Chapter 138 Opening Eyes, Kissing, Carnivore "I actually...that..."
Having gained the advantage, Yuan Jianxing didn't do the kind of thing Fu Ze would do, like "playing innocent and asking more questions," but instead obediently closed his eyes.
When a person suddenly loses their sight, their other senses become exceptionally sharp.
In the darkness, the first thing Yuan Jianxing noticed was the subtle sound of the fabric rubbing together.
The sound came from afar and eventually stopped less than ten centimeters in front of him.
Along with it comes a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance.
That was the smell of the spices hanging in Fu Ze's wardrobe mixed with the laundry detergent he used.
"You think you're so clever and well-behaved? Do you think I'm someone else?" With a light laugh, Yuan Jianxing leaned forward slightly to meet him. "Trying to grab my bag won't be an easy task."
In an instant, the sounds of the movements, which had been somewhat concealed, became much louder and quickly receded into the distance.
The subtle fragrance that had been lingering between the two vanished without a trace.
Clearly, this means that Fu Ze, whose little scheme had been exposed, retreated to his original position.
Although Yuan Jianxing caught him red-handed, Fu Ze still stubbornly argued, "I was just unbuttoning a button, don't slander an innocent person."
Yuan Jianxing didn't argue with him and continued to quietly wait for the command to "open his eyes".
Seeing that even the final sneak attack had failed, Fu Ze seemed to finally admit defeat.
Sensing the subtle fluctuations emanating from the person beside him, Yuan Jianxing suddenly realized that he was somewhat nervous and apprehensive.
He felt like a naive young man standing on the street with an ice cream cone, constantly watching to see if the figure he longed for would get off the newly arrived bus.
As one bus after another passed by and one group of passengers after another got off, his eyes became more and more focused as he searched through the crowd, and his heart pounded higher and higher.
Because he knew that person was on their way.
Maybe it's this one, maybe it's the next one, but there will be one.
After the formal meeting, she would hand over the ice cream she had been protecting for a long time, and then, when the other person apologized for being late, she would reply:
It came at just the right time.
It's really good.
It wouldn't be better if it were a second more or a second less.
Oh, there might be a caveat here—if the other party feels apologetic about it.
Just then, a voice rang in Yuan Jianxing's ear:
"Open your eyes."
Although the voice was completely unfamiliar, the tone of voice was remarkably familiar.
In an instant, all the reactions that Yuan Jianxing had rehearsed in his mind were rendered useless.
At this moment, all he wanted was to get the last bit of information about "Fu Ze" into his mind so that he could obtain a complete picture of "Fu Ze".
First, I slightly opened my eyes, letting my vision, which had been in darkness for so long, adjust to the sudden light.
Before his vision could fully return, Yuan Jianxing eagerly looked in the direction from which the sound came.
In the hazy, indistinct light, he noticed that the person standing there had changed from head to toe, including the clothes they wore.
After blinking a few more times, Yuan Jianxing was finally able to clearly see the other person's appearance.
Unlike Wan Chuanqiu's pitiful, innocent desire, or Bogdan's aloofness and coldness that keeps people at arm's length, or Que Ling's refined and charming style.
The man standing before Hara Mihoshi now exudes an indescribable, complex aura.
It's possible that being a senior manager means having to maintain a serious demeanor most of the time at work.
Therefore, he wore a pair of non-prescription half-rimmed glasses on his nose, which forcibly weakened the liveliness brought by his upturned eyes and slightly raised thin eyebrows.
Perhaps because he was only twenty-five years old, there was still a hint of childishness in his features.
So no matter how sophisticated and mature he dresses, this quality will still be clearly revealed from his smooth but not sharp jawline and narrow but not pointed chin.
The only thing that could match the other person's lively and unconventional personality was the star-shaped necklace hidden deep in the neckline, hanging between the collarbones on both sides.
Yuan Jianxing suddenly wondered for no apparent reason whether this was the inspiration for the executive officer's collar insignia.
Soon, his attention was drawn to something else.
It was a strand of hair that went from the back of her head, around her neck and shoulders, to the front of her body, and was then braided into a small braid.
It blends seamlessly into the layers of collars, completely inconspicuous.
If the original observer hadn't been so observant, he might have missed it.
With this as a reminder, Yuan Jianxing suddenly remembered that when Fu Ze was thinking or having wicked ideas, he always seemed to subconsciously fiddle with the ends of his hair.
Just as he was making this connection, the man opposite him seemed to magically hook a strand of hair in his hand and rub it a few times with a slight pause.
"Hey, don't just stare without saying anything..."
At the same moment Fu Ze made his move, the glow of the setting sun, reflected several times by nearby buildings, shone directly onto his face.
In Yuan Jianxing's field of vision, the face of the other party, suddenly illuminated by the bright light, was exactly the same as the image presented in the photograph that had been hanging in Cuiya Restaurant.
Actually, there was no need for Fu Ze to urge him; Yuan Jianxing was already looking to give a response.
But at this moment, so many words rushed to his lips that he didn't know what to say first.
Misunderstanding the other person's silence, Fu Ze sighed softly, "I knew it..."
However, in the next instant, Fu Ze's hand was clasped together with his fingers intertwined.
Then, he was pulled forward by the force from his hand and fell into a strong and reassuring embrace.
Although Hara Mihoshi still hadn't figured out what to say, his body had already given him an answer.
Resting his chin on the other's shoulder, Fu Ze wrapped his arm around Yuan Jianxing's waist and whispered angrily, "Hmph, you barely managed to make amends in time."
Then a warm touch landed on his forehead, which was a little chilly from the evening breeze.
"I can't believe it..."
Yuan Jianxing's voice came from above Fu Ze's head.
Finally, he selected the one that best expressed his feelings from the surging myriad emotions.
"I've seen you so long ago."
Having failed to follow Yuan Jianxing's train of thought, Fu Ze looked up, slightly puzzled, "Huh? When did this happen? Why didn't I print it..."
But before he could finish his sentence, it was all cut off by two warm and soft hands.
At the same time, I also felt the sudden darkness in my vision and the hot, moist breath hitting my cheek.
After receiving these signals, Fu Ze's brain seemed to enter an overload state, and unusually, it went completely blank.
After a long while, he vaguely realized that Yuan Jianxing was kissing him.
Yuan Jianxing kissed Fu Ze.
During the time that Fu Ze was stunned, Yuan Jianxing, who had successfully launched a sneak attack, was no longer satisfied with simple lip-to-lip contact.
His tongue kept sweeping across the other's lips, trying to probe deeper while simultaneously evoking the expected response.
Faced with such an aggressive Yuan Jianxing, Fu Ze subconsciously wanted to take a step back, create some distance, and give himself some time to think about how to deal with it.
But Yuan Jianxing didn't give him that chance.
Upon realizing Fu Ze's intention to escape, he immediately placed his hand on the back of the other's neck, and together with the hand pressing on the other's back, forcibly pulled the other back to the original spot.
Since the two confessed their feelings for each other, Fu Ze had rarely seen Yuan Jianxing adopt such a domineering attitude towards him.
Startled, he instinctively opened his mouth.
Yuan Jianxing naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.
He marched straight in and then began to recklessly conquer cities and seize territories.
He licked Fu Ze's tongue, tirelessly drawing out strands of saliva in the moist darkness.
He rubbed the spot where his teeth met his gums, creating tingling currents in the groove of desire.
He teased the undulating upper jaw, causing Fu Ze's head to tingle and spasm in waves.
At this point, Fu Ze finally realized that the other party was serious about it.
This is precisely why his competitive spirit was also aroused.
Fu Ze first raised his arm, wrapping it around Yuan Jianxing's shoulder blade from below his arm.
Instead of his previous timid attitude of letting the other party take what they wanted, he first used the tip of his tongue to force back Yuan Jianxing's tongue, and then took the opportunity to bite the other party with his teeth as a form of punishment.
In the instant that Yuan Jianxing flinched in pain, Fu Ze took the opportunity to remove the glasses that were blocking the two of them and casually tossed them aside.
Freed from this constraint, he immediately turned the tables on his opponent, invading their territory in return.
Unlike the fundamentalist kisses of Yuan Jianxing, which were clear in purpose but somewhat rigid, Fu Ze's kisses were much more varied.
For example, sucking on the corner of the other person's mouth, biting the other person's lower lip, or rubbing the tip of your nose against the other person's cupid's bow, philtrum, bridge of the nose, and inner corner of the eye.
Seeing that Fu Ze was beginning to cooperate with him, Yuan Jianxing stopped restricting his movements.
He moved his hand, which was originally on the back of the other's neck, forward slightly and gently supported Fu Ze's cheek.
Using the thumb, one can carefully rub and play with the other person's delicate Adam's apple at the knuckle.
During this time, his other hand left for a moment and then returned to its place.
Unlike last time when it landed on the outside of the clothing, this time it reached in from under the outer garment and pressed heavily on Fu Ze's back chest.
The only thing separating them from their actual skin was a thin shirt, barely enough to be practically invisible.
Fu Ze was somewhat surprised after sensing Yuan Jianxing's actions.
He never imagined that Yuan Jianxing, who had always appeared serious, upright, and ascetic, was actually such a carnivore at heart.
The other party's straightforward statement only made his little tricks seem rather superficial.
Temporarily extricating himself from the verbal sparring, Fu Ze asked, half-pleading and half-coaxing, "It's windy on the rooftop, and it's a public place. Shall we go home first, um? Then, well, you can do whatever you want."
Yuan Jianxing seemed to ignore Fu Ze's suggestion and continued his insatiable demands.
It's like a weary traveler on a long journey drawing water from a single handful of clear spring water in a desert oasis.
Meeting Yuan Jianxing like this for the first time, even the clever Fu Ze didn't know how to handle it properly. In addition, the atmosphere was just right, so he let the other party be.
However, just as he threw himself back into the fight and was about to go further in line with his opponent's intentions, a slight pain came from his back.
Along with the pain comes a chill unique to sharp metal.
The icy coldness pierced Fu Ze's skin, passed through his ribs, and precisely reached his heart.
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