Chapter Twenty: Say "I'm willing" and I'll give you my life.

A bright light suddenly flashed before Su Muci's eyes.

The whole world thought she would lose, and even she fell into self-doubt. But at this time, a man encouraged her and told her not to be afraid.

Although she knew he was only saying so much to her because of her commercial value, Su Muci still felt a warmth in her heart.

"Mr. Huo, thank you. I will do my best."

She looked down at the men's suit jacket she was wearing; it was the one he had given her at the radio station earlier that day.

She wore it; it should be washed before returning it to him.

Su Muchi booked in-home dry cleaning via a mobile app.

The staff member who came to the shop glanced at the suit and frowned, saying, "Miss, are you kidding me? This suit you have is a custom-made piece by the international luxury brand Kiton, worth over 500,000 yuan. Our shop can't clean it."

"More than half a million?"

Su Muci held the suit in her arms and suddenly felt it was heavy.

She hadn't expected that the deputy director of the radio station would need to pay so much attention to his image; one of his suits was almost as expensive as a 40-square-meter apartment in Jiangcheng...

She had no choice but to take the suit back to the living room and carefully drape it over the sofa armrest, planning to ask him another day where she could get it washed.

She was exhausted after a long day.

She went to the balcony to get a bath towel, preparing to take a shower.

...

Huo Zhan was in her downstairs study, which was separated from hers by only one wall.

He happened to turn on the surveillance video, his burning eyes taking in her every move.

Seeing Su Muchi, a petite woman, tiptoeing and using a pole to collect bath towels on the balcony, suddenly—

"ah!"

Su Muci's screams came from upstairs and on the surveillance screen at the same time.

Huo Zhan's pupils widened in surprise when he saw the bra that had been hanging on the clothesline fall off her balcony in the video.

The apartment here has a staggered balcony design, so the pink lace bra just happened to be lying on his balcony at that moment.

Su Muci leaned down from the upstairs railing, staring repeatedly at his balcony.

He stared intently at the images in the video, his mind already filled with the outline of her bra.

The Adam's apple moves up and down.

I really want to pick it up, but it's not the right time yet...

It wasn't until the surveillance video showed Su Muci leaving the balcony and walking towards the entrance of her apartment that it became clear.

Without the slightest hesitation, Huo Zhan rushed to the balcony at 100 kilometers per hour, grabbed the bra, and hid it under the blankets on the master bedroom bed.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

He had just put her little dress into the bedroom closet when the doorbell rang.

She's here!

...

After ringing the doorbell, Su Muci stood anxiously outside the door.

She never expected that her personal belongings would fall onto the balcony downstairs, leaving her no choice but to bite the bullet and come down to retrieve them.

I hope the landlord is a woman, otherwise it would be too awkward.

However, when the door opened...

The sky has fallen!

"Mr. Huo! Huo?!"

Su Muci's face suddenly turned pale.

It wasn't just a man; it was a man she knew!

Huo Zhan, dressed in gray loungewear, stood tall and straight, his face calm and composed: "Miss Su, what's wrong?"

"You...you're living here? Isn't this the staff dormitory?"

"For convenient work."

Huo Zhan asked in a nonchalant tone, "What do you want?"

Su Muchi choked.

Judging from the man's indifferent expression, he probably hasn't noticed the bra that's been added to the balcony yet.

If she runs away now... will he not know that the bra is hers?

Su Muchi's heart was twisted into a pretzel.

I suddenly remembered that bra; it was quite expensive, and I had just bought it not long ago.

Ultimately, poverty and honesty prevailed in their minds.

"I...I...I dropped something on your balcony, may I go in and get it?"

She stammered as she made her request.

Huo Zhan frowned: "Oh? Are you sure it fell here?"

"Yes, it's a personal item. I'd appreciate it if Mr. Huo could avoid it..."

When Su Muci made the latter request, her face turned red to the roots of her ears.

At least don't let him see the actual item; that will reduce the awkwardness.

Huo Zhan nodded and calmly turned his back.

"Go inside and look for it."

"Thanks……"

Su Muci found a shoe cover in the entryway, put it on her shoes, and quickly ran to the balcony.

However, once they reached the balcony, they were stunned.

The tea table on this balcony is exactly the same style as the one she saw upstairs.

This is the place!

But her bra had vanished!

Su Muci's face stiffened. She searched around repeatedly, her gaze sweeping across the living room, but found nothing.

Could it be that Mr. Huo took it?

When the thought crossed her mind, Su Muci suppressed it. His expression just now clearly showed that he was completely unaware.

Perhaps noticing Su Muci's embarrassment and anxiety out of the corner of his eye, Huo Zhan's gaze deepened.

A existential question lingered in my mind: "Should I return it to her?"

The rock-hard thigh: "Don't even think about it!"

Huo Zhan: "..."

He coughed lightly and asked tentatively, "Miss Su, have you found it?"

Su Muci froze, feeling embarrassed and a little confused as she approached him, her eyes darting around: "Mr. Huo, my things... are missing... have you seen them?"

"What is it?"

Huo Zhan's completely unaware tone dispelled Su Muci's last trace of doubt.

She ruled out the possibility that he had taken it.

"It's nothing, maybe I saw it wrong, or maybe it fell next door."

"Next door..."

Huo Zhan crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, saying casually, "No one lives next door, so knocking on the door now won't help."

"Well... never mind then, it's nothing important. Sorry to bother you."

Su Muci was extremely embarrassed and wanted to leave immediately.

Suddenly remembering the suit, she stopped and asked, "By the way, Mr. Huo gave me that suit today. I'd like to have it cleaned before returning it to you. May I ask... where can I get it cleaned?"

"wash?"

Huo Zhan's eyes darkened: "That suit can't be washed."

"Huh? But..."

"Miss Su, prepare well for tomorrow's competition."

Huo Zhan interrupted her remaining questions, and Su Muci could only nod: "...Don't worry, I will do my best. Good night, Mr. Huo."

After saying her last sentence, Su Muci left the apartment.

After her footsteps faded into the distance, Huo Zhan returned to the master bedroom.

He took the lace bra out from under the covers, slowly brought it close to his nostrils, and deeply inhaled its delicate yet alluring fragrance.

That's her natural scent.

The thought that she had just offered to wash his suit made his Adam's apple bob.

His girl didn't know that he wished he could be covered in her scent from head to toe.

Moonlight streamed into the master bedroom, casting glimpses of the man's large hand clutching the small piece of fabric, his handsome, trembling figure rising and falling...

A husky, seductive voice: "Cici...cici..."

...

Su Muci didn't sleep well at night.

She felt as if someone was pressing down on her, and the low, labored breathing made her ears tingle.

"It smells so good..."

"Who? Who are you?!"

Su Muchi's eyelids felt as heavy as if they were made of lead, and she couldn't open them at all.

She tried to move her wrist, but found that her hands were bound by the silk-like fabric and she couldn't move them.

Suddenly, she felt a large, burning hand gently caressing the soft flesh of her waist, and a seductive voice whispered in her ear: "Miss Su, just say you're willing, and I'll give you my life. Okay?"

"!"

Su Muci finally recognized the voice and suddenly sat up in bed.

She only realized it after the lights were turned on.

It was a dream.

Her cheeks flushed red. She had actually dreamed about Mr. Huo?