"alright."
After confirming for the last time that the newly tied knot would not fall off, Fu Jingchuan spoke softly, raised his head, and saw Shi Yang looking at him with complicated eyes.
His eyes paused and he couldn't help but look at her.
When their eyes met, Shiyang's eyes flashed with a trace of embarrassment.
She turned her eyes away.
"Thanks."
She thanked him softly, turned around and was about to leave, but her arm was suddenly grabbed.
Fu Jingchuan didn't have much strength and just held it gently.
Shi Yang had to stop, but he didn't look back.
She knew what Fu Jingchuan's action meant.
The two of them had never talked about this issue head-on since their relationship last night, and they both had a tacit understanding not to mention it.
As adults who are competent enough to take responsibility for their actions, they all know exactly what they are doing.
I didn't mention it not because I couldn't face it, but because I knew too well that this loss of control shouldn't happen, but I chose to let it go.
"Why didn't you say no last night?"
Fu Jingchuan looked at her profile and asked, his voice soft and calm.
"I..." Shiyang pursed her lips slightly. This question made her feel particularly embarrassed and a little embarrassed.
"Huh?" His voice rose slightly, still waiting for her answer.
"Addicted to... male lust."
After hesitating for a moment, Shi Yang finally spoke.
Fu Jingchuan: "..."
Maybe he didn't expect such an answer.
Shiyang didn't have the courage to look back at him: "I'm just indulging in desire."
"Is it just desire?"
Fu Jingchuan asked, his voice a little colder.
Shiyang's eyes paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
"So what was last night?" Fu Jingchuan asked, "an indulgence that started with desire and ended with desire?"
Shiyang hesitated for a moment, then looked back at Fu Jingchuan and nodded lightly: "Yes."
A very accurate summary.
Fu Jingchuan smiled, then quickly put it away: "Shiyang, you like my body."
Shiyang did not deny it and spoke softly: "I think no woman can resist it."
"Then don't waste it."
Fu Jingchuan said, taking a step closer to her.
Shi Yang subconsciously took a step back.
"you……"
She wanted to speak, but the pressure brought by his tall figure instantly short-circuited her brain, making her unable to speak.
Fu Jingchuan didn't seem to see her panic and took another step towards her.
She could only continue to retreat.
My back slowly pressed against the cold wall.
Shi Yang had to stop and looked up at him anxiously.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at the wall behind her, and slowly moved his eyes towards her face until he slowly fell into her eyes.
"This opportunity that no woman can resist is right in front of you." He looked at her and spoke slowly, "Why are you running away?"
Shiyang: "..."
Fu Jingchuan looked at her and continued: "When you are forced to be trapped in a room like this, you may only have this chance in your life."
Shiyang: "..."
She raised her arms hesitantly, tentatively trying to push him away, but failed.
Fu Jingchuan looked at her condescendingly.
Shi Yang had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "One opportunity like this is enough."
Fu Jingchuan: "But this opportunity is not over yet, we can't leave today."
Shiyang: "..."
Fu Jingchuan looked at the embarrassment on her face and said nothing, just looking at her.
Shiyang couldn't think of any words to refute, so he just hit him hard, pushed him away, turned around and wanted to leave.
Fu Jingchuan let her push him away without moving, and looked at her with his black eyes without moving, letting her walk by.
The moment they passed each other, his hand held her arm again, but it was no longer as gentle as before. The moment Shiyang turned to look at him in confusion, he had already grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
When Shiyang's back pressed against the hard wall again, Fu Jingchuan also placed his palms on the wall behind her ears.
Shiyang raised her head in panic, and the shadow pressed down. A broad hand sank from the side of her cheek into the back of her neck, holding the back of her head and forcing her to raise her head. Fu Jingchuan's lips also pressed down.
Precise and clean.
Shiyang subconsciously wanted to struggle. Fu Jingchuan's palm tightened, but the kiss on his lips stopped and he looked at her with his dark eyes.
"Since it starts with desire and ends with desire, what are you afraid of?" His voice was low and slow, "When the sky clears tomorrow and you put on your clothes, who can pester whom?"
