027: "Baby, does it hurt?"

The slap came out of nowhere.

Huaiyan was completely stunned.

He didn't want to hit Fu Tingyu; he just wanted him to stop.

Because time is running out, if we keep wasting time like this, we'll miss the time Jiang Ze agreed upon.

"Sir!" Huaiyan hurriedly sat up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Are you alright? I..."

He wanted to explain.

But seeing the clear handprint on the man's face, he felt a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Huaiyan knelt on the bed, staring blankly at Fu Tingyu's face, feeling so guilty she was about to cry.

The man had helped him before, more than once.

He slapped the other person in return.

Moreover, he used seventy or eighty percent of his strength in that slap; even his palm turned red. It's impossible for a man not to feel it.

But Fu Tingyu didn't react much; he calmly took Huaiyan's hand.

The boy's skin was fair and delicate, and his palm was still red from the slap.

Does it hurt?

Her palm was enveloped by the man's hand.

Huai Yan was stunned.

The man didn't blame him, and didn't even say a harsh word.

She simply asked him if it hurt.

It's like endlessly tolerating a disobedient and somewhat willful lover.

Huai Yan's heart skipped a beat.

"It doesn't hurt," he answered softly, then asked, "Do you feel pain?"

The man lowered his eyes and gently blew on his palm, his expression completely unchanged.

It seems I won't be answering.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Huaiyan shut his mouth and felt the gentle breeze in his palm.

The palms, which were just a moment ago hot, slowly cooled down.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Huaiyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then could you let me go?" He stared intently at the man, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Next time, I'll come back next time... okay?"

Huai Yan tried to discuss it with Fu Tingyu.

In short, he couldn't be too forceful, otherwise the men would have an even worse impression of Jiang Ze.

That's not right.

Fu Tingyu was useful to Jiang Ze in the later stages of his career.

Therefore, Huai inkstones can only be made from soft materials.

Men respond better to gentle persuasion than force; things might be much easier if he just behaves a little.

Huaiyan didn't dare to breathe, desperately wanting an answer from the man.

But the man was indifferent.

His words didn't even cause the slightest ripple.

After a long while, the faint breeze in his palm dissipated.

Fu Tingyu looked at him quietly, remaining silent.

Huaiyan suddenly felt a little flustered, unsure of how to win the man's heart and then let him leave.

“Host,” 073 had already noticed something amiss and subtly reminded him, “Hmm… the villain seems to want to do something with you.”

However, his host is too naive and definitely won't understand what he's saying.

The so-called "doing something" should also be scenes that are not suitable for children.

Um.

073 secretly worried for Huaiyan.

However, the current time and situation are clearly insufficient to support what is about to happen.

really.

The boy's eyes welled up with tears as he asked blankly, "What...what are you doing?"

What can I do?

"It's just..." 073 was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

After all, in his view, Huaiyan was still naive and shouldn't understand such things.

It would be too cruel to expect a teenager to curry favor with the villain.

073 decided to try a more tactful approach, saying, "Perhaps you could try kissing him?"

If there's no time for that, then honey is fine, right?

Anyway, anything that makes the villain happy is fine.

Huai Yan fell silent.

Fu Tingyu is most likely angry right now.

Does kissing him really calm a man down?

The boy pondered, his lips pressed straight, looking both obedient and soft.

Huaiyan didn't answer, and 073 assumed the boy couldn't accept it.

He was about to say forget it and think of another way.

But then he saw the boy looking up at Fu Tingyu.

Huai Yan's fluttering eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she had made a major decision.

He propped himself up and grabbed the man's suit with both hands.

Then he closed his eyes and kissed her very gently.

For a moment, their breaths mingled, making one blush and their heart race.

There's a feeling I can't quite describe.

It's as if they've done something extraordinary.

A thought raced wildly through Huai Yan's mind.

He kissed Fu Tingyu.

He kissed the man.

After truly realizing this.

The boy quickly turned his head away and leaned shyly against the man's chest.

Huaiyan felt that the lips of the man she had kissed were slightly burning.

My heart was burning, as if it was being stirred by the man's presence.

"gentlemen."

Huaiyan's voice was like a kitten's meow, soft and delicate, which inexplicably evoked feelings of pity in the listener.

His heart was pounding.

Perhaps it was because I felt nervous.

A few seconds later, Huaiyan saw that the man still did not react and assumed that she had not satisfied Fu Tingyu.

Without thinking, he kissed her again.

This time, their lips did not part immediately upon touching.

"gentlemen."

Huaiyan called out repeatedly, instinctively wrapping her arms around the man's neck and pressing her forehead against his.

Then came a soft, submissive plea for mercy: "...Please."