Chapter 43 seems to suggest that she is committing a crime against him.
How can someone kiss for an hour?
Zhu Fan sat in the car, his face growing hotter the more he thought about it.
She carried the fresh, light scent of shower gel after her bath. In the sealed environment of the car, this minty aroma, reminiscent of mint leaves in ice, was even more pronounced, swirling into my nostrils.
She was permeated with Fang Qizhou's scent and aura from head to toe.
The designated driver gripped the steering wheel, sitting upright and driving carefully and slowly. The navigation showed that he would arrive at 22:57.
Zhu Fan secretly glanced at Fang Qizhou.
The man leaned lazily against the soft seat in the dimly lit car, his eyelashes like raven feathers, each one distinct, casting a small shadow beneath his eyes.
Fang Qizhou fell asleep.
She gently moved her injured foot, which was resting between his legs.
Zhu Fan smiled faintly and began to openly stare at him.
The man's fine, tousled hair fell across his strong brow bone; his nose was straight and his lips were well-shaped. His oversized black short-sleeved shirt subtly revealed his collarbone. Even in his sleep, he exuded a wild and untamed roguish charm.
Her eyelids are so thin, you can see the blood vessels in them.
Her gaze fell on his lips.
Zhu Fan couldn't resist reaching out and poking it.
The fingertips were warm and soft, and the lips they touched felt so soft.
She held her breath, and seeing that Fang Qizhou hadn't been woken up by her poking, she became bolder again.
She continued poking.
So bouncy and chewy.
She poked it again.
Let me tickle the soles of your feet in the private room.
Zhu Fan's gaze shifted downwards, settling on his prominent Adam's apple.
She withdrew her outstretched finger, took out her phone, and opened the camera.
"Does it feel good?"
Upon hearing the sound, Zhu Fan abruptly withdrew her fingertips and looked up, dropping her phone onto Fang Qizhou's lap.
Her face flushed bright red. "You've been pretending to be asleep the whole time?!"
Fang Qizhou's languid, dark eyes showed no sign of sleepiness. His slightly parted lips conveyed a playful yet captivating charm.
Her heart pounded when she looked into those eyes.
"If I don't pretend to be asleep, how will I know you're touching me and trying to take pictures of me?"
It was a perfectly normal sentence, but when Fang Qizhou said it, it sounded like she was committing a crime against him.
Zhu Fan grabbed her phone, switched back to the camera, pointed it at herself, and stubbornly retorted, "This is a selfie. Who took a picture of you without my permission? Why is your face so big?"
"You had something on your Adam's apple, I wiped it off for you, you're welcome."
Her voice sounded guilty, but she still managed to make her lies sound plausible.
Fang Qizhou moved closer to her, into the frame, "Do I have something on my lips too? You rubbed them six times."
Zhu Fan's hand trembled.
Fang Qizhou gave a half-smile.
Zhu Fan hated himself for suddenly having lustful thoughts.
Now look what happened, they've been caught red-handed.
Designated driver: "Gentlemen, we've arrived."
Zhu Fan reached for the car door, and Fang Qizhou raised an eyebrow. "You're going to get out like this?"
Zhu Fan bit her lip and glanced at the large black slipper that her right foot had hurriedly stepped on.
These slippers were the ones she wore from Fang Qizhou's apartment.
Holding her phone, she removed her injured foot from Fang Qizhou's leg and sat up straight. "Give me my shoes."
Logically speaking, the mall should be closed at this time, so I don't know where Fang Qizhou bought it from.
As she spoke, she nervously glanced at the people coming out, using the car headlights as a guide.
Ji Shu's eyes were blinded by the light, so she raised her hand to shield them.
"Don't turn off the car lights."
Upon hearing Zhu Fan's call, the designated driver dared not move again.
Zhu Fan breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that it was Aunt Shu.
Fang Qizhou raised an eyebrow, "You didn't seem particularly well-behaved in front of me."
"You're this afraid of going home?"
Zhu Fan gritted her teeth, "It's all your fault."
If she comes back early, she definitely won't be afraid.
It's very late now, and she's injured her foot.
Fang Qizhou slowly opened the shoebox.
"Give me the shoes right now."
Zhu Fan's voice grew anxious as Aunt Shu drew closer.
Fang Qizhou held her injured ankle and put the sneakers on her left foot.
"The other foot."
Zhu Fan was taken aback.
When Fang Qizhou put the shoe on her left foot, she didn't feel any pain at all.
Fang Qizhou looked down, lazily holding the shoe with his fingertips, "The other foot."
Zhu Fan stretched out her foot and clasped her hands together, saying, "Fang Qizhou, don't get out of the car or show your face. Don't let anyone see you."
The girl's waist-length hair was half-dry, falling to her waist, and her delicate and beautiful face showed unease and anxiety at coming home late. Her earlobes turned from pink to red as he put on his shoes.
"Am I really that shameful?"
Fang Qizhou has lived for nineteen years, and there's never been any secrecy or clandestine dealings with him.
Zhu Fan pressed down on his neck and pulled him towards her, avoiding Aunt Shu's gaze as she looked into the car.
Phew, thankfully she reacted quickly.
Fang Qizhou buried his face in the girl's chest and bit her cheek hard.
At this moment, he was not only being gently pressed down on by the girl, bending his neck and waist, but also forced to remain motionless in her presence.
The two soft clouds resting on his forehead and the sweet fragrance from the girl's hair made Fang Qizhou's Adam's apple bob slightly.
Zhu Fan felt a little embarrassed; she had used a bit too much force.
She almost pulled Fang Qizhou's hair out, but luckily she reacted quickly and instead pressed down on his neck instead of grabbing his hair.
Aunt Shu had already approached, and Zhu Fan whispered to him, "Fang Qizhou, just stay in this position and don't move."
She let go of his hand and opened the car door.
Zhu Fan bent down and held onto the car door, lowering her voice: "Fang Qizhou, thank you for taking me home. Remember to send me a message when you get home."
The girl's smile was as innocent and pure as a white rose in a garden, glistening with dew.
When Aunt Shu came over, Zhu Fan closed the car door, blocking Aunt Shu's view into the car.
I can put weight on my injured foot now, but it hurts when I walk.
She endured the pain and feigned calmness: "Aunt Shu, has Grandma gone to sleep?"
Ji Shu quickly helped the limping Zhu Fan up, "The old lady is still in Miss Yuan's room."
"Young Miss, what happened to your foot?"
Zhu Fan didn't dare tell anyone that she was stabbed while out having fun and that she was injured while running away.
"The ground was too slippery, I wasn't paying attention."
As she entered the villa, she turned her head to look at the still-parked car outside and waved frantically at it without making it obvious.
He gestured for the designated driver to take Fang Qizhou away quickly.
Fang Qizhou lowered the car window, his fingertips lazily hooking her heavy bag.
Zhu Fan only took her own phone when she got out of the car.
She mouthed to him: "You keep this for me."
Seeing that Aunt Shu was about to turn her head, she exclaimed "Ouch!"
"Aunt Shu, isn't A-Yuan's dress beautiful?"
Ji Shu smiled and pointed upstairs, "The three young ladies' dresses are all very beautiful; they were all personally selected by the old lady. The eldest young lady's dress is in your room; you're the only one who hasn't tried it on yet. Why don't you go upstairs and try it on?"
Zhu Fan nodded, and just as Aunt Shu was about to turn her head to look at the car that had brought her back, she cried out, "It hurts..."
Aunt Shu bent down to examine her injured ankle.
Zhu Fan's hands behind his back were almost cramping from waving them around.
The girl's clumsy acting brought a faint smile to Fang Qizhou's face.
He felt the persistent strangeness in his body, and a low, wild curse escaped his throat: "Everyone's gone, but I'm still fucking holding on."
The driver's legs went weak and he almost couldn't press the accelerator after hearing that cold, irritating voice in the car.
Fang Qizhou lifted his eyelids. "Drive."
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