Chapter 96 Because I Touched You
Wang Zhen stood like a silent black statue with his back straight in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
Outside the window was the bright yet cold night scene of the city, reflected in his calm eyes.
In the headset, the subordinate reported the latest movements of the target in a stereotyped voice.
He needs to remain absolutely calm and focused.
But the guy on the sofa behind him with a strong presence was like an invisible thorn, constantly interfering with his tense nerves.
Wang Shuo...what is he doing again?
Wang Shuo lazily sank into the soft sofa, wearing only a loose silk nightgown with an open collar, revealing a small piece of his fair chest with a few fresh scratches.
He was shaking a glass of amber liquor in his hand, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound when hitting the wall of the glass.
He was barefoot, with a noticeable bruise on his ankle.
He seemed not to feel the pain, but instead pressed hard on the bruise on his ankle with his fingertips, with a bit of nonchalant malice.
Tsk, that hurts.
But... Wang Zhen's wooden stake-like back makes people want to... make some noise.
Let's see how long he can endure.
A hint of evil interest flashed across Wang Shuo's eyes.
He deliberately pressed the bruise harder and let out a suppressed, painful gasp: "Hiss..."
The figure in front of the window stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.
The report was still going on in the headset, but Wang Zhen's attention had been forcibly drawn away by the slight gasp.
He knew Wang Shuo did it on purpose.
This madman always finds ways to challenge his bottom line.
Wang Shuo put down his wine glass, twisted his body on the sofa, and the straps of his nightgown slid open further.
He stretched out his injured foot and casually placed it on the edge of the expensive low table. The bruises looked even more glaring under the light.
He tilted his head and looked at Wang Zhen's back, his voice slow and sticky, with a bit of a spoiled complaint: "Brother...my feet hurt."
The word "brother" was like a feather scratching the eardrum, with Wang Shuo's unique sweet yet dangerous tone.
Wang Zhen's brows were furrowed tightly.
here we go again.
This deliberate display of weakness and intimacy is Wang Shuo's most proficient weapon, used to confuse people.
He warned himself not to be fooled, this was just Wang Shuo's game.
But... that bruise is indeed an eyesore.
He had a responsibility to ensure his brother's well-being. That was all.
Wang Zhen suddenly cut off the communication in the headset.
He turned around with quick, decisive movements and strode towards the sofa.
His face was still as cold and hard as it had been for thousands of years, and his eyes were like an ice-hardened blade, sweeping across the bruises on Wang Shuo's ankles.
"How did it happen?" The voice was hard and without any emotion.
Wang Shuo looked up at him as he approached, a successful, lazy smile on his lips.
"I accidentally... bumped into the corner of the table." He said it lightly, but his toes deliberately swayed, rubbing against the smooth edge of the coffee table, making a slight friction sound.
"It hurts so much that I can't move." He blinked, his eyes innocent and seductive.
Hitting the corner of the table? No one would believe that.
Wang Shuo is not that stupid.
This injury was most likely caused when he was trying to get rid of his men's surveillance this afternoon.
A nameless anger welled up in Wang Zhen's heart, directed at both Wang Shuo's reckless behavior and his own disturbed mood at that moment.
He hated feeling out of control.
Wang Zhen squatted on one knee in front of the sofa, his movements as rigid as a soldier.
He ignored the deliberately open collar of Wang Shuo's robe and the glaring whiteness, and directly grasped Wang Shuo's injured ankle with his big hand!
The force was not light, and it seemed like an inspection.
The cold, calloused fingers suddenly gripped the hot and sensitive ankle skin!
Wang Shuo's body trembled uncontrollably, and a short, gasping "Uh!" escaped from his throat. It wasn't fake.
He subconsciously tried to retract his foot, but was firmly held by Wang Zhen's iron-like hands!
Wang Zhen pressed and kneaded the bruised and swollen area with his fingers a few times, checking the bones and ligaments.
The movements were professional, but not gentle at all, and even had a bit of punitive force.
He said coldly: "The bone is fine. The soft tissue is bruised." After saying that, he was about to let go of her hand.
The pain and strange tingling caused by the rough fingers still remained.
Seeing Wang Zhen about to withdraw and leave, the evil desire to conquer in Wang Shuo's heart was instantly ignited!
Want to leave? Not that easy!
Wang Shuo suddenly stretched out his other uninjured foot, and with the smooth instep of his foot, he accurately hooked Wang Zhen's wrist as he was about to retract it, and his toes rubbed the protruding joints of his wrist in a bad way.
He leaned forward, his robe completely untied, almost half lying on the armrest of the sofa, and moved close to Wang Zhen's cold and hard face. His breath, tinged with alcohol, sprayed hotly on his ear: "Brother...you're so fierce...can you rub it for me?"
The voice was soft and charming, like poison coated in honey.
The frivolous rubbing was like sparks splashing on oil, and Wang Zhen's muscles instantly tensed as hard as iron.
A strong, offended anger mixed with a strange heat rushed to the top of my head!
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and with terrifying murderous intent, he fiercely stabbed at Wang Shuo who was close at hand!
That look seemed as if he wanted to eat this ignorant demon alive!
Wang Zhen grabbed Wang Shuo's ankle with his backhand, and the force was so great that it almost broke his bones!
He stood up suddenly, looking down at Wang Shuo, who was lying on the sofa with a frown on his face due to the pain, but his eyes were shining with excitement. He squeezed out a cold voice from between his teeth: "Wang Shuo! Don't seek death!"
The severe pain in his wrist and ankle made Wang Shuo groan, but the light in his eyes became brighter!
Yes! That's it! Tear off that cold, hard shell! He wants to see Wang Zhen lose control!
Seeing him lose his composure due to my arousal! This is more fun than any game! The pain has become a stimulant!
Instead of being afraid, Wang Shuo took advantage of the force of Wang Zhen holding his ankle to prop up his body from the sofa, almost sticking to Wang Zhen's chest!
He tilted his face up, his eyes blurry and provocative. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and slowly licked his dry lower lip. His voice was hoarse and seductive: "Brother... are you angry? Because... I touched you?"
It's funny, this guy locked himself up at home and is so innocent.
He deliberately pronounced the word "touch" lightly and ambiguously.
Those lips so close to him, those provocative eyes, and that hot breath with the smell of alcohol... were like a heavy hammer hitting Wang Zhen's tense nerves!
He suddenly tightened his fingers around Wang Shuo's ankle!
The other hand rose up almost uncontrollably, wanting to strangle that slender and fragile neck and completely subdue this enchantress who disturbed his mind and constantly challenged his bottom line!
The fingertips were only an inch away from the white neck!
Wang Zhen's breathing was heavy and his chest heaved violently.
He could clearly see the undisguised, crazy and expectant light in Wang Shuo's eyes.
He was gambling! Gambling on whether he would lose control!
A huge chill instantly extinguished the boiling violence and heat.
No. He couldn't.
Wang Zhen suddenly released his hand that was holding Wang Shuo's ankle with such force that Wang Shuo fell back onto the sofa without warning.
Wang Zhen didn't even look at him, turned around and walked away, his steps fast and heavy, as if he was running away from some monster.
He only left behind an icy warning: "Watch your hands and feet. If you do it again, I don't mind helping you 'fix' them." Bang! The door was slammed shut.
Wang Shuo fell onto the sofa, rubbing his painful ankle, looking at the tightly closed door and listening to the heavy and hurried footsteps receding outside.
Far from feeling frustrated, he began to laugh softly, and his laughter grew louder and louder, with an almost insane excitement and joy.
He picked up the unfinished glass of liquor on the table and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy liquid burned his throat.
Ran away? Wang Zhen actually ran away? Like he was being chased by something filthy?
Ha! Interesting! So interesting! He saw it! He saw the fleeting rage and…struggle in Wang Zhen’s eyes?
Wang Zhen’s reaction was even more…exciting than he had expected.
Since my brother wants to lock me up at home...
Then I can only ask my brother for what I want.
This dangerous game has just begun.
He licked the corner of his lips stained with wine, and his eyes flashed with a determined light.
Brother, you can't escape.
Next time, I want to see you completely out of control.
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