Chapter 92: Why be shy? I won

Su Ruoyun lifted her eyelid, gave Huo Jingcheng a tentative glance, her gaze fixed on his face for a few seconds; seeing his calm, unruffled expression, her slender fingers unconsciously curled slightly in the air.

Her eyes examined him, circling back and forth, a faintly angry corner of her mouth, she hesitantly asked Huo Jingcheng, "What private words?"

Hearing that, Huo Jingcheng raised an eyebrow, slowly lowered his head, inch by inch closing the distance between them; his dark pupils reflected the girl's beautiful almond eyes, and the broad hallway light was blocked by him.

Su Ruoyun stared as his face nearly pressed against hers; before she could step back, Huo Jingcheng changed direction, his sensual thin lips lightly brushed her earlobe, a deliberately lowered voice fell at her ear, laced with a hint of seduction and ambiguity: "These are very private words, only for you to hear."

A warm breath wafted in the proximity, brushing her snow‑white side neck, tickling, making her shiver with a pleasant itch.

Su Ruoyun couldn't help turning her head; the arm that had been suspended in mid‑air slowly withdrew, naturally hanging at her side. Though she didn't say it aloud, it was already a silent acquiescence.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng stretched his long arm, smoothly closing the door behind him; with a soft "Pat," the door latch clicked shut.

He stepped past her straight into the room, chose the sofa by the window and sat down, his two long legs, clad in western trousers, naturally crossed, his posture relaxed, as if the room were his own.

The gentle night and the bright moon outside the window framed him from behind, as if they had become merely a backdrop.

"……" Su Ruoyun.

She felt as if he had deceived her.

Su Ruoyun turned slowly, watching his familiar demeanor, pressed her lips together, and silently rolled a modestly sized white eye.

Huo Jingcheng took in the whole scene with his eyes.

He leaned over the table corner, lit a cigarette, glanced at her for a few seconds, lit another, casually tossed the lighter onto the coffee table, the slender cigarette held between his fingers, exhaling leisurely, Huo Jingcheng spoke softly: "Tonight at the restaurant, are you waiting for something?"

Without waiting for Su Ruoyun's reply, after a brief pause, he continued calmly, leaning back against the sofa's backrest, his gaze laden with meaning as he looked at her, "Or… let me be more specific,"

"Are you anticipating something?" he asked in a low, husky tone, the ending slightly rising.

"……" Su Ruoyun.

Su Ruoyun felt a sudden surge of anger, clenching her teeth; on one hand because Huo Jingcheng had pierced her thoughts, on the other because his expression seemed slightly smug.

She bit her lip, its color turning faintly pale, and blurted out, "Stop guessing my thoughts there."

Huo Jingcheng arched an eyebrow, tugged his thin lips, his tone tinged with a vague teasing, "Not expecting anything? Then why did you let me in?"

Hearing him say that, Su Ruoyun froze on the spot, a "Boom" erupting, her mind exploding like a pot, a blank space; she grew angry, her chest subtly rising.

"Then get out right now!"

Saying that, Su Ruoyun stepped forward a few paces, grabbed Huo Jingcheng's arm, trying to pull him up, but he sat firmly, unmoving.

Seeing his unflinching demeanor, Su Ruoyun paused half a second, fuming, grabbed a cushion from the sofa and hurled it at him, "Are you sick? Narcissistic and arrogant—who's expecting…?"

The pillow flew straight at Huo Jingcheng's face; she moved too fast for him to react, his handsome face took several solid blows, and he hurriedly turned his head, clumsily dodging.

Su Ruoyun went all out; the goose‑down from the cushion fluttered out, the snow‑white down spiraled and drifted in the air, inevitably coating both of them, leaving a lot behind.

After smashing one and still not stopping, she grabbed another cushion and kept hurling; soon, the area around the sofa was filled with goose‑down, like a white snowfall, a thick layer covering the floor, the room a mess as if a world war had just raged.

Huo Jingcheng furrowed his brow; when Su Ruoyun again swung a pillow at his face, he reached out and seized her wrist.

At the same time, his other hand slipped around her waist, pulling her toward him; with a slight effort, a swift turn pinned Su Ruoyun onto the sofa.

On the pristine goose‑down lay the girl's delicate face and jet‑black hair; Huo Jingcheng stared at her, his tone tinged with helplessness and mockery: "What, really planning to beat me to death?"

Su Ruoyun kicked like a kitten, but couldn't shake the man off; instead, he easily restrained her legs.

"Let go of me, you pervert!"

His large hand, with distinct knuckles, braced the sofa armrest, his body hovering above Su Ruoyun; leaning down, his eyes half‑smiling, half‑serious, he stared at her: "Why be shy? I won't make fun of you."

"Who's shy?! Stop being self‑indulgent!"

"Shameless, always lying, who's expecting, who wants to hear your private words? Keep that routine to deceive others…"

Su Ruoyun's words poured out one after another, and Huo Jingcheng didn't stop her, just kept his head lowered, watching her.

After speaking for a few minutes, her throat felt dry enough to smoke, her mouth parched, so she stopped, unconsciously licking her dry lips.

What caught her eye was a small, timid tongue.

Huo Jingcheng's gaze suddenly darkened, a flash of dangerous edge in his eyes; he lifted his hand, gripping Su Ruoyun's chin with an unyielding force, and before she could react, he lowered his head and kissed her without hesitation.

It was called a kiss, but more accurately a bite.

"Mmm—"

In the fierce mouth clash, their noses collided abruptly; pain surged from the tip of the nose, Su Ruoyun's nose reddened with a sour sting, a few physiological tears clung to her curled lashes, clear and translucent, sliding from the corners of her eyes.

Regaining consciousness from the pain, she jerked her hand up, her hand like a piece of iron clamping his face, fingers gripping his jaw; the back of her hand showed faint tendons, trying to force him to release.

Huo Jingcheng didn't hesitate; he opened his mouth and bit down.

At the hollow of her palm, a clear bite mark with his tooth imprint appeared instantly, the edges neatly indented, the skin tinged with a faint red.

Familiar motions, familiar scenes flashed through both minds like a revolving lantern.

The night deepened, the ornate lights rose, a hazy glow illuminated the small space.

Lick, bite, tear.

The fresh scent of mint mingled with a faint tobacco aroma.

The air was suffused with sweltering heat.

Su Ruoyun widened her eyes, her gaze full of disbelief.

Is it him?

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