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The next morning, as soon as Liu Yunshu stepped down the stairs, she saw Liu Chengyan already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a cool, ethereal silhouette around him.

His fingertips rested on his knees, his posture relaxed, yet carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

"woke up?"

He looked up at the sound and his gaze locked onto her precisely.

"Mom and Dad went to Aunt Wen's house early this morning. You're coming to the company with me today."

Liu Yunshu's fingers tightened suddenly around the stair railing, her knuckles turning bluish-white.

Her steps froze on the steps, her drooping eyelashes like the wings of a dying butterfly in a storm.

It trembled violently, revealing the turmoil within its heart.

"Can...can I not go?"

Her voice was barely audible, shrouded in a heavy timidity, almost disappearing into the air, "I want... I want to stay at home and paint."

Liu Chengyan slowly stood up. The morning light fell on his angular face, but it couldn't melt away the deep, dark look in his eyes.

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His lips still curved into that impeccably gentle smile, and his tone was calm: "No."

Two words, light and airy, yet carrying an undeniable force.

He strode down the stairs at a leisurely pace.

Seeing her clearly frightened yet forced to feign composure, a hint of pity flashed in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, palm facing up.

His long, clean fingers, like a gentleman's invitation, carried a perfectly coaxing tone:

"Come here, sweetie. I won't let you get bored. I've had someone prepare art supplies for you in the office, your favorite brand."

Liu Yunshu's gaze fell on the outstretched palm.

The hand looked strong and steady, but she could almost feel the scorching power beneath it, enough to devour her.

Her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and her fingertips gripped the armrest so tightly that they turned white. The pain kept her conscious to the last shred of her senses.

She knew that all resistance was futile in the face of absolute control.

She very slowly, almost inch by inch, gently placed her slightly cool, trembling hand into his palm.

The moment my fingertips touched that burning hot skin, they were suddenly gripped tightly.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but it was enough for her to understand that this was a shackle she could not break free from.

"That's a good boy."

Liu Chengyan led her towards the black car parked at the door.

The car door closed, isolating the outside world.

The car was unusually quiet as we drove towards the company.

Liu Chengyan simply held her hand, his thumb occasionally rubbing the web between her thumb and index finger.

He looked out the window and did nothing else.

This unusual calm allowed Liu Yunshu's tense nerves to relax slightly for a moment, but she dared not completely let her guard down.

The car smoothly drove into the underground parking garage, took the private elevator, and silently ascended to the top floor.

The elevator mirror reflected her pale face and his calm, expressionless profile, creating an eerie and silent contrast.

The spacious office boasts minimalist luxury, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking towering skyscrapers.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Liu Chengyan held her hand tightly and walked straight to a spot with excellent lighting by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Sure enough, there stood a brand-new wooden easel, next to which was a complete set of painting tools arranged meticulously.

The paint tubes were brand new, with a complete range of colors, all of which were her usual and preferred ones.

Do you like it?

He lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and spoke in a deep voice.

His fingertips continued to gently draw circles on the back of her hand, a gesture carrying a touch of intimate possessiveness.

His tone, however, carried a barely perceptible hint of almost ingratiating expectation.

Liu Yunshu lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the familiar painting tools, but she felt no joy at all.

She nodded, her voice so faint it was almost a sigh: "...Thank you, brother."

The word "brother" was like two fine needles, suddenly piercing the feigned calm in Liu Chengyan's eyes.

"When the two of us are alone,"

His voice deepened, a dark undercurrent surged in his eyes, and his tone carried an unquestionable authoritarianism.

"Call me 'Chengyan,' or 'Ayan.' I hate those two words! Understand?"

Liu Yunshu's fingertips suddenly curled up, as if burned by flames, and her entire wrist trembled slightly in his palm.

Her lips moved slightly, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't make a sound.

"Um?"

Liu Chengyan's voice deepened, and his grip on her tightened slightly, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, his voice hoarse, carrying a devilish allure.

"Say your name, Yunshu."

That soft call, tender like a lover's whisper, instantly froze Liu Yunshu's blood and made her hair stand on end.

Her eyes quickly reddened, a sour feeling welled up in her nose, and she was gripped by immense shame and fear.

Under his deep, unfathomable gaze, she had nowhere to escape.

"Ah... Ah Yan."

His voice trembled and broke apart, almost out of tune.

As soon as she finished speaking, tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

A faint smile instantly spread across Liu Chengyan's eyes.

Like a child who has obtained a desired toy, yet carrying the deep possessiveness of an adult.

He reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across the corner of her reddened eyes, the gesture almost cruelly tender: "Good girl."

He took her hand and led her to a beautifully wrapped gift on the desk.

盒。

"Open it and take a look," he gestured.

Liu Yunshu's fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably.

With her eyes lowered, she slowly reached out, untied the delicate ribbon on the gift box, and lifted the lid.

Inside lay a dress, pure white, made of the finest silk, its sheen as soft as moonlight.

She carefully lifted the shoulder straps and spread out her skirt.

From the front, the design is simple and elegant, and the tailoring is appropriate.

However, when she subconsciously flipped her skirt over...

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her breath caught in her throat.

The back of the skirt has an extremely bold design.

The design features large areas of openwork, held together only by a few delicate ribbons adorned with tiny pearls at the waist.

Starting from the waist and extending upwards to the shoulder blades, are hand-embroidered gardenia petals in the same color scheme.

Liu Yunshu's face flushed instantly, and she hurriedly stuffed the dress back into the gift box, her fingertips trembling violently: "I...I don't want this."

"Why not?"

Liu Chengyan chuckled softly, reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

His gaze swept over her body with burning intensity, as if he could already see her wearing it through the fabric.

"This fabric complements your skin tone perfectly, and the design on the back..."

His gaze swept meaningfully over her back, his voice hoarse and chillingly possessive, "It will be beautiful."

Liu Yunshu turned her face away, her eyes reddening: "It's too revealing, I don't like it."

"dislike?"

Liu Chengyan chuckled softly, his fingertips gently caressing the delicate skin of her chin with an undeniable force.

"But I like seeing you wear it."

He reached out and pulled the white dress back up, his fingertips tracing the delicate gardenia pattern on the hem, his eyes blazing with intense light.

"Honey, do you want to change now, or on your birthday...?"

"I'll go change it right now!"

Liu Yunshu blurted it out almost without thinking.

Clutching the light, white silk dress, she fled towards the lounge.

Liu Chengyan stood still, his gaze following the direction in which she disappeared.

The curve of the corners of his lips gradually widened, eventually forming a deep and satisfied smile.

Yet, her panicked and tearful appearance just now filled his heart with a strange and overwhelming emotion.

His little rabbit, even its fear is so captivating.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the lounge was gently pushed open a crack.

Liu Yunshu slowly moved out.

Her face was as pale as paper, but her eyes and the tip of her nose were flushed with a fragile redness, like a pear blossom broken by wind and rain.

Liu Chengyan's gaze was fixed on her like a tangible hook.

From her tearful eyes to her slightly trembling lips, and then to her completely exposed, beautifully shaped neck and shoulders.

"Turn around."

He commanded, his voice even lower and hoarser than before.

She dared not disobey, so she could only bite her lower lip and turn around very slowly.

Large swathes of fair, smooth skin on her back were exposed to the cool air, and a slight shiver rose on her face due to tension and shame.

The clusters of gardenia petals embroidered on her waist seemed to bloom directly on her fair skin and delicate bones.

Winding upwards along the graceful indentation of her spine, an eerie unity of ultimate purity and silent allure was achieved within her.

Liu Chengyan's breathing suddenly became heavier.

He walked slowly closer, his leather shoes making a clear and imposing sound on the polished floor.

His tall figure loomed over her, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

He didn't touch her immediately, but simply reached out, his fingertips hovering above the skin on her back.

From a distance of just a fraction, I vaguely traced the patterns of those flower petal embroidery, slowly moving downwards along the indentation of her spine.

The invisible burning sensation was more terrifying than any real touch, causing a fine tingling sensation to rise on her skin.

"It's beautiful."

His voice was terribly hoarse, and the last syllable was filled with an intense, unyielding obsession and possessiveness.

"Yun Shu, you are the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen."

He easily scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the large black leather office chair.

A burning kiss, urgent and intense, landed heavily on her bare shoulder blade, leaving a warm, wet mark.

Liu Yunshu trembled violently and instinctively tried to dodge, but he held her firmly in place with his iron-like arms and she could not move.

With nowhere to retreat, she could only bury her burning cheeks in the cold desk.

Suppressed, broken sobs escaped from his throat, mixed with a heavy nasal tone and the salty taste of tears.

"No...please...not here..."

Her voice trembled and broke, and tears soaked a corner of the documents spread out on the table.

Liu Chengyan seemed not to hear him, his kisses trailing down the gardenia petal embroidery on his waist.

His hot breath brushed against her delicate skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock on the office door, and the secretary's clear and respectful voice came from outside:

"President, excuse me. There's an urgent document here that needs your immediate signature, as well as the quarterly report from this morning, which I need to report to you."

All of Liu Chengyan's movements suddenly stopped.

The warmth of her breath still lingered on Liu Yunshu's delicate skin.

He didn't respond immediately, but instead tightened his arms around her waist.

His chin rested on her sweaty neck, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Just when Liu Yunshu thought she had escaped this ordeal, he stuffed her under the desk.

A crisp, metallic sound reached my ears.