Chapter 21 Form is Emptiness
The vehicle slowly came to a stop in front of the villa.
The dress had a very low neckline. Ruan Yi looked down and saw that the skin on her chest was too white. If someone else saw such an obvious mark, she wouldn't know how to explain it.
She gritted her teeth and pulled up the neckline of her dress until it completely covered the ambiguous red mark.
Ruan Yi was furious when she saw Fu Jingchen sitting quietly beside her like a corpse.
She won't feel right if she doesn't get a reply!
She pulled an eyeliner from her handbag.
Ruan Yi, the master of creation, began her painting work.
She leaned close to the passenger seat, bringing her face close to the man's high, straight nose.
The pen tip drew a crooked turtle pattern on his left cheek, and then drew a very "Japanese-style" baka mustache on his tightly pursed thin lips.
His warm breath brushed against the side of her neck, and the girl bit her lower lip, trying to suppress her laughter.
The girl, engrossed in her creation, was completely unaware that the "drunkard's" ear tips were getting redder and redder, and that a certain part of his penis was becoming increasingly erect.
When preparing to work on the canvas for the right side of her face, Ruan Yi couldn't reach it and had to brace her hand on the edge of the chair.
A delicate blob was successfully drawn on the man's right cheek, comparable to the blob on Lazy Sheep's head, and finally, some cat whiskers were added to the side of his face.
Ruan Yi's face ached from laughing at the messy drawings. If that jerk Fu Jingchen asked, she would just say that he drew them himself when he was drunk and went crazy.
"Keep this as a souvenir~" Ruan Yi looked down to find her phone in the central armrest area, but as soon as she looked down, her eyes slid to some very interesting places.
"Cough...cough cough!" Ruan Yi was startled, then choked on her own saliva and immediately jumped away from him.
How could he be drunk?! His circumference is almost bigger than her wrist. Is this the specialty of the male lead's halo setting?
If it were this bad, Ruan Yi stretched out her hand and roughly gestured, "Ah... I'd die, wouldn't I?"
A suspicious burning sensation spread from my cheeks to my neck.
"Ruan Yi, what are you thinking! Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."
Ruan Yi started muttering to herself, feeling that she had been having too many lustful thoughts these days. She suspected that the traditional Chinese medicine doctor's prescriptions were too effective and had overdone it.
Ruan Yi shook off the presumptuous idea, turned on the camera, and the cold light from the phone screen reflected on Ruan Yi's unrestrained smile.
The camera was focused on the man's face, specifically on his square-shaped beard. Suddenly, the man's eyelashes twitched, startling Ruan Yi so much that she almost dropped her phone.
Fortunately, the man didn't wake up. The "click" sound rang out one after another until more than ten "ugly" photos appeared in the album.
"Nuwa is really something... why did she make this perverted face so handsome!" Ruan Yi looked through the photos she had just taken on her phone; the only ugly thing in the pictures was her doodle.
While the girl was complaining, the person next to her seemed to still be fast asleep, if only there wasn't a smile on his lips.
It was quiet outside the car. It was already very late, and Ruan Yi really didn't want to face it, but her job as a "cargo mover" assistant really had to start.
The moment her fingertips touched Fu Jingchen's shoulder, the man leaned to the side, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe.
Ruan Yi bit her lower lip and pulled him halfway up to her body, deliberately keeping some distance and only supporting his arm. The scent of perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol still wafted over her. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her lower back, and she staggered closer to him.
"You damned Fu Jingchen, you better stand still." Her ears turned uncontrollably red, and she could only maintain the position of being close to him as she struggled to lift him up and walk towards the villa.
The man appeared to be so drunk that he was limp, but his palms were still lightly touching her waist, as if he were caressing her or swaying with the inertia of her movement.
Ruan Yi finally moved him to the bedroom and threw him onto the bed.
She rubbed her aching wrists, trying to straighten up, when suddenly a strong force pulled her from behind, causing her to fall headfirst, her nose hitting his collarbone directly.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch... Why do some people keep wanting their mothers to hug them when they're drunk?!" If Ruan Yi were a block of tofu, she would probably have been completely devoured by this drunkard tonight.
I really want to strangle him. I should have just left him in the parking lot to fend for himself.
She tried to get up, supporting herself on his chest, but her fingertips dug into the firm muscles of his chest. The man was clearly fast asleep, but his arms were wrapped tightly around her.
Ruan Yi had no choice but to painstakingly wriggle out of his arms, which were holding her tightly.
I demand a raise! Tomorrow I have to get this boss who treats his assistant like a human being to give him a raise, at least a zero!
The girl stormed off, and after closing the door, suppressed low laughter could be heard coming from the bed, a sound that stirred the heart in the quiet night.
The first thing the man did upon opening his eyes was to enter the bathroom without hesitation, as if he couldn't wait to express something.
When she stood in front of the mirror with her neckline already pulled wide open, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
The man reflected in the mirror had his usually hard jawline now dominated by crooked cat whiskers, including a small turtle whisker, a large left mustache, and even some unidentified lumps.
The man raised his fingertips and stroked the graffiti on his cheek, but instead of the expected anger, he felt an endless tenderness spreading through his chest.
“Xiao Yi…” he muttered to himself, his fingertips frozen on the comical graffiti, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed.
Inner desires are like an ever-flowing tide, mingling with warm, fine sand.
By the time he realized it, it was too late. Drowning in this love that only he knew was his destiny.
Under the same roof, someone expressed their love amidst the surging steam, their breath enveloped in a scorching heat.
Some people were pierced in the heart by sharp jealousy, their blood churning with furious rage.
The cup seemed to have been crushed just moments before, sharp shards of glass embedded in his palm, crimson blood trickling through his fingers and dripping onto the balcony floor.
The cars downstairs were just parked quietly, but the shadows seemed to still hold the lingering warmth of the two figures who had been supporting each other not long ago.
The cut from the glass stung, but it couldn't compare to the burning jealousy surging in my chest.
He should be by my sister's side; it can only be him.
The moonlight cast shadows on his contorted face, making it appear deathly pale, but the burning rage in his eyes seemed to scorch the car.
"Looks like we need to hurry." The man turned and went back into his room.
The only light source in the room was the computer that was still running, its dark blue screen displaying dynamic candlestick charts, scrolling stock codes, and staggering cross-border transfer records.
The data, which was as complex as a secret code, appeared to him as nothing more than a well-handled toy.
He has plenty of ways to deal with others.
But how should he punish his precious child?
"Your body has almost fully recovered."
"They've had so much rest, so it wouldn't be too much to punish them more severely and for a longer period, would it?"
His long eyelashes trembled, and a few tears even welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wouldn't stop until his soft skin was rubbed red.
But he couldn't hold back for long if he only expressed himself in this way.
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