Chapter 11 Deep Contact
The warm, humid air brushed against her ear.
Fang Qizhou's gaze made Zhu Fan hold her breath.
She was his prey, the one he had marked.
From head to toe, I was covered in his scent.
The man was 1.9 meters tall, and she was trapped in his arms, forced to tilt her head back and look directly into his eyes.
My neck is so sore.
The scent, smell, voice, and tone of voice that surrounded him made Zhu Fan tremble uncontrollably.
This feeling wasn't fear, it was excitement.
She swallowed hard. "Do you have any rope at home?"
Fang Qizhou seemed to be intrigued by her fearlessness and unconventional behavior, and a smile even appeared on his world-weary face. "Want to die in front of me?"
Zhu Fan covered her left earlobe, trying to drive away the scent that had invaded her skin.
"You think I'm going to hang myself?"
What's going on in your head?
She wanted to live, she just wanted to live well.
"Can't you think of something positive? Can't you be more proactive?"
Fang Qizhou stared at the soft, parting lips in front of him, and the bright, angry eyes, and a smirk appeared on his lips.
Zhu Fan looked at Shang Qizhou with a half-smile, as if he were really scrutinizing her, and softened her tone, "I want to live well with you."
Fang Qizhou raised an eyebrow, "You want to live a good life with me."
It's not a question; it's a statement of her words.
Hearing this, Zhu Fan felt a chill run down her spine. She explained, "I need the rope to tie us together properly," and placed her hand on Fang Qizhou's arm.
Her eyes darted around the room, wishing she could find a rope and tie herself to Fang Qizhou immediately.
The consequences of provoking Fang Qizhou are severe, so don't let her get away with it.
This way, she can not only observe whether the blood pack has any dangerous potential, but also prevent Fang Qizhou from doing anything that could harm his life.
Don't let her go. You absolutely must not let her go.
The joy in Zhu Fan's eyes transformed into twinkling lights.
She looked at Fang Qizhou with a mixture of joy and eager anticipation.
Fang Qizhou felt the fragility of the neck beneath his palm, and finally gripped it tightly: "I really want to see if Miss Zhu has a different soul beneath this skin."
Zhu Fan took the most direct approach to Fang Qizhou's keen perception: she reached out and covered his mouth, then changed to a more comfortable sitting position.
This person doesn't trust the world and thinks about dying every now and then.
If she were to admit that this body was insulated from a different soul, that would be a disaster.
"Fang Qizhou, we didn't have much contact before last night, so you don't understand me. From now on, let's have more in-depth contact and get to know each other better. What do you think?"
The girl's innocent and harmless eyes revealed no pretense as she stared straight at him, waiting for his response.
Noticing the change in his body, Fang Qizhou lifted the person in his arms around the waist.
Deep contact?
Zhu Fan hurriedly covered the towel in front of her chest, and only when she met Qi Zhou's lustful eyes did she realize that she had said the wrong thing.
That's not what she meant by "deep contact".
She meant a deeper understanding of each other's personalities and—
The chill from her legs made her mind almost explode instantly.
She was certain that her clothes had been exposed.
As he was pinned to the bed, Zhu Fan let out a muffled groan.
The bath towel spread out—
Zhu Fan clutched Fang Qizhou's clothes, tears streaming down her face.
That's not what I meant.
"Fang Qizhou, I'm not feeling well..."
"You were so fierce last night..."
Fang Qizhou's kiss lingered on the nape of her neck, his long, pale fingers leaving.
Hot, moist tears rolled into my mouth, carrying a salty and bitter taste.
Wherever his gaze fell, an alluring blush appeared on the girl's fair skin.
Zhu Fan looked at Fang Qizhou through teary eyes.
The man's arm skin tightened, and his fingertips pressed against the tears at the corners of her eyes.
Fang Qizhou's dark gaze and his less-than-gentle gesture of wiping away tears stopped Zhu Fan's tears.
As the weight lifted from her body, she rubbed her slightly itchy eyes and went to find a bath towel.
The bath towel was thrown on the ground. Zhu Fan wrapped her arms around herself and tried to pick it up.
Fang Qizhou's gaze never left her; she felt both annoyed and embarrassed.
The next second, a soft blanket fell on her.
Fang Qizhou's movements were anything but gentle, and his eyes were deep and intense.
Zhu Fan was wrapped in a quilt by Fang Qizhou and turned into a silkworm cocoon.
It's clear that Fang Qizhou is quite satisfied with how she's wrapped up like this.
The two cell phones in the living room rang like a symphony.
Zhu Fan, wrapped in the blanket, secretly glanced at Fang Qizhou before getting out of bed in a cowardly manner.
Meng Yin's gentle question about when she would be home made Zhu Fan feel guilty, like a thief caught in the act.
It is 10:13 PM now.
Zhu Fan realized that it was already very late.
Fang Qizhou emerged from the master bedroom, his clothes damp with sweat.
Zhu Fan stopped touching the doorknob. "The glutinous rice balls got cold, so I heated them up for you. Remember to eat them."
After she finished speaking, she pressed down on the handle, and the door opened with a click.
The girl's black short-sleeved shirt was loose and baggy, revealing her two straight, fair, and slender legs.
"Zhu Fan."
The man's deep, magnetic, and cold voice made Zhu Fan turn her head subconsciously.
"He won't be able to participate in the piano performance tonight."
Fang Qizhou was talking to her about Fang Qibai.
Zhu Fan nodded, indicating that he understood.
This is your own family matter, and it's also Fang Qibai's own business. It has nothing to do with her.
Fang Qizhou picked up his phone from the sofa and lazily walked towards her.
Zhu Fan's phone rang.
Fang Qizhou accepted her friend request.
The driver had already arrived downstairs, so she didn't delay any longer.
The little pink pig slippers under my feet made a rustling sound as they stepped on the floor.
Zhu Fan couldn't quite manage a smile.
She just randomly added these slippers to her takeout order. They're comfortable to wear, not heavy at all, but the sound they make when she walks on the floor is incredibly loud.
My collar was pulled—
Zhu Fan turned to Fang Qizhou, her face flushed with anger, and demanded, "What are you doing?"
The girl's voice was clear and crisp, but tinged with annoyance.
"Blocking the way."
Zhu Fan:?
The elevator doors opened, and Zhu Fan gritted her teeth at the sight of Fang Qizhou's exceptionally long legs.
Having long legs is amazing, it's truly amazing.
Fang Qizhou just glanced at her lazily.
The elevator was unusually quiet.
Zhu Fan asked him curiously, "Are you going home to eat fish?"
Fang Qizhou gazed at her with his deep eyes, and suddenly, a playful smile appeared on his lips. "Fighting is more interesting than eating fish, isn't it?"
Oh, Fang Qizhou is going home to find Fang Qibaicha.
Well, this has nothing to do with her.
But fighting can easily lead to injuries, and getting injured will definitely make you unhappy.
Zhu Fan tried to dissuade him from the idea, smiling broadly, "Fighting is nothing compared to the joy of eating fish, don't you think?"
Fang Qizhou accurately captured the tension in Zhu Fan's eyes, and his eyes turned cold.
This makes me feel sorry for Fang Qibai.
Zhu Fan gently tugged at Fang Qizhou's sleeve, "You haven't eaten the glutinous rice balls I cooked for you yet."
Fang Qizhou lowered his head and leaned closer to Zhu Fan, his eyes meeting hers. "Zhu Fan, from this moment on, you will be there whenever I need you. Tonight, I will let him go."
Zhu Fan agreed almost immediately after he finished speaking.
The smile in Fang Qizhou's eyes was gone.
Zhu Fan had already spotted her car, and she stepped lightly out of the elevator.
Behind her, where she couldn't see him, Fang Qizhou watched the girl's relaxed figure and turned on his phone.
A photo of Fang Qibai kneeling on the ground, holding a steamed sea bass in both hands, was prominently displayed on the phone screen.
The perch on the lotus-green porcelain plate has an enticing color, and the shredded ginger and green and red peppers on the fish make it look like a work of art.
Even through the photo, you can smell the fishy odor.
For the past nineteen years, every bite of food Fang Qizhou has eaten has tasted like books.
He could only taste the fishy smell.
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