Chapter Fifty-Six: Long and Tender

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, with an undeniable force, instantly robbing Su Muci of all her ability to breathe and think.

The man's hot breath enveloped her completely, and the touch of their lips ignited a hidden fire.

Su Muci felt that the emptiness that had been suppressed in her body was instantly soothed by this intimate contact.

A thrilling sense of satisfaction spread from their tightly pressed lips...

No...this can't be done!

Her remaining sanity made her struggle, her hands pressing against his firm chest, trying to push away this irresistible confinement.

But his hand, gripping the back of her head, was like an iron clamp, with an irresistible force, pressing her even deeper into himself, and deepening the kiss without hesitation!

"Hmm..."

Broken syllables spilled from between their lips and teeth, drowning out their mingling breaths.

Su Muci felt like she was suffocating, her body went limp...

As Huo Zhan slowly withdrew, both of them were breathing unsteadily, and an ambiguous and tense atmosphere filled the air.

Su Muci suddenly shrank back, pressing her back tightly against the sofa, raising her hand to vigorously wipe her lips, her eyes uncontrollably reddening.

"You...how could you..."

Her fear and unease did not escape Huo Zhan's notice, and the warmth in his eyes gradually faded.

Huo Zhan was just testing her, trying to see if she really wanted to make a deal with him.

Clearly, she was not yet willing to get close to him.

Although he was disappointed, he was not in a hurry, and his patience was like that of a top hunter dealing with his carefully lured prey.

Huo Zhan slowly straightened up, smoothed the slightly wrinkled cuffs of his shirt, and said in a tone that was no longer as calm as usual: "Mrs. Huo, in order to make my family believe that we are a real couple, please get used to kissing. What we just did was a rehearsal for our wedding kiss."

"wedding?"

Su Muci's heart pounded wildly.

Huo Zhan sat down beside her, at a comfortable distance, and said in a businesslike tone, "We've registered our marriage, so it's time to hold a wedding to announce our relationship to my family. When does Mrs. Huo think would be a good time?"

Oh, it turns out it was just a prelude to the wedding, just a performance.

Su Muci realized she had overreacted, forgetting that this was part of the agreement.

She lowered her eyelashes, trying to make her voice sound natural: "Mr. Huo, you can decide the time? I'm fine with anything."

Do you have any plans for tonight?

"No……"

"Then let's go get the engagement ring tonight."

"Oh no," Su Muci's mind was a little confused, and she almost forgot the important matter, "I have a plan, I have a live broadcast tonight."

Huo Zhan's tone was somewhat tentative: "Live streaming on our wedding night? Mrs. Huo, are you sure you don't want to relax a bit?"

Su Muci listened to his somewhat unserious tone, deep, magnetic, and subtly alluring.

Her heart skipped a few beats, and she reminded herself again: they were just in a contractual relationship, he was just a good actor, she couldn't let herself get distracted!

"Sorry... the live broadcast announcement has already been sent out and cannot be taken back."

Seeing her insistence, Huo Zhan didn't press her: "Okay, I'll listen to you. Let's go get the engagement ring tomorrow."

As he spoke, he moved closer to her again without warning, gently cupping her face in his warm palms. The touch of his fingertips sent a shivering, tingling sensation through her.

Su Muci instinctively wanted to dodge, but then she heard his deep voice in her ear: "Mrs. Huo, can you adapt well?"

His burning gaze locked onto her, possessing a bewitching pull that left her nowhere to escape.

Su Muci's heart pounded, and she finally swallowed hard before slowly closing her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with tension.

Her tacit approval emboldened him.

His breath drew closer, and this kiss was no longer as hasty and intense as before. Instead, it was like snow melting in spring, a light and patient touch, his warm lips tentatively parting her teeth…

Su Muci's tense body gradually relaxed in this sudden tenderness.

Let your heart pound like a drum, let the unfamiliar yet comfortable feeling spread rapidly to every part of your body, and you feel as if you are floating on clouds, unable to help but indulge in it...

As Huo Zhan slowly released her, Su Muci snapped out of her reverie from the long and lingering kiss, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.

A wave of shame washed over me.

She practically jumped up, not daring to look at Huo Zhan again, and stammered, "I...I'm going upstairs to prepare for the live broadcast."

Immediately afterwards, like a startled rabbit, she blushed and fled in panic.

Huo Zhan sat on the sofa, listening to the thumping footsteps of her hurriedly running upstairs, and watching her retreating figure, his eyes narrowed.

He slightly raised his long, slender fingers, his fingertips gently brushing against his lower lip.

Her soft touch still lingers there.

"Porcelain..."

His hoarse, low voice echoed in the quiet living room: "You will accept me, I believe you."

...

Su Muci, who had fled back to the second bedroom, leaned against the closed door, panting heavily.

She raised her hand to cover her still wildly beating heart. The lips her fingertips touched were unusually hot, and her body seemed to still be imprinted with his warmth and scent.

What made her feel most ashamed was not the kiss itself, but the fact that a clear sense of reluctance flashed through her heart the moment Huo Zhan released her.

It must be due to the onset of her illness.

Su Muci shook her head, trying to dispel this absurd feeling.

Recalling Huo Junjun's words, she exclaimed, "Men are truly born actors."

He clearly had another woman in his heart, yet he could still so comfortably play the role of a loving couple with her, even their kisses were...so earnest.

It almost gave her the illusion that she was loved.

But an illusion is still an illusion.

Su Muci's eyes gradually darkened. Having experienced Fu Hengzhi's deception, she would no longer be fooled by false love.

After nightfall, Su Muci sat in front of the French windows in her bedroom and set up her phone.

Dressed in casual clothes and lightly made up, she adjusted herself, turned on her live stream camera, and smiled slightly at the screen: "Good evening, everyone, I'm Su Su, welcome to Su Su's live stream..."

...

Off-screen, Fu Hengzhi was intently watching the live stream.

The moment Su Muci appeared on the screen, my heart began to race uncontrollably.

Although she was only wearing simple home clothes, her face was confident and composed, and her every smile and gesture was graceful and poised, making her completely different from the Su Muci he remembered.

At this moment, Fu Hengzhi finally understood the answer to the question in his heart.

Previously, he hated her for pushing Zhou Mengying down the stairs, and he looked down on her for spending her days between the vegetable market and the kitchen.

But now, she was radiant, and he was irresistibly drawn to her.

He made up his mind: he would give her another chance!

Fu Hengzhi picked up the phone and called his friend: "Find out where Su Muci is staying now!"