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Liu Yunshu swayed her hips, her eyes, still slightly drunk, misty with moisture.

The red at the corner of her eyes was made even more intense by desire, like fine cinnabar spreading out, delicate yet alluring.

"You're saying you're not Brother Jingming?"

Her fingertips, burning hot, slid down Fu Yanshen's open collar.

As it swept across his chest, he deliberately scraped it lightly with his fingernail.

Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the grip on her wrist tightened abruptly.

His dark eyes were deep and unfocused, reflecting the scattered lights outside the window.

It also reflected her drunken, hazy yet defiant face, the dark undercurrents surging in her eyes almost drowning one.

"No, it's not."

His voice was terribly hoarse, mixed with suppressed gasps, and his cold breath brushed against her reddened earlobes.

"I am Fu Yanshen, Fu Jingming's uncle."

"Uncle?"

Liu Yunshu tilted her head, her reaction slowed by the effects of her intoxication.

Her almond-shaped eyes were misty with tears, and her fingertips unconsciously caressed her red lips. "How... are you?"

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest traveling through their skin to her palms with a seductive force.

He raised his hand and gently pinched her flushed chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look up and look directly at him.

His dark eyes were unfathomable, like whirlpools concealing icy pools, cold yet containing an unyielding warmth: "What do you think? Hmm?"

Her lips were pinched until they pouted slightly, the reddish-brown color stained with wine, as tempting as a ripe fruit.

She chuckled softly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on his burning chest.

The occasional gentle touch of her fingernails... caused Fu Yan's deep breathing to become even heavier.

The innocence and allure in her eyes were mixed together, like a poison laced with sugar, dangerous yet irresistible.

"I feel like my uncle is... I like him so much!"

Fu Yanshen's eyes darkened, and his fingertips rubbed her soft chin hard, the force carrying an irresistible possessiveness.

A chilling breath, mixed with scalding hot gasps, sprayed onto her neck, like an interplay of ice and fire, making her skin tingle.

"satisfy?"

His deep, husky voice held a hidden fire, and his other hand slid up her waist.

He gently pinched her with his fingertips... the pressure was neither too light nor too heavy, but it carried a sense of punishment.

"That would make you even more satisfied, wouldn't it?"

Liu Yunshu let out a soft groan as he suddenly squeezed her, the redness at the corners of her eyes intensifying, like crushed rouge melting into a mist of tears.

Far from being afraid, she pressed herself even closer to him, following his lead.

Her nose almost brushed against the stubble on his chin, and the sweet scent of alcohol mixed with her rapid breathing enveloped his neck: "Okay~".

Her fingertips suddenly grabbed his open shirt collar and pulled it down hard, instantly closing the distance between them until their breaths mingled.

Her almond-shaped eyes, hazy with intoxication, stared directly into his unfathomable dark eyes, her gaze surging with pure stubbornness and an unconscious allure.

"Uncle...you must keep your word."

Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed more and more violently, and he suddenly loosened his grip on her wrist.

He then gripped the back of her neck with an irresistible, aggressive force.

The icy pool in his dark eyes was ignited, and the surging dark fire almost devoured him.

His icy aura was laced with burning possessiveness, making her ears tingle: "Remember, you delivered yourself to my door."

Before he could finish speaking, he leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely.

Unlike the previous restraint and probing, this kiss was filled with a burning passion, as if she had already made a do-or-die decision.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, he devoured the sweet taste of the wine on her lips and her soft sobs.

His other hand slid down her slender waist, his fingertips brushing against the thin, smoky gray dress...

This caused Liu Yunshu to tremble all over, and she subconsciously hugged his neck, her nails digging deeply into his back.

The lights outside the window shone through the thin curtains, casting dappled shadows on the intertwined figures of the two.

Liu Yunshu's consciousness became increasingly muddled amid the interplay of alcohol and lust, and she could only respond to his kiss instinctively.

Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, landing on his chest.

It was as cold as crushed ice, but it melted instantly on his scalding hot skin.

She cried, but clung to him even tighter, her fingertips sliding down his back with a childlike dependence and stubbornness.

"No... Uncle, don't leave me..."

Fu Yanshen's kisses grew increasingly fierce, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, but his fingertips were burning hot, which only made her skin turn even redder.

His dark eyes were fixed on the corners of her reddened eyes, and that broken allure was like a poisoned hook, fiercely ensnaring his heart.

He only wanted to completely crush her, embed her into his very bones, so that she could never escape.

"It won't get lost."

His voice was hoarse and heavy with breath, close to her ear, with a seductive force.

"From this day forward, you are mine."

As Liu Yunshu gazed at his face so close to hers, the intoxication in her eyes gradually faded, leaving only a hazy and dependent look, tinged with desire.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently tracing his hard, cold brows, a broken yet alluring smile playing on her lips.

Tears still clung to her eyelashes, yet she leaned in and kissed his thin lips.

"I won't run away... Uncle, I only want you..."

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The next morning. The dawn light shone through the gaps in the silk curtains, casting a warm golden glow on the carpet.

Liu Yunshu was awakened by the slightly cool touch on her neck.

The moment consciousness returned, the first thing to hit me was the soreness all over my body, as if I had been disassembled and reassembled.

Especially the waist, a slight movement will cause a fine soreness.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a broad, cold white chest.

The tip of his nose was filled with a faint scent of cedar and tobacco, not the orange-scented cologne that Fu Jingming usually used.

Last night's memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave:

Tears and songs in the bar, straddling...

His deep voice uttered "I am Fu Yanshen," and there were those burning kisses and an irresistible possessiveness...

Liu Yunshu's cheeks flushed instantly, even the tips of her ears turned crimson.

She looked up abruptly and met a pair of deep, calm, dark eyes.

Fu Yanshen had woken up at some point and was lying on his side watching her, his palm supporting his forehead.

His other hand rested on her waist, his fingertips unconsciously caressing her delicate skin.

His pale chest still bore a few faint nail marks, left by her when she lost control last night.

Fu, Fu Yanshen?! I forced myself on Fu Yanshen?!

Liu Yunshu's heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to shatter her chest, and her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg on them.

She instinctively tried to shrink back, but he held her waist firmly.

The warm fingertips, with an irresistible force, made the sensation of caressing the skin increasingly clear.

"woke up?"

Fu Yanshen's voice was hoarse from just waking up, more languid than the fiery voice of the previous night, yet still as cold as an icy spring.

He looked down at her, his dark eyes unfathomable, reflecting her panicked appearance, a faint hint of amusement flashing in them.

Liu Yunshu's eyelashes trembled violently, like the wings of a startled butterfly.

She dared not look into his eyes again, and could only stare intently at the fingernail marks on his chest, her voice barely audible:

"Mr. Fu... last night I..."

"Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yanshen raised an eyebrow and pressed his fingertip hard against the soft flesh on her side, causing her to let out a soft moan and her cheeks to turn even redder.

He leaned closer, his cold breath brushing against her reddened earlobe. "Last night you called me 'Little Uncle,' what, you don't recognize me now that you're awake?"

The sweet talk last night stands in stark contrast to the embarrassment I feel now.

Liu Yunshu's face was almost buried in the quilt, her fingertips tightly gripping the silk quilt, her knuckles turning white.

"I...I'm drunk..."

Her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled with sobs.

"I didn't mean to, Mr. Fu. Please be magnanimous and just pretend... just pretend nothing happened, okay?"

"Nothing happened?"

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through their skin, carrying a seductive power.

He raised his hand, pinched her chin with his fingertips, and forced her to look up and look directly at him.

Dark currents surged within his dark eyes, a coldness masking a fierce possessiveness.

"Miss Liu, last night you were the one who took the initiative to cling to me, saying 'I won't run away, I only want you.' Now you want to deny it?"

His fingertips traced her reddened lips, the cool touch revealing the swollen marks from his kisses the night before.

"Or is it that Miss Liu is so casual with everyone, turning her back on everyone as soon as she wakes up?"

"I don't!"

Liu Yunshu was so anxious that tears streamed down her face, the teardrops hitting his fingertips, feeling as cold as shards of ice.

Her eyes were filled with panic and grievance, yet also with a hint of stubbornness.

"I was just drunk and mistook you for someone else. I thought... I thought you were Fu Jingming."

"Fu Jingming?"

Fu Yanshen's eyes suddenly darkened, and the grip on her waist tightened.

The chilling aura instantly turned sharp, like an icy blade in the dead of winter.

"You're in my bed now, and you're still thinking about other men? Liu Yunshu, you have some nerve."

He leaned down, his thin lips almost touching her earlobe, his voice low and dangerous:

"Remember, starting last night, you're mine. That idiot Fu Jingming doesn't deserve you."

Liu Yunshu trembled with fear at his imposing manner, and her tears fell even more fiercely. She knew she was in the wrong.

"I am Fu Jingming's fiancée, and we are getting married soon."

"fiancée?"

Fu Yanshen chuckled, then hooked a strand of her hair with his fingertip and twirled it around his fingertip.

"Fu Jingming was with Su Manli last night, leaving you all alone. You still want to marry a man like that?"