Chapter 1 You're so good to my brother
Water choked him and entered his lungs; Zhu Fan felt as if his internal organs were about to be coughed up.
My head is splitting open—
She's not dead? She actually survived?
The burning sensation in her body and the memories forced into her brain made her grimace in discomfort.
My five senses gradually became clearer.
Zhu Fan tried to wipe the water from his eyes, but as soon as he raised his right hand, his body slid down again.
Water rushed over her mouth and nose, and she swallowed another mouthful of cold water.
After she finally managed to steady herself, the memories that had been mostly processed in her mind told her that she had transmigrated into a book.
She transmigrated into a sweet romance novel about a wealthy family's real and fake heiresses and a domineering CEO.
Good news, she is a genuine heiress.
The bad news is that she's the cannon fodder older sister of the beloved heiress in the novel, and also the male protagonist's childhood sweetheart and loyal follower. She's a background character and contrast figure with a strong presence in the early stages, serving to highlight the female protagonist's younger sister.
The fake heiress is her younger sister Zhu Ci, with whom she has spent nineteen years.
Before Zhu Fan could catch her breath, the 100-day death countdown deep within her consciousness made her lose her composure and break down completely.
He died young in his previous life, and he's still destined to die young in this book?
She couldn't see how comical her situation was or how she was splashing around in the bathtub.
Her eyes stung from the water, and she frantically tried to grab onto something.
The next second, my hand touched a cool piece of fabric—
When she realized that the "support point" she had finally managed to grasp was about to slip away, she mustered all her strength and held on tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force.
In the silent bathroom, Zhu Fan's heavy breathing was amplified several times over. The slender, white arm exposed to the air was particularly clear.
Fang Qizhou lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the woman's disheveled face again before moving to her fair and straight neck.
Several light red finger marks on the woman's neck marred her fair, delicate, and seemingly soft skin.
Is he regretting it again?
He raised an eyebrow, staring with malice and disgust at Zhu Fan's slender white fingers that were tightly gripping his hem.
Her fingers seem to be easier to break than her neck.
The warmth of his palm still lingered from when he had just gripped the woman's neck.
Fang Qizhou's patience, which had been exhausted, suddenly became a little more interested the moment Zhu Fan opened her wet eyelashes.
He curled his lips into a playful smile, but his voice was as cold as a winter's snow: "Miss Zhu, you were thrown into a bathtub, not the ocean."
Zhu Fan felt a chill run down his spine from the cold, languid voice.
The burning sensation of a hundred ants gnawing at her heart was triggered by that cold, mocking voice, sending goosebumps all over her body. The fear emanating from the soul of this body felt foreign to her.
The water-blurred eyes were finally able to see the scene before them clearly.
The man's features and the situation before him made Zhu Fan momentarily stunned.
She saw that the collar of the man's white shirt was wide open because of her forceful tug, revealing his sexy and restrained collarbone to the air.
Zhu Fan's breath hitched for a few beats, and her gaze couldn't help but drift towards the man's deep red lips that were pressed against her collarbone.
All the man's coldness vanished with that lip print, revealing his languidness and irresistible charm. The half-curled corner of his lips softened even his otherwise sharp aura. Only his dark eyes, illuminated by the bright light, seemed even more intense than the night outside the window.
Fang Qizhou clicked his tongue, "Have you seen enough?"
The burning sensation in my body overwhelmed the fear in my mind.
Zhu Fan's eyes were already glazed over, and she murmured, "You're so beautiful."
The man's expression suddenly turned cold and fierce. She only saw his lips move and he say something, but she didn't hear a word. At that moment, she had only one thought: to immediately relieve this burning, agonizing heat—
Zhu Fan used all her strength to pull the man closer to her.
The buttons on the man's white shirt popped open and fell to the ground with a soft sound.
Zhu Fan stared at the magnified face in front of her for three seconds, then her gaze shifted down to the man's Adam's apple—
Further down—
She swallowed hard, neither restrained nor polite.
With that face and that figure, sleeping with her for one night would be a worthwhile investment.
Zhu Fan tilted her head back, her long hair, half-clinging to her cheeks, cascading down her neck, her eyes revealing a pleading and longing she herself didn't realize: "I'm hot..."
Fang Qizhou let out a soft chuckle, his black pupils deep and still, devoid of any warmth.
Zhu Fan stared intently at the pair of beautiful, cold, and moist eyes in front of her, stubbornly clutching the man's clothes, looking straight into his eyes where the smile did not reach.
Fang Qizhou lost all patience. "You can turn into an octopus just by soaking in water? You're pretty amazing."
Losing interest, he raised his hand and grabbed Zhu Fan's wrist with disgust, but the moment he tried to pull away, the woman clung to him tightly.
Fang Qizhou frowned briefly, thinking of the methods Zhu Fan used when she entered this hotel room, her willingness to die to keep him, and her vow to defend her chastity at the last moment, crying and begging him to leave in the bathtub.
"Tsk."
Zhu Fan's wrist was pulled open again, this time the man's force almost crushed her bones.
She cried out in pain.
Even so, she didn't let go.
The woman's gaze was direct, and the emotion in her eyes made Fang Qizhou realize something was wrong.
He sneered, "You can drink anything dirty."
Zhu Fan lifted the corner of her eye and smiled dreamily at the man.
A drop of water slid down her cheek and onto her chin.
She instinctively grabbed the man's arm and pressed herself against him.
Fang Qizhou stood half-bent over the edge of the bathtub, no longer making any movement. His mocking, playful gaze seemed to pierce through Zhu Fan. In the deathly silence of the room, Zhu Fan felt a chill run down her spine from his unwavering stare.
She bit her lower lip, her bright eyes filled with helplessness.
In the bathtub, her pearl-white slip dress was already soaked through, her body silhouette clearly defined in the bright light. The straps, barely holding her shoulders together, had slipped down, revealing large expanses of white and a faint hint of cherry blossom pink.
The man's gaze was agonizing for her.
The delicious food is right in front of us, what's the point of not letting us eat it?
Since that's the case, let's take a hard line.
The heart moves as it pleases —
Zhu Fan wrapped her arms around the man's waist and entangled herself with all her might.
"So this is what eight-pack abs feel like to touch..."
Fang Qizhou's neck veins bulged, his fingertips threading through Zhu Fan's hair—
The instant his fingertips grasped the woman's long hair, he suddenly changed his mind.
"You're so good to my brother."
The man's hoarse, smiling voice entered my ears.
Zhu Fan felt a brief throbbing pain in her scalp. She looked at the man with a wronged expression, "Be gentle..."
Seeing that the man was no longer resisting, she gently wrapped her arms around his neck.
The man's cool body temperature made her squint her eyes comfortably and sigh.
"I can be better to you."
This sentence was uttered without thinking.
Zhu Fan's neck was suddenly gripped.
The man's dangerous actions and gaze did not frighten Zhu Fan. The feeling of suffocation made her already rosy cheeks turn even redder.
Physiological tears kept flowing.
Zhu Fan stared at the man, unfazed by the suffocating feeling of his neck being gripped. The desire in her eyes was direct and reckless.
The woman's beautiful eyes were red, and even though she was being choked, she still wanted to snuggle into his arms.
My hand felt warm.
Fang Qizhou lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the tear that had already blurred the back of his hand as it fell.
The next second, the large hand that had been gripping Zhu Fan's neck left.
She noticed the change in the man.
Danger has passed.
She wanted pleasure, not this hellish burning and pain.
She boldly pressed her lips against the man's Adam's apple.
The man held her chin—
Zhu Fan was annoyed by his interruption, so she opened her lips and bit his finger.
My teeth are so sore from biting down.
She lost patience with delicious food.
Zhu Fan opened his eyes tremblingly, and like a cat, stuck out his tongue to lightly lick the delicious food.
The man's cold, arrogant eyes possessed a fatal attraction.
Zhu Fan continued her efforts, completely embracing the role of a cat.
He nuzzled against me again and again, kissing me repeatedly.
Fang Qizhou swallowed hard, his eyes darkening.
He scooped Zhu Fan out of the bathtub, lifted him by the waist, and carried him to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Feeling weightless, Zhu Fan instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck.
Then the man leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It's not enough for me to let him go after just one night with you."
Zhu Fan was no longer in the right mind to think about the man's words or the bustling night view outside the window.
The soaking wet satin slip dress was taken off and casually tossed aside by the man.
The next second, the man's white shirt and black trousers fell onto the suspender dress.
"Hold on to your own."
The man's commanding voice was in her ear. From Zhu Fan's angle, she could see the panoramic view outside the hotel and the two figures reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows.
At first, there was a tremor and pain in the soul, but later, Zhu Fan felt that his soul had become extremely light.
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