Chapter 322: Volume 1, Chapter 322: Prison (7)

Fu Shao Huai met her clear, pure eyes, without a hint of seduction, yet it made him savor the taste, willingly sinking into decadence.

He could no longer restrain himself, he seized her delicate white jaw and kissed her.

Clearly sensing her nervousness and helplessness, the fingers resting on the bed's edge unconsciously tightened; he tightly closed his eyes and accepted this kiss.

Fu Shao Huai suppressed the urge to deepen the kiss, stopping after a light taste; the rough pad of his finger, thick with calluses from holding a gun, gently stroked her lips, feeling their softness and warmth.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his dark eyes half-light, half-dark, hiding a desire that made one's heart race, as well as a tenderness that rarely appeared.

"I still have official duties; I'll return very late. Watch your reading and mind the time."

Jiang Zhi vaguely hummed, sat dazedly on the bed's edge, watching his silhouette disappear at the door.

"I'm not used to such pure kisses." She licked her lips and said to 777,

777 cleared his throat to remind: "Host, Love Points have exceeded 90."

When the villain kissed her lips, Love Points broke through, reaching the stage of love.

Jiang Zhi: "I know."

The night was thick and gloomy.

The outdoor streetlight's light shone on the century-old tree in the courtyard, clearly casting a shimmering shadow that lay on the interior wall.

The girl asleep on the bed suddenly woke, panting, she pushed herself up and pressed her chest to calm her nervous panic.

Inside the house it was silent, except for the sound of the cold wind outside rustling the leaves; there was no other sound.

She glanced at the spot beside her; it was empty, she probed and felt only cold.

The clock on the wall pointed to 2 a. m., but Fu Shao Huai still hadn't returned to sleep.

She lifted the covers, slipped on her slippers, and walked out of the bedroom step by step.

The light in the hallway emitted an orange-yellow hue, warmly spilling onto the carpet that extended all the way to the top; she went downstairs and arrived at the second-floor study.

The study's door was ajar; she carefully pushed it open, and in the weak light saw a man side-lying on the sofa, asleep. He hadn't changed out of his outer clothes; these days he had been busy, spending most of his time working in the study, yet he always accompanied her for meals.

He had stayed up three consecutive nights; although the war had recently ceased, turmoil erupted among the nation's top officials, the acting president's health deteriorated day by day though he had not yet passed, and those high officials were already scheming for the next presidency.

As Supreme Commander, Fu Shao Huai controlled all military authority; the president entrusted many military affairs to him. The high officials feared him, yet wanted even more to topple him—if Fu Shao Huai were to assume the presidency, it would be a bloody storm.

These days, Fu Shao Huai not only had to complete the military duties assigned by the president, but also cope with the covert and open struggles.

Jiang Zhi walked over lightly, stopping in front of the sofa.

The desk lamp cast a dim yellow light, barely illuminating his features—he was extraordinarily handsome like a deity, with a faint glow shimmering beneath. Though the sofa was relatively spacious for her, it could hardly accommodate his tall, upright frame.

Even asleep, he could not conceal his deep, awe-inspiring aura.

Jiang Zhi stared for a moment, then involuntarily extended a fingertip to rest on his sharp, cold brow.

It felt as if she were touching the solid bone beneath his skin, very sturdy.

Before she could retract her finger, a flash—Fu Shao Huai, already awake, pounced on her like a beast lying in wait, pressing her onto the sofa.

His body blocked the light, leaving only a dark shadow that enveloped her; Jiang Zhi couldn't see his expression, she stared for a few seconds, then relaxed and whispered:

"Fu Ye."

Fu Shao Huai brushed aside the strand of black hair shielding her cheek, his fingertip finally pausing on her pink-tinged earlobe.

"What do you come to me for?"

His voice was deep, heavy with the huskiness of just waking.

Jiang Zhi said: "It's very late; I want to call you back to sleep."

Fu Shao Huai's extremely sexy throat bobbed as he deeply inhaled her faint scent; the tightness and hostility in his forehead eased considerably.

The girl wore only a thin nightgown; looking down, one could faintly see her graceful, well-proportioned body, youthful yet with a hint of childishness.

He wanted to press her onto the expensive leather sofa, listening to her broken, enticing sobs, gripping her slender waist, and bury himself into her body.

But her body could not withstand such stimulation.

Fu Shao Huai was willing to restrain his desire, and did not want to see her faint again before his eyes.

Wait a little longer.

Wait until she finishes her heart transplant surgery; by then, she will still be his.

"You go first." He withdrew from her, his eyes red, his brows sunk as if they could wring out ink, and he said coldly.

Jiang Zhi sat up, tidied the sleepwear he had messed up, smoothed the hem, let her long hair fall down her waist, and said: "Mm."

She said nothing more, rose, and left the study.

In the empty, quiet study, only the man remained; his arm rested on the sofa's edge, he lightly sniffed the lingering scent of the girl on it, which seeped into his lungs and lingered.

——

Dawn.

The manor's steward early on made arrangements, summoning several famous tailors, selecting ten outfits to prepare for her attendance tonight at Grandmother Qiao Yu's birthday banquet.

Jiang Zhi was physically weak; trying on so many at once would be difficult, so she picked her two favorites to try on.

Fu Fu had a dedicated changing room; she tried the first outfit, but still preferred the second.

It was a cloud‑blue printed cheongsam, the latest style, that splendidly showed her figure, outlining graceful, elegant curves; her waist was slim and willow‑like, specially tailored so the slit that would expose the thigh was moved down to the lower calf, revealing snow‑white straight calves and beautiful ankles.

She walked to the full‑length mirror to have a look; just as she was about to turn around to see her back, a figure suddenly appeared behind her—a man in a crisp, imposing uniform, his boots still speckled with unmelted snow, he walked over wearied from travel, his stern face reflected in the mirror.

Jiang Zhi saw his attire and was somewhat surprised.

Since arriving at Fu Fu, she had never seen him in military uniform; she only knew his rank was high, that he was a Marshal.

While she was observing him, he too was examining her closely.

The girl's cheongsam fit her perfectly, as if tailor‑made; the collar had not yet been fastened, revealing two clear collarbones, her delicate skin like fragrant snow gave off a faint pink hue in the air.

Yet she was unaware, lifting her clear eyes to look back at him: "Fu Ye."

Fu Shao Huai grabbed her and dragged her into the cramped, dim changing room, pressing her against the wall, supporting the back of her head, kissing her soft lips; the hot breath rose steadily inside, his grip light yet filled with possessive desire.

The man didn't kiss; his tongue pressed into Jiang Zhi's sweet soft mouth, urgently licking and kissing.

Jiang Zhi wanted to push him away, she pushed several times, but couldn't push him away.

Fu Shao Huai was overwhelmed by this kiss, his soul trembled violently, anxiously and intensely chasing her pink tongue to suck and lick.