Chapter 389

The bathroom stall was cramped; Liu Tianxian rested her head against Fang Hong's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

It gave her an infinite sense of safety.

Fang Hong had been waiting for the person in the next stall to finish and leave, but when he realized Liu Tianxian was leaning on him, he gently stroked her head.

The two of them stayed still, savoring the quiet atmosphere.

After waiting a while, hearing the flush sound from the next toilet, Liu Tianxian pulled away from his chest and smiled: "Doesn't this feel like sneaking around?"

After a moment of silence, she returned to normal.

"Yes!" Fang Hong laughed.

Liu Tianxian covered her mouth and giggled "hehehe," afraid of being heard outside, but this was still their first time experiencing something like this—thrilling and beautiful.

It could become an unforgettable memory for them both.

"Let's hurry up and get this done, then leave—Charity Bazaar is probably about to start," Fang Hong reminded.

Her back was open, and she was covering the front with her hand; as soon as she let go, a different view would appear. She looked down and asked: "Want to see?"

"You ask me? Of course I want to see," Fang Hong leaned closer.

"You're so unhidden—you don't even pretend to be shy," Liu Tianxian said.

"Pretend what? I've already touched everything."

"You can even say that?"

Liu Tianxian said no more, slowly lowering her hand, her eyes fixed on the man before her, watching his expression, every subtle reaction.

As the beautiful sight gradually revealed itself, Fang Hong's pupils widened slowly; he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He'd just claimed indifference, but now that he saw the beautiful view, his eyes were glued.

Liu Tianxian was satisfied with his reaction—it was her first time doing this; she'd been hesitant just moments ago, but after a series of Psychological Suggestion, she'd loosened up.

It was something meant to be experienced—she'd just taken one more step.

She moved her hand lower again and asked: "Pretty?"

"Pretty," Fang Hong said, his mouth dry.

Only one side of her chest patch was stuck on; the other had slipped onto her clothing.

So he could only see one side—but even that was equivalent to seeing everything.

"Help me stick it back on!" Liu Tianxian held up her dress.

Fang Hong didn't move; instead, he looked up at her, then down again, a surge of excitement rising inside him.

"Stick it on! What are you standing there for?" Liu Tianxian's face was flushed.

Mostly because his gaze was too scorching.

"I I…" Fang Hong stammered, not knowing what to say, as if he was extremely nervous.

He'd never felt this way before; his emotions were surging.

"Calm down, don't get worked up," Liu Tianxian soothed, placing her hand on his forehead and finding it warm.

"Feifei, don't blame me."

Before she could react, Fang Hong leaned down and kissed her quickly, not caring whether she agreed or not.

He simply couldn't hold back—anyone would have cracked under this.

Liu Tianxian closed her eyes slightly, bit her silver teeth, stepped back slowly until her back hit the wall with nowhere left to retreat.

She tilted her head up, covering her mouth to suppress any sound.

She didn't stop him, didn't push him away, didn't blame him—she knew he couldn't resist, otherwise he wouldn't have done this.

Normally, this man had strong self-control; he never pressured her, always giving her full respect and autonomy.

Fang Hong moved forward as if savoring a delicacy, reluctant, infatuated.

After a while, he reluctantly pulled away, as if still unsatisfied, leaning up to kiss her cheek, her lips.

"No, my makeup will smudge," Liu Tianxian placed her hand on his face to stop him, whispering: "If it smears, I can't fix it—I didn't bring any makeup tools."

Fang Hong "mm"ed, pulled back slightly, and said nothing, as if savoring the moment.

Both took a moment to calm down; Liu Tianxian's cheeks were bright red, like tempting apples.

Just now, she too had been emotionally stirred, unable to control herself.

Still holding up her dress with one hand, she picked up the chest patch with the other and handed it to him: "Help me stick it back on!"

Fang Hong took the chest patch—it was circular, like a small lid, about twelve centimeters in diameter, made of soft silicone.

But this time he didn't act impulsively; instead, he gestured: "Just stick it on like this?"

"Mm, line it up," Liu Tianxian signaled.

Before he acted, he admired it again—it looked like a white steamed bun, soft and milky white like fluffy clouds, warm and hazy, incredibly pleasing to the eye.

But he didn't act on impulse; after aligning it, he pressed it on and asked: "Like this? Will it stay put?"

"Yes, it was just poorly applied before."

Liu Tianxian used one free hand to press around the edges, confirming it was secure, then pulled her clothes over the view and turned her back: "Help me zip up."

Fang Hong zipped her up—this time, effortlessly.

Liu Tianxian finally freed both hands, patted her cheeks to calm herself—her face was still flushed, burning.

Mostly because just now, she couldn't resist the inner tremor. "Are you okay?" Fang Hong looked at her.

"Not okay—you were supposed to help me, not suck on me," Liu Tianxian pouted, teasing him.

"What now? I already did it," Fang Hong said, as if what was done was done.

"Don't you know it hurts? A girl's there is very sensitive," Liu Tianxian pointed at him.

"My fault—I got carried away," Fang Hong apologized.

"Just saying 'my fault' is enough? It's not that simple," Liu Tianxian said.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Fang Hong asked.

"Let me beat you up for a bit, so I can work off my anger."

"Then go ahead and hit me, hit anywhere you like." Fang Hong looked like he was willing to take a beating.

Seeing him like that, how could Liu Tianxian bear to actually hit him!

Instead she couldn't help a "pfft" of laughter, hooked both arms around his neck, pressed forehead to forehead, her eyes full of tenderness: "Silly, I was just teasing you—why are you so obedient?"

"Isn't this so you can work off your anger." Fang Hong looked at her, right before his eyes, close enough to reach, her skin still fine and flawless.

"I'm not angry, I'm perfectly fine." Liu Tianxian asked softly: "Hey, your first time like this—how did it feel?"

She wanted to interview him a little, to see if this man felt the same as she did.

"It felt like having something wonderful, something you can't put down." Tenderness showed on Fang Hong's face.

Liu Tianxian laughed softly, looking equally content.

"And you?" Fang Hong asked.

"Not telling you." Liu Tianxian was playful—of course she felt great too.

Fang Hong asked: "Did it hurt?"

"Of course it hurt, but it's nothing—give it a little time and you'll get used to it." Liu Tianxian was carefree about it.

"Get used to it?" Fang Hong looked at her with a knowing look—that line basically meant: next time we can do this again.

"Mm, get used to it." Liu Tianxian affectionately tapped his nose.

"I need to get used to it too." Fang Hong said.

"Of course you need to get used to it—you've got plenty to get used to: my bad temper, my nerves." Liu Tianxian said.

"So you do know you're neurotic!" Fang Hong laughed.

"Get lost!"

Liu Tianxian shot him a look, let go of him, gently cracked the door open a sliver, and peeked outside.

After a bout of flirtatious bickering, her complexion had already returned to normal. Seeing no one outside, she closed the door again and said: "Hey, I'll go out first and scout the way—come out quickly in a bit."

"We're already here—aren't you going to use the restroom before leaving?" Fang Hong's mouth was cheap.

"Use yours!"

Liu Tianxian smacked him, then opened the door and walked straight out, pulling it shut behind her.

Fang Hong was disappointed—he'd been saying he could watch Liu Tianxian use the restroom, wondering what a fairy looked like going to the bathroom.

Outside, Liu Tianxian walked to the door, looked both ways down the corridor, and seeing no one, took out her phone and sent Fang Hong a message telling him to come out quickly.

"Let's go!" Fang Hong was right behind her.

"Whoa!" Liu Tianxian got a fright, turned her head: "You—walking without a sound? I hadn't even finished typing the message and you're already out."

"If I waited for you to finish, someone would've shown up by now—you type way too slow." Fang Hong teased her.

"Who's slow at typing? You're the slow one."

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This time the two of them held nothing back, and bickering and laughing all the way back to the Bazaar Charity banquet hall.

By then the auction in the banquet hall had already begun—the item up for bid was a handbag, which Li Bailian won at 880,000. Truly loaded.

"What took you so long? The charity auction has already started." Su Mang was sharp-eyed; she spotted the two of them appearing and immediately came over to greet them.

"Sorry, Sister Su Mang, something came up." Liu Tianxian acted perfectly natural.

"Then follow me." Su Mang gestured for the two to follow.

What was set up here was one large round table after another, each one surrounded by people—every one of them someone important or a celebrity.

Along the way, people who saw the two of them either nodded in greeting or called out "Principal."

When they passed the table where Da Xiao Wang, Hua Yi and that group sat, the originally warm and cheerful atmosphere among those people instantly changed, turning solemn.

Even Da Xiao Wang's gaze changed, turning sharp—Feng Kuzi had that same sharp look.

Fang Hong certainly wasn't going to indulge them either, taunting: "What are you looking at? Never seen such a handsome boss before?"

This was a line borrowed from Kung Fu Hustle, and instantly made several of them so angry they didn't know where to direct it—arrogance pushed to the extreme.

"Don't be so damn narcissistic—who the hell has time to look at you?" Feng Kuzi snarled.

The people around them were all celebrities; the originally smiling, harmonious atmosphere instantly changed, and no one dared laugh.

(End of chapter)