hand on the back of her head, leaned down heavily and kissed her deeply.
"A thud."
The ice bag fell to the ground.
The man's unique and exclusive scent hit her in the face, splashing between her breath, scorching hot, as if her skin was about to ignite.
Lin Mian's breath hitched, and she subconsciously tried to move away. However, at the moment she turned her head, the back of her head was firmly held in place by the man's large palm.
"Don't move." His voice husky, with an irresistible command.
Lin Mian's heart was beating rapidly.
Just harassed by a drunkard tonight, she had a deep shadow in her heart. Even though the man in front of her was outstanding and exceptional, her body still trembled uncontrollably.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
With a low, hoarse voice, Shi Lin commanded as Lin Mian was forced to open her eyes, meeting that exquisite and heart-throbbing handsome face.
"Do you know what the best way to eliminate fear is?" Shi Lin pressed against her forehead, emphasizing each word: "It's to replace it with a different kind of stimulation."
The next second, Lin Mian felt her waist tighten, and her whole body was lifted up in the air.
In the midst of upheaval, her back sank into the soft large bed.
She closed her eyes and surrendered to him.
...
Lin Mian slept deeply, without any signs of insomnia.
When she woke up the next day, the familiar ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows once again greeted her eyes, the scenes of last night flashing vividly and scorching in her mind.
She knew she had once again fallen into the Eight Directions City.
The other side of the large bed was empty, without Shi Lin's figure, but the whole bed was filled with his residual, unique and exclusive scent.
Dragging her sore legs out of bed, Lin Mian picked up the fallen bathrobe from the floor, wrapped it around herself, and walked out, pushing the door open.
There was no one in the living room, only a note left behind.
[Temporary matter, gone for half an hour.]
The note had a strong and forceful signature at the bottom right corner, the writing piercing the paper, mysteriously reminiscent of him.
Checking the time, it was only a little past six, with a long way to go before it was time for work.
She decided to wander into the kitchen, finding the pantry pathetically empty with only a dozen neatly arranged bottles of soda in the fridge.
After some thought, she grabbed her phone and ordered some takeout, as well as some groceries.
Half an hour later.
When Shi Lin came back, he caught a whiff of a pleasant aroma. There was a figure moving in the kitchen, and a pile of takeout boxes were laid out on the dining table, quite a generous spread.
Shi Lin glanced at the order prices, his eyes deepening.
Renting a dingy, messy little room for himself, yet being so lavish with food for others.
A typical people-pleaser personality.