Chapter 61

Because it was autumn, there was occasional wind in the afternoon. She leaned over slightly to straighten the bouquet and adjust the cardboard with the words "Bouquets for Sale and Exchange" written on it.

A cool breeze blew in through the store entrance, lifting her black hair and skirt, and the beautiful picture became concrete at this moment.

The man's steps towards her paused slightly, his eyes behind the lenses cold and deep.

Perhaps because she heard footsteps, Qiao Yanrou thought someone was passing by and looked up from the bouquet.

Fu Chuqing stood tall and straight not far from her, watching her quietly.

Her eyes widened with shock, and she stood at the door of the store, flustered and caught off guard.

Fu Chuqing exuded an air of nobility. He strode towards her, and when he passed by her, he flicked her fingertips with his fingers, walked straight into the store, and sat down on the chair without any hesitation.

Qiao Yanrou's fingertips felt like they were being electrocuted, and her delicate body trembled slightly. How...how had he found her?! She had only just moved here from the abandoned house...

Although the man was calm, his eyes hinted at a strong possessiveness towards her.

"Are you not welcome to me?" His bass voice seemed to pass through a high-quality speaker and reach her ears.

Qiao Yanrou stood at the door and refused to go in: "...No." She wanted to run away, but she knew very well that since he could find this place, it would be useless no matter where she escaped to.

Everything has been restored to order, and she can't hide in the abandoned house forever.

"Don't be nervous, I came to see you." He said slowly, but the look in his eyes when he looked at her did not mean that.

"I haven't seen you for a few years." Fu Chuqing said lightly. He missed her madly for countless nights. Even if he visited her occasionally, it could not make up for his deep obsession with her.

Qiao Yanrou was so flustered that her skin turned a faint red. Facing his deep gaze, she hurriedly shifted her attention and reached out to fiddle with the bouquet that had already been arranged.

"Yes...yes." Despite trying to remain calm, her flustered tone betrayed her.

Fu Chuqing didn't say anything either, just quietly watching her every move.

Qiao Yanrou was already nervous to begin with, and she became even more flustered when he looked at her. Without even meeting his gaze, she could already guess how intense it was.

She simply turned her back to him and said to him in a muffled voice: "Stop looking at me and leave."

Her fingers trembled as if she was being stared at by a wild beast.

Fu Chuqing remained indifferent, so she simply went inside and let him sit in the hall.

Qiao Yanrou walked past him, trying to avoid his sight, but he held her hand tightly.

Her face flushed as she tried to shake off his hand, but his hand was not only hot but also held so tightly that she couldn't break free.

"I don't want to leave." He said in a calm voice, full of temptation.

"I don't want to leave... No, you have to leave quickly." She turned her face away and didn't dare to look at him, for fear of being seduced by him.

The man next to her stood up. He was much taller than her, and the sense of oppression he gave her was very strong.

Fu Chu gently hugged her waist and pressed her into his arms: "You've been away for so long, and you're still angry and hiding from me?"

He sucked on Qiao Yanrou's earlobe, and the long-lost strange feeling made her body soften again.

"No... this is in the store." She struggled to muster a bit of rationality, wanting him to let her go.

As soon as she finished speaking, the big hand on her waist tightened and effortlessly carried her into the room. The room was dim without lights on.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the small space. Qiao Yanrou could feel his body temperature rising, but she had no energy to feel anything else. The wet, hot and numb feeling from her earlobe made it impossible for her to think.

"Well...Fu Chuqing...don't be like this."

Little did they know that her voice was so soft and gentle that it could easily drive people crazy.

Fu Chu's light breath was filled with the subtle fragrance of her body, and his breath became heavier. He let go of her and turned her around, holding her neck with his big hand and kissed her fiercely.

Qiao Yanrou was surrounded by long-lost feelings, and she couldn't help but soften in his arms, raising her white swan neck, and his lips and tongue were eaten fiercely by her. In particular, he would suck on the tip of her tongue like crazy from time to time, making her groan helplessly.

The sound of a deep, lingering kiss echoed in the dark room. The strange, tingling sensation that came over her made her unconsciously close her trembling eyes and intertwine her tongues with his. The kiss was so passionate that her body leaned towards him, tightly pressed against him.

Fu Chuqing was greatly stimulated by her response. He let out a sexy moan from his throat, suppressing the desire that was surging up in him. Whether he was kissing her or hugging her, the strength seemed to press Qiao Yanrou into his bones and blood.

Maybe the kiss was too fierce, Qiao Yanrou turned her face away weakly: "...breathe...no...mm..."

She had just dodged his kiss, but he kissed her again the next second. However, he kissed her for a while and then let go, allowing her to breathe freely.

In the dim light, Qiao Yanrou opened her lips, which were kissed until they were red and plump, her trembling eyelashes slightly opened, and she looked at him with hazy eyes.

Fu Chuqing stared at her attractive appearance, the desire that had been suppressed countless times was about to overwhelm him, and he just wanted to hold her in his arms for days and nights.

Qiao Yanrou tilted her face up and bit her lip, her eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling. He buried his head in the crook of her neck on the left side and kissed her, teasing her until she felt powerless and unbearable.

"Is anyone here?"

A voice sounded at the door of the store, and Qiao Yanrou immediately opened her hazy eyes, and even though her hands were weak, she still pushed Fu Chuqing.

Her voice was urgent and low: "Fu Chuqing...someone is changing flowers outside, let go first."

Fu Chuqing's face left the crook of her neck, and his eyes were stained red after he took off his glasses. He rolled his Adam's apple a few times and silently suppressed the overwhelming desire.

Qiao Yanrou gradually came back to her senses from the strange feeling and hurried out of the room, fearing that the customer outside who wanted to change flowers would have to wait too long.

Qiao Yanrou ran to the door of the store with her face lowered, the blush still remaining on her snow-white skin.

"Excuse me, do you want to change the flowers?"

Liu Rong was stunned by her appearance. The woman in front of him had long, slightly messy black hair as black as satin. The palace-style neckline revealed her creamy skin. A few strands of hair stuck to her skin, forming a sharp contrast between black and white.

The face that was previously covered by the brim of the hat was so stunning, and the facial features were so delicate and beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off them.

Liu Rong's gaze fell on the blush on the left side of her neck. The skin seemed so tender that water would come out if pinched.

"Brother Liu, I want this bouquet of flowers." The girl next to him hugged his arm and acted coquettishly.

When Qiao Yanrou heard a familiar voice, she looked up at the man standing opposite her and happened to meet his gaze.

Seeing him staring at her, her expression was slightly surprised, and then she looked at the female companion next to the man. Although she had only met her once before, it was obviously not the same girl who had appeared both times.

The tall and handsome man standing opposite placed a ten-kilogram bag of rice next to the chair.

He said to the woman next to him, "Let's go."

The beautiful girl picked up the bouquet handed to her by Qiao Yanrou, snuggled up to him with great joy and left.

Qiao Yanrou didn't care about other people's affairs, as there was a difficult owner in the store.

Thinking of the intimacy she had just had with him, her face flushed as if she was drunk, and she looked extremely beautiful at first glance.

Fu Chuqing happened to see everything, and he clenched his teeth as if he was suppressing some strong emotions.

Qiao Yanrou only dared to look him in the eye for a second before she immediately turned around and muffledly ordered him to leave: "Leave now."

Just now, I was bewitched by him without realizing it.