Chapter 88

Su Ruoyun only felt a heavy hammer smashing her brain, making a "boom" sound. Her fair cheeks turned red abruptly, very hot, even her ears, "You... what nonsense are you talking about."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pushed Huo Jingcheng's shoulder hard, struggling, wanting to get down from his lap, but...

Because she was too panicked, she didn't grasp the direction for a moment, and her palm slapped his neck. Fortunately, Su Ruoyun didn't use much force, just slapped it lightly.

But when the crisp "pop" sound spread in the room, she was still stunned for a moment, looking down at her reddened palm, blinking, a bit stunned and confused.

This action seemed to echo the sentence Huo Jingcheng just said—as if she was only so arrogant in front of him.

Su Ruoyun subconsciously lifted her eyelids, glancing at Huo Jingcheng timidly, meeting his eyes. His deep eyes were like a deep pool, staring at her with interest, as if saying "See?"

She was startled by her own thoughts, swallowed, and lowered her eyes involuntarily.

Long eyelashes left a dense shadow on her eyelids, trembling like butterfly wings. Her heartbeat was very, very fast, and she could only hear the deafening heartbeat in her ears.

Outside the window was the night in Shencheng, the lights dim, outlining the unique prosperity and noise of the big city.

Bearing the force of her slap, Huo Jingcheng leaned back, tilted his head slightly, the moonlight shining in illuminating his well-defined jawline. His elbows rested casually on the sofa armrest, but the large hand wrapped around her waist didn't mean to let go at all, pressing her tailbone with ease.

Unlike Su Ruoyun's at a loss, his expression was calm and composed, the corners of his mouth lazily hooked into a curve, a half-smiling certainty, as if he could control everything in the world at his fingertips.

"Still saying you're not fearless?"

The man's voice was lazy, carrying a bit of careless teasing.

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun widened her eyes, her neck stiff, even her ears stained with a flush, but she still stubbornly said: "No!"

Unjustified but strong, that's probably her.

"Okay, no." Huo Jingcheng changed his words readily, without hesitation.

The indulgent words were even more revealing.

Huo Jingcheng said, stretching out his long arms, his large hand clasping the back of her head, and with a little force, he brought her toward him. The two leaned against each other tightly, their breaths brushing past her hair, carrying a different kind of ambiguity.

The action came unexpectedly, and darkness swallowed her vision abruptly.

Su Ruoyun buried herself in his solid chest, her voice muffled from his arms, muttering weakly: "What are you doing?"

Just as the words fell, her body stiffened, and she said angrily, "Are you a dog, in heat all day?"

The words echoed in the room.

"How do you know, you understand me so well?"

Huo Jingcheng consciously ignored the last four words, deliberately misinterpreting her meaning.

As he spoke, he pressed her waist, bent her lower legs, and in an instant, the sitting posture of the two turned upside down, becoming another way, Su Ruoyun sitting softly across his lap.

He seduced her step by step, his eyes carrying bewitchment, his voice deep and magnetic: "If someone else held you like this, could you accept it? Or is it that only if I hold you like this, it's okay?"

His question was too seductive, making people fall down step by step along the line he set.

Su Ruoyun pursed her lips, refusing to let go.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to support the back of her head, tilted his head slightly, his hot breath already spraying on her face, and lowered his head to kiss her.

The distance between the two narrowed inch by inch, and the ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air wantonly.

Huo Jingcheng deliberately slowed down his movements, leaving Su Ruoyun enough time to resist. Every action deliberately slowed down seemed to be infinitely elongated.

Instead, it made her more nervous and panicked, her eyelashes like frightened butterflies, flapping uneasily between her eyelids.

Just when the man's thin lips were about to touch her lips.

In a flash, the doorbell rang, breaking the upcoming ambiguity.

It was Huo Jingcheng who went to open the door.

When the man let go of her and walked to the door, Su Ruoyun fell onto the sofa alone, breathing a sigh of relief.

She turned her head, took the pure water placed on the coffee table, unscrewed the cap, and poured two mouthfuls into her mouth.

After the cold water went down her throat, Su Ruoyun gradually calmed down, soothing her rapid heartbeat.

The person ringing the doorbell was Huo Jingcheng's assistant, Lin Cheng, holding a designer bag in his hand. The moment he got the handbag from the police, he rushed back to the hotel.

He raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of his boss's cold and gloomy face. His heart skipped a beat, and he instantly realized that he was afraid he had ruined his boss's "good thing." The words that were originally on his lips were swallowed back, and he didn't dare to say another word.

Lin Cheng walked forward cautiously, handed over the designer bag respectfully, and then said goodbye to Huo Jingcheng in a hurry.

Huo Jingcheng's long fingers hooked the metal chain of the handbag, making a slight sound. He closed the door with his backhand and walked toward her step by step with a leisurely pace, "Take a look, is anything missing inside?"

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to take it, unzipped the small square bag, checked the items in the bag carefully, and only after confirming that nothing was lost did she zip it up.

She raised her eyes and met Huo Jingcheng's eyes. The two lines of sight met in mid-air. She pursed her lips. Being able to find this bag was largely due to Huo Jingcheng. Su Ruoyun wasn't the kind of person who "forgets favors," so she thanked him.

Only heard Huo Jingcheng say: "If you want to thank me, why not treat me to a meal?"

"..." Su Ruoyun.

She had never seen anyone who took the initiative to ask others to treat them to a meal.

But because the bag had just been found and she was still in Huo Jingcheng's room, she was really embarrassed to cross the river and tear down the bridge. After hesitating for a moment, in this slightly subtle atmosphere, she nodded inexplicably, counting as agreeing.

Huo Jingcheng immediately followed up: "When?"

Her eyes flickered, subconsciously avoiding his gaze, and she said softly: "Another day, when I'm free."

Another day means after ten thousand years.

Huo Jingcheng didn't let go, a hum of unknown meaning overflowing from his chest, mocking: "When is another day? Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after that... or tonight, now?"

His tone paused for a moment, then he lifted his eyelids and looked straight at her: "Are you inviting me to your room for dinner?"

Just now in the elevator, Su Ruoyun ordered takeout, and Huo Jingcheng saw it.