Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

When Shen Qingqing came out of the restroom, she immediately saw her best friend boldly straddling a strange man's lap.

She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him passionately, so much so that she was startled and dropped the tissue in her hand to the ground.

The man had his back to her; he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and the cigarette between his fingers still glowed with a hint of scarlet.

Even from behind, he exudes a cold aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Wow...that back view is so cool.

Shen Qingqing instinctively hid behind a pillar and peeked out.

The man's black shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing his well-defined wrists.

One hand rested loosely on Liu Yunshu's waist, her profile bathed in the dim light.

His expression was unclear, only occasionally a glint of light flashed in his eyes, cold and indifferent, yet seemingly... carrying a hint of indulgence.

Wait—this, isn't this Fu Yanshen?!

That drunkard Liu Yunshu! She actually sat on Fu Yanshen's lap!

She even kissed him?!

Shen Qingqing's heart almost stopped. She instinctively wanted to rush up and pull the person away, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot.

Fu Yanshen has an incredibly strong presence.

Even just a silhouette, a hand resting on the ground, or a cigarette ash that has burned out completely can be so intimidating that people dare not approach.

She was so anxious she didn't know what to do; she wanted to shout but dared not disturb the man.

Just then, the two people in the booth separated.

Liu Yunshu was panting, her face was flushed red, her eyes were hazy, and she was subconsciously clutching Fu Yanshen's shirt collar.

Fu Yanshen's thin lips glistened with moisture, making the pale color even more alluring.

He glanced down at the drunken person in his arms, his eyes so deep that his emotions were unreadable.

"Miss," he began, his voice low and husky, reeking of smoke and alcohol, somewhat alluring, "once you kiss me, there's no going back."

Liu Yunshu blinked, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, and couldn't understand a word.

She felt that the voice of "Brother Jingming" in front of her was deeper than usual, and his body smelled cold, but for some reason she felt at ease.

She nuzzled his hand and said softly, "I don't want anything else... I just want you, don't go..."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly. He raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips; the touch was cool. "Okay."

Shen Qingqing held her breath behind the pillar.

Fu Yanshen... agreed?

He said "okay" to a woman who was so drunk she couldn't recognize anyone.

Just as she was about to take the opportunity to pull Liu Yunshu away, Fu Yanshen suddenly looked up and his gaze accurately swept towards the direction where she was hiding.

His eyes were cold as ice, carrying an undisguised warning.

Shen Qingqing froze, her legs completely immobilized.

Her gaze lingered for only a moment before returning to its original position, but a layer of cold sweat had already broken out on her back.

Liu Yunshu was completely unaware of any of this.

She was coaxed into laughing by that "okay," tears still clinging to her face, but she snuggled closer into Fu Yanshen's arms.

Her face was pressed against his shirt, and she suddenly wrinkled her nose: "Jingming, you smell different today..."

Fu Yanshen's fingers paused at her waist. "What's different?"

"It used to be orange flavored..."

She was half asleep, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on his chest. "It's cold now, like a snowy day."

He then pressed it in further, saying, "But it's fine, it's not hot."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest traveling through his shirt to her cheeks, carrying a strangely comforting power.

He raised his hand to smooth the stray strands of hair on her cheek, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against her reddened earlobe.

Seeing that patch of skin instantly turn a deeper red, the dark glint in his eyes intensified. "If you like it, then so be it."

"Brother Jingming, shall we go home?" Liu Yunshu nestled in his arms, acting coquettishly.

"it is good."

Fu Yanshen raised his hand and tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear, his fingertips deliberately stroking her burning ear tips.

Seeing that skin so red it was almost bleeding, the playfulness and undercurrent in his eyes grew even stronger.

As he stood up, he steadily supported Liu Yunshu's knees with his arms and lifted her up in his arms.

The smoky gray skirt cascaded down, with fine silver threads tracing a streak of light in the dim light.

Liu Yunshu instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek against his slightly cool shirt.

The cool scent of cedar and tobacco lingering around her nose made her feel even more drowsy than alcohol.

She nuzzled against his shoulder, her voice soft and sweet like a dream: "Jingming-ge, you held me so well today..."

Fu Yanshen looked down at the person curled up in his arms, whose eyelashes were still wet with tears.

A satisfied smile played on her lips, like a kitten being stroked.

A faint smile curved his thin lips as he walked toward the door without stopping.

As he passed the pillar, his gaze swept over the direction where Shen Qingqing was hiding.

His cold gaze carried an undeniable warning, as if to say—dare to follow, or you'll face the consequences.

Shen Qingqing was so frightened that she quickly shrank her neck and watched helplessly as Fu Yanshen carried Liu Yunshu out of the bar.

As the wooden door closed, the wind chimes tinkled softly, but they did little to dispel the turmoil in her heart.

Fu Yanshen is Fu Jingming's uncle!

Liu Yunshu, that drunkard, has mistaken this devil for a scumbag and is pestering him. If she sobers up, she'll probably faint from fright.

Outside the bar, the night was as thick as ink.

Fu Yanshen shoved Liu Yunshu into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.

His fingertips brushed against her bare collarbone, feeling the delicate warmth of that skin, and his eyes darkened.

Liu Yunshu lazily wrapped her arms around his neck, the smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of roses filling the small car.

She looked up at Fu Yanshen's face, which was so close to hers, and said in a voice as soft as a feather brushing against her heart, "Jingming-ge, you're so gentle today..."

Fu Yanshen paused as he fastened her seatbelt, looking down at the hazy intoxication in her eyes.

That flushed red, soaked with alcohol, spread from the corner of her eye to her temple, like the finest rouge spreading out, delicate yet alluring.

"Really?" His voice was deep and slightly hoarse. "Then I'll be this gentle with you from now on."

Liu Yunshu beamed at these words, nuzzling her nose against his chin with a childlike dependence.

"Okay, then you're not allowed to see Su Manli anymore, you can only be good to me."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, his voice both cold and seductive: "Yes, only for you."

As he started the car, Fu Yanshen casually grabbed a tissue and bent down to wipe away the remaining tears on her cheeks.

The moment his fingertips touched her skin, Liu Yunshu let out a soft moan and opened her hazy eyes.

She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her cheek, her voice soft and aggrieved: "Don't go..."

"I won't leave." His voice was extremely gentle, like coaxing a child. "I'll take you home."

The car smoothly drove into the night, with soothing instrumental music flowing from the car stereo, mixed with Liu Yunshu's even breathing.

Fu Yanshen occasionally glanced at her; the dim streetlights cast dappled shadows on her face through the car window.

His fingertips traced the steering wheel, his eyes swirling with complex emotions.

There was a hint of amusement, a sense of determination, and a touch of pity that even he himself was unaware of.

The car stopped in front of a high-end apartment building. Fu Yanshen turned off the engine and carefully lifted Liu Yunshu out of the passenger seat.

He carried her into the apartment, where the city lights twinkled outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room.

He didn't turn on the light, but gently placed Liu Yunshu on the soft bed by the dim light from the window.

Just as he tried to get up, she grabbed his wrist tightly.

Liu Yunshu opened her eyes, the drunkenness in them fading somewhat, replaced by a mixture of confusion and stubbornness: "Don't go..."

Her fingertips were icy cold, clenched tightly, and her knuckles were white.

Fu Yanshen leaned down and looked at the tears welling up in her eyes, and that broken, alluring look pierced his heart once again.

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes, his voice low and solemn: "I won't leave."

Liu Yunshu stared into his eyes for a long time, as if trying to find some answer in those deep eyes.

The alcohol clouded her mind, but the grievances and anxieties in her heart became even clearer.

She suddenly reached out, cupped his face in her hands again, and awkwardly kissed him.

This kiss was less impulsive than before, and more cautious and tentative.

Her soft lips, carrying the sweet scent of alcohol, gently brushed against his thin lips, as if seeking solace.

Fu Yanshen's eyes darkened instantly. He gripped the back of her neck and deepened the kiss.

The lights outside the window reflected on their intertwined shadows. The night was thick, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

"Jingming, please, do you want me? It's been three years, and you've never touched me. Are you...?"

Liu Yunshu's voice broke between their lips, tinged with a drunken sob, the last syllable trembling from the kiss.

Her fingertips slid down the buttons of his shirt, with a reckless, all-or-nothing air.

But when she touched the third button, Fu Yanshen grabbed her wrist.

His palms were slightly cool, but his strength was unyielding, and the kiss stopped.

Fu Yanshen looked down at her, the lights outside the window casting dappled light into his deep eyes.

I couldn't discern his emotions, but his gaze seemed as deep and dark as the night.

"Look at me."

Liu Yunshu looked up blankly, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. The drunkenness and grievance in her eyes were intertwined, like butterfly wings wet with rain.

She opened her mouth, about to call out "Brother Jingming," when he gently pressed his fingertip against her lips.

"I am not Fu Jingming."

Liu Yunshu's muddled mind was no longer capable of thinking, and she mumbled back, "You're not... Brother Jingming?"

"Liar! Do you want to go and keep Su Manli company?"

As if realizing something, Liu Yunshu suddenly pounced on Fu Yanshen with a burst of strength.

With a quick flick of her wrist, she ripped off Fu Yanshen's shirt button with a "snap".

The cold metal rolled onto the velvet sheets, making a soft, rustling sound that was particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.

She straddled his waist, her hair falling down and brushing against his chin.

His eyes held a stubbornness churning with drunkenness, like a small beast burning its boats in desperation.

"You lied to me! You're Jingming! You clearly said you wouldn't leave, you said you'd only be good to me..."

Fu Yanshen let her press down on him, but his palm still held her wrist.

His fingertips caressed her delicate skin, feeling the rapid beating of her pulse.

The lights outside the window outlined the reddened corners of her eyes; that red, soaked with tears and alcohol, was more alluring than any rouge.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was as deep as a cello immersed in the night: "I didn't lie to you... um!"

His breath hitched, and his eyes went completely dark.

Now, you really can't escape.