Volume 1, Chapter 62: This Man is Truly Hard to Pacify

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Fu Shiyue pinned the back of her neck, pressing her face down against the vanity. With a firm, forceful grip, he tilted her chin upward and stared coldly into her reflection in the mirror. "Are you looking to die?"

"Your precious Youwei made me uncomfortable. Am I not even allowed to be upset with you?"

Lu Miao whimpered softly like a spoiled cat. She rubbed her chin against the palm of his hand, narrowing her eyes lazily, looking both triumphant and intoxicated by his indulgence. "I know you wouldn't let another man touch me."

She braced herself against the vanity to stand straight, but the man's rigid chest pressed firmly against her back.

She saw Fu Shiyue's reflection in the mirror, his jawline sharply clenched, his expression so dark it seemed capable of dripping water.

"Alright, fine, I was wrong. Don't be mad anymore."

She turned around, stood on her tiptoes, and took the initiative to kiss him.

His lips were colder than usual, pressed into a tight, unyielding line.

Lu Miao tried to part them, but to no avail. She tapped his arm, which felt as hard as a boulder. "Stop sulking. Let me in already."

When the man still refused to yield, her patience began to wear thin. "Do you want it or not? If not, I'm taking it back—"

Just as she started to pull away, a large hand clamped onto the back of her head, and his thin lips pressed down fiercely against hers. "Mph."

She let out a startled gasp as the man forcefully drove her backward. The instant her lower back bumped against the marble edge of the counter, a large hand cupped her slender waist, saving her from colliding with the cold, unforgiving edge.

This man was torn between a desire to crush her to pieces and an obsessive, constant vigilance over her every move.

Lu Miao forgave his harshness and raw aggression, losing herself completely in the kiss.

As their breathing grew progressively hotter, Lu Miao felt her body grow weak under the rich, intoxicating taste of liquor lingering on his lips.

As Fu Shiyue's kisses trailed down to her neck, he felt her trembling beneath him like a leaf in the wind.

Yet he did not stop. He continued to pepper kisses across her fair, delicate skin, the palm supporting her waist slowly inching upward.

The overhead light cast a dizzying glare as the man forcibly parted her legs with his lean, muscular hips. He lifted her onto the marble counter, raising one of her long, smooth, alabaster legs.

With tears in her eyes, Lu Miao bit down hard on his shoulder. Her sharp teeth pierced his shirt and sank into his flesh, jolting him back to his senses.

"I'm sorry." Realizing he had crossed the line, Fu Shiyue stepped back. Deprived of support, Lu Miao slumped against his chest like a limp noodle, sliding downward. He quickly caught the young woman's waist, and she hung weakly against him, the outer corners of her eyes flushed red and hazy with mist.

She looked utterly pitiful, like a creature that had just been bullied.

Supporting her boneless, delicate body with one arm, Fu Shiyue reached behind her with his other hand and zipped up her slip dress.

He wanted to throw her coat over her shoulders, only to realize that both her coat and her handbag had been left behind in the private suite.

"Once we grab your things, I'll take you home."

The young woman in his arms blushed furiously, her tear-filled eyes hazy as she gave a muffled nod.

Too ashamed to face anyone, she buried her face directly against his chest, wiping her random tears all over his shirt.

Overwhelmed by a sudden surge of tenderness, Fu Shiyue lifted her down from the counter, pulled her securely into his arms, and opened the door to step outside.

When they reached the entrance of the suite, Fu Shiyue asked Shen Lü to bring out her belongings.

Just then, they ran right into Lu Yan.

Lu Yan had just finished with the previous gathering, his footsteps slightly unsteady from alcohol, and was surprised to run into them. He paused mid-step upon entering, frowning slightly. "Why did you bring Miaomiao along too?"

Lu Miao hurriedly tried to push Fu Shiyue away, but she accidentally twisted her ankle. As she stumbled, he hooked her back into his arms.

Lu Yan sensed something was amiss and furrowed his brows slightly. "Has Miaomiao been drinking?"

"N-No, I just felt a little dizzy."

If she hadn't been drinking, why was her face so red?

With a perceptive glint in his eye, Lu Yan glanced at Fu Shiyue's hand, which was still resting on Lu Miao's waist. His eyes narrowed behind his lenses. "If you're not feeling well, should I have your Uncle Fu take you to the hospital to get checked out?"

Lu Miao's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly broke free from his embrace. "N-No, thank you. I'll be fine once I go home and rest."

At that moment, Shen Lü walked out carrying her coat and handbag. Sensing the awkward atmosphere, he gave a light cough. "Fifth Brother, here are your things."

Fu Shiyue naturally took the coat, draped it over Lu Miao's shoulders, and then took her bag.

"I'll take her home now."

With a crimson face, Lu Miao kept her head down and remained silent.

Sensing something between them, Lu Yan said to Fu Shiyue, "Sorry to trouble you tonight. Once you get Miaomiao home, head back early yourself."

Fu Shiyue nodded slightly and led Lu Miao away.

Once they got into the car, Lu Miao nervously twisted her fingers together. "What should we do? It looks like my uncle might have figured it out!"