Chapter 81: 081 Unattainable
She immediately followed him into the kitchen.
Having busied herself in the kitchen for half a day, Su Ran’s throbbing heartbeat gradually subsided. When she turned to grab a plate, she caught a glimpse of the man leaning against the door from the corner of her eye.
She started slightly, patting her chest with residual fright.
“When did you get here?”
Fu Qiyuan’s deep-set eyes rested on her exquisite face, his gaze intense. Finally, he stood up straight and slowly walked towards her.
“For a little while.”
“Then you should have made a sound, you scared me.”
As she spoke, she rinsed a plate under water and served up the omelet she had just finished frying in the pan.
“I wanted to feel it a little more.”
At his words, Su Ran looked up only to collide with the man’s warm chest, a vast expanse of appealing skin in her view. Even through the thin shirt, she could feel the man’s hot, racing heart.
“I wanted to feel the warmth and happiness of this moment a little more.”
The man’s familiar scent enveloped her, his warm breath spraying in her ear, teasing her skin. His voice was low and seductive, his demeanor affectionate and languid, much like that of a couple deeply in love.
Her heart, once again uncontrollably began pounding violently; faced with such allure, Su Ran was at a loss.
This man, he was clearly here to seduce her deliberately.
A trace of helplessness crossed her brow, and her gaze involuntarily fell on the man’s neckline, pleadingly she said,
“Can you please button up your shirt?”
Fu Qiyuan curved his lips slightly, a fleeting smirk passing undetected across his eyes; he looked down at his attire, then at the woman whose face was flushed with embarrassment yet couldn’t take her eyes off him, and he gently shook his head.
Those two plain words were spoken particularly slowly by the man, in a husky, beguiling tone, accompanied by a faint smile on his handsome face.
Clearly up to no good.
Su Ran’s scalp tingled.
He really was oblivious to the dangers of society; nowadays, even men needed to protect themselves out there.
She clenched her teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed through clenched jaws.
“Seducing me won’t work, button up, or you’ll catch a cold.”
Fu Qiyuan raised his eyebrows, looking at the girl’s gritted teeth, he teased with a half-smile,
“What will happen if I don’t button up?”
Su Ran took a deep breath and smiled at him.
“What else but to molest you?”
She herself didn’t know what outrageous thing she might do.
Fu Qiyuan’s lips curved up.
“Or do you need me to help you?”
Bending slightly, the man’s face was now close to hers, his warm breath on her face, Su Ran’s heart raced, and her eyes accidentally fell into his dark, bottomless depths.
In his eyes, there swirled a seductive haze, the crimson light landing on her blushing lips.
Her eyelashes fluttered gently, and Su Ran instinctively stepped back, extending her hand to push him, creating some distance between them.
“You… Breakfast is ready, we can eat now.”
The next second, her hand was enveloped in his palm, placed over his own heart. The clear rhythm pulsed through the thin shirt into her palm, connecting with her own heartbeat, eventually converging into one and weaving into love.
Su Ran’s eyes trembled slightly, she didn’t dare to look into Fu Qiyuan’s eyes. He stepped back, rubbing her head.
After saying that, he was ready to leave.
Su Ran bit her lip and, on impulse, grabbed the hem of the man’s shirt.