Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Song Chuyi swept a glance at the ointment and nodded. He undid his suit, pulled his shirt out from his pants, raised his shirt and said while panting slightly, “Help me apply it; I have no strength.”
When Changqing saw his beautiful abs, her hand shuddered disappointingly.
She always thought from novels and dramas that women were the ones who were alluring when drunk, but it turned out that a man, when drunk, could also reveal… such a weak and delicate side.
This kind of Song Chuyi was too in need of a woman’s care.
Changqing took a deep and long breath. Her little universe was about to explode.
She applied a bit of the ointment on his chest.
His skin was smooth and also hot, making her fingers tremble from the heat.
Song Chuyi’s chest rose and fell together with her rubbing. Changqing only felt his breathing getting heavier the more she rubbed.
She lifted her head slightly. His pupils were burning as though there were stars throbbing within.
“Surely it’s not… getting more painful?” Changqing got a shock.
“… It’s better.” Song Chuyi lowered his shirt, shut his eyes and said with a thick, husky voice. “Help me fasten my seatbelt.”
“Oh.” Changqing twisted the ointment bottle closed before moving to fasten his seatbelt.
Her arms weren’t long enough and couldn’t reach it for a long time. She lifted her body up unconsciously.
Song Chuyi opened his eyes again and what he saw in the dimly-lit car was her body almost sprawled over his, her left hand pressed against the back of his seat, and her lips extremely close to his chin. The faint fruity scent of her body wafted into his nose.
He lowered his lids again. In that position, her strapless gown almost revealed her two fair lumps.
Song Chuyi clenched his teeth, suppressed the throbbing feeling within his body, put his hand in his pocket, and asked, “Are you done?”
“Done.” He felt awkward. Actually, Changqing also felt awkward. She quickly returned to the driver’s seat, her heart beating recklessly.
Not long after they drove out of the manor, Boss Feng gave her a call. “Changqing, where did you go after picking up that call? Come back quickly, CEO Fu has been waiting for you.”
It was silent in the car and the volume of Changqing’s phone was set quite high. She looked at Song Chuyi subconsciously. She didn’t know when he opened his eyes, but he reached towards her. “Hand me the phone.”
“What do you want?” Changqing was nervous.
“I’m going to help you explain.” Song Chuyi had long arms and snatched the phone from her ear, saying in a tipsy voice, “Boss Feng…”
“Dr. Song.” Boss Feng was shocked.
“It’s like this—I didn’t feel too well after that glass of baijiu and happened to see Miss Yan, so she’s taking me to the hospital. Please help me inform Mingwei.” Song Chuyi’s slightly husky voice carried a certain power of a nobleman.
“I see. No problem, no problem. You’d better hurry to the hospital. We can meet up another day,” Boss Feng said immediately in a polite tone.
After the call was hung up. Boss Feng couldn’t stop complaining. He even made this call because Fu Yu asked him to. Why was this Changqing so good at provoking men?
Returning to the table, he told everyone the news extremely apologetically.
Guan Ying was dazed. A hint of haziness swept passed Fu Yu’s eyes. Zhan Mingwei laughed with subtleties. “That’s interesting.”
Boss Feng was so anxious he wanted to kick the Chief under the table. What was interesting about this?
“I suddenly recalled I have something to do. Chief Zhan, you guys carry on.” Fu Yu suddenly stood up and left.
Guan Ying followed Fu Yu hurriedly all the way to the waiting room on the third floor.
Once he entered the room, Fu Yu lit up a cigarette and sat on the couch, puffing out smoke. He had a profound look. No one could tell what he was thinking about.
“What happened to you all of a sudden?” Guan Ying could somewhat guess but women were best at playing dumb.