Huayu97: Starting with Wu Song Fighting the Tiger

The cruise ship's white lights cast long shadows on the sea, swaying gently with the rise and fall of the waves, making one dizzy. In the distance, the occasional lights of a few fishing boats could be seen, flickering on the dark sea like stars fallen from the sky.

The sea breeze brushed against my face, carrying a slightly cool touch, dispelling some of the effects of the alcohol, but also making the restlessness in my heart even clearer.

Shen Qing stood there, gazing at the distant seascape, a slight smile playing on her lips, the vexation in her eyes dissipating somewhat. Having grown up in Macau, she was accustomed to the port's bustling activity, yet she still preferred the night view of the sea—quiet, vast, as if it could blow away all her unhappiness.

However, her dress was too thin to withstand the night wind at sea. After standing for a while, she felt the chill seep into her neckline, making her skin feel cold. She couldn't help but shiver and instinctively wrapped her arms around her waist, her fingertips gently rubbing her arms, trying to draw some warmth.

Liu Xiang followed behind her, observing her subtle movements, a fleeting tenderness flashing in his eyes. He turned and walked to the wardrobe, rummaged through it, and took out a gray cashmere blanket. The blanket felt soft and thick, carrying a faint scent of sunshine, clearly having been washed and dried.

He carried the blanket and tiptoed behind Shen Qing without making a sound, afraid of startling her. He simply raised his hand slightly and gently draped the blanket over her shoulders, his movements tender, as if afraid of breaking some precious treasure. His fingers inadvertently brushed against her slender shoulders, the warmth of his fingertips seeping through the thin fabric...

When Liu Xiang touched her cool skin, Shen Qing's body trembled slightly, and a subtle tingling sensation instantly rose in her heart.

"The wind is a bit strong at night, and it's cooler at sea than on land," Liu Xiang said in a deep, warm voice.

Shen Qing felt a warmth in her heart, as if she had placed a small heater inside. The chill and annoyance she had felt earlier instantly dissipated. She subconsciously turned around, wanting to look up and thank him, but due to the slight swaying of the cruise ship and the dizziness from the alcohol, she lost her footing, stumbled, and leaned forward uncontrollably.

Liu Xiang reacted quickly and instinctively reached out to help her arm, but Shen Qing turned around too fast and the distance between them was too close. Before his hand could touch her arm, her lips bumped right into his chest.

Through the thin black cotton T-shirt, one could see Liu Xiang's firm, warm muscles. The hard texture carried a burning heat that seeped through the fabric, instantly freezing Shen Qing in place. Her mind went blank, as if a pause button had been pressed. The effects of the alcohol seemed amplified at that moment, her cheeks burning hot, the redness spreading from her ears to her neck.

Her breathing became rapid, and she could clearly feel the rise and fall of his chest. Each beat, through the fabric, reached her lips and intertwined with her own heartbeat, quickly disrupting her rhythm.

Liu Xiang froze, looking down at the girl buried in his chest. Her soft hair brushed against his neck and chest, sending a shiver down his spine. He could clearly feel her soft body and her slight trembling, like a startled fawn that had nestled into his arms. Something seemed to have gently struck his heart, rippling outwards with tender emotions.

Even his breathing slowed down. The hand that had been about to support her subconsciously withdrew, gently resting on her waist. He wanted to hold her waist, but was afraid of being too forward, so his fingertips only lightly touched her, not daring to exert any force.

It was impossible for them to look each other in the eye. Shen Qing buried her face in his chest, not even having the courage to look up. She wanted to push him away, to back away, but her body was as if nailed to the ground, unable to move. She could only let herself lean against his chest, feeling his body temperature and heartbeat.

The next second, as if Liu Xiang had made up her mind, she tightened her arms and hugged her tightly.

The blanket was still draped over Shen Qing's shoulders, creating a warm little space around their bodies, keeping out the sea breeze and chill. His arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, holding her close to his chest, allowing her to feel his body temperature, his steady and powerful heartbeat, and the firm, flowing muscles of his chest more clearly.

Shen Qing didn't struggle or push him away. The alcohol and the sudden ambiguity made her lose all sense of propriety and rationality. Her arms subconsciously wrapped around his waist. The touch made her tremble all over. Her fingertips curled slightly. She was completely captivated and couldn't bear to move away.

Their bodies pressed tightly together under the blanket, their skin rubbing against each other through the thin fabric. His warmth and her softness intertwined, like a tiny flame quietly igniting between them, slowly spreading and burning them both with a sense of intoxication. Liu Xiang's chin rested gently on the top of her head, his breathing gradually becoming heavier, his warm breath slowly caressing her hair.

Liu Xiang held her even tighter, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones and never let go. Shen Qing leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat. The sound was like drumbeats, striking her eardrums and, more importantly, her heart, throbbing within her like waves rolling on the sea, one after another, making it hard for her to breathe, and even her fingertips turned a faint pink.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Only the gentle rustling of the sea breeze and the increasingly rapid heartbeats of the two people could be heard on the balcony. The hazy atmosphere was like a gentle net, tightly enveloping them, making them unwilling to wake up.

Just as the atmosphere was tense, a series of urgent knocks suddenly sounded on the door, "knock knock knock—", not loud, but like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing all the flames between the two.

Shen Qing's body stiffened abruptly, as if pricked by a needle. Liu Xiang also snapped back to his senses instantly, the conquering and tenderness in his eyes fading, replaced by a hint of panic. He recognized the voice outside the door as Su Wanyi's, still clearly drunk, her tone slurred, yet carrying a familiar gentleness; he could even sense her intoxication through the door.

"Liu Xiang? Are you in your room? Open the door."

Liu Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and she knew in her heart that something was wrong.

Su Wanyi is Shen Qing's godmother. She is a prominent figure in Hong Kong's business and entertainment circles. She seems gentle, but she is actually very shrewd. If she were to see her and Shen Qing in their current state, she would be unable to explain herself no matter how many mouths she had.

However, Su Wanyi seemed drunk, and opening the door didn't seem to matter. On the contrary, if he pretended not to be there, she might keep knocking, and if things got out of hand, not only would his reputation in the industry be completely ruined, but his friendship with Su Wanyi would also be completely severed.

He quickly gave Shen Qing a wink, signaling her to tidy herself up. Shen Qing panicked and hurriedly pushed him away, pulled the blanket draped over her shoulders, and tidied her slightly messy hair and skirt, her fingers still twisting the edge of the blanket.