Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

The man stopped in his tracks upon hearing this.

Xu Qingcheng jumped off his back and ran towards the emergency exit without even looking at him.

She had just taken a step when he grabbed her arm.

The man pulled her into his arms, a sly smile on his face. "Are you worried about me?"

"Who cares about you?" Xu Qingcheng glared at him, unwilling to admit that she was indeed a little...

When her gaze met his smiling eyes, Xu Qingcheng immediately looked away. He looked at her as if he could see right through her.

She bit her lip, her mind in turmoil. She nudged him, "Are you coming or not? I'm going to take the elevator."

Fu Jingting chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around her. "Really not angry anymore?"

Xu Qingcheng didn't reply to him; she had already told him that.

The woman's face was as radiant as the morning glow, bright and alluring. No matter when, her attraction to him was like the two poles of a magnet; once he got close, he would be tightly drawn to her.

The man leaned down slightly. "Hmm?"

He waited for her reply, and a single "hmm" escalated the ambiguity.

How could he... be like this...?

Xu Qingcheng turned her face away from him, biting her lip gently, refusing to say anything.

Unfortunately, the man seemed determined to hear her story again and wouldn't let her go. When she ignored him, he even tickled her.

Xu Qingcheng was both shocked and stunned. She really... had never met a man like this before, with a face as thick as a city wall and shamelessness that he treated like water.

"You!" Xu Qingcheng grabbed his hand to stop him from causing trouble, her face flushed, filled with resentment and anger. "I already said I'm not angry, and you still ask? Are you deaf?"

Despite her teasing, the man showed no discomfort; in fact, his smile grew even more blatant.

"I kissed you, and you're not angry anymore?" Fu Jingting reached out and hooked her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You can kiss me whenever you want?"

Xu Qingcheng's face flushed red, and she stomped her foot angrily, "Fu Jingting, don't push your luck!"

She shook him off and walked out. The man followed behind, put his hand on her shoulder, and pressed down on her like a limp rag doll, putting most of his weight on her.

"Can't you even walk?" Xu Qingcheng nudged him a few times, trying to get him to stand up straight. "Can't you stand properly? Don't you have any bones?"

"My legs are so weak from climbing all these stairs, let me lean on you."

After he said that, Xu Qingcheng had no way to refute it.

He carried her up more than ten floors.

but……

That's not right. She didn't make him carry her or climb the stairs. He did it on his own, and now he's using weak legs as an excuse.

Before Xu Qingcheng could react, the elevator doors opened, and he pulled her inside. "Let's go."

There were people in the elevator, unfamiliar neighbors, who were considerably older than them.

Xu Qingcheng shook off his arm and tried to move away from him, but before she could take a step, he pulled her back.

She didn't want to argue in front of outsiders and become a laughingstock, but her eyes were truly blazing with anger.

Fu Jingting touched his nose and let go of his hand.

Xu Qingcheng immediately moved to the other side, creating distance between them.

The male neighbor who was riding the elevator with Fu Jingting smiled and said, "Did you make your wife angry? You'd better make her happy."

Fu Jingting chuckled softly, "Yes."

"What do you mean 'what ...'? Who's your wife?'" Xu Qingcheng retorted, her face turning red.

The neighbor didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a quarrel between the young couple. He got off the elevator before them, and before leaving, he patted Fu Jingting on the shoulder to encourage him, "Brother, your wife is always right."

"Yes, she's always right. I'm always the one who's wrong."

Did those two think she was dead?!

Making fun of her to her face?

Xu Qingcheng was so angry that her soul left her body.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, leaving only the two of them, Xu Qingcheng was furious. "Who's your wife? Don't you know how to explain and clarify?"

"Why should I explain?" Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow. "I wish everyone knew."

"You're really shameless." Xu Qingcheng glared at him coldly. "I have no liking for someone like you. Don't waste your time and energy."

"Impossible," he said firmly. "You can only like me."

Xu Qingcheng was speechless. They were talking at cross purposes, completely on different wavelengths.

The elevator stopped at the top floor. Xu Qingcheng went out, and he followed.

She opened the door, and seeing him about to step in, Xu Qingcheng quickly stopped him, "I'm home, you can go now."

I'm thirsty. I'll just have some water and then I'll leave.

Xu Qingcheng really wanted to slam the door shut, but he stood there, staring straight at her, asking for a glass of water...

I feel a little sorry for them...

Her heart softened, and she let go of her arm that was resting on the door.

The man successfully entered the room, a faint smile of triumph playing on his lips.

Xu Qingcheng poured him some water, saying, "Hurry up and drink it, then you can leave."

Fu Jingting remained silent and followed behind her.

Xu Qingcheng took the water and turned to hand it to him, but she never expected that he would follow her so closely. She bumped into him, spilling all the water from the cup onto him.

"Ah...you!"

Xu Qingcheng was stunned; this was completely unexpected.

She reached out and tugged at his shirt, watching the water stains soak through his clothes. "Why are you following me? I... I'm going to get a towel."

She rushed to the restroom.

Fu Jingting looked down at his soaked shirt, his eyebrows slightly raised. "Good job splashing this water."

Xu Qingcheng took out a towel. "Hurry up and wipe yourself."

She rushed to his side in a flurry, shoving a towel at him, and the man turned to the side.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly lost her speech.

His shirt was unbuttoned, and the hem was pulled out of his belt, leaving his chest almost completely exposed in front of her.

She should have been embarrassed, she should have quickly looked away, but instead she lost all composure and stared at his chest.

The scar on the man's chest was shocking; looking at it, she felt as if her heart had been stabbed.

pain.

My nose felt sore, and I inexplicably had the urge to cry.

"Does it... hurt?"

She asked hesitantly.

"It doesn't hurt. It just looks scary." He replied casually, took the towel from her hand, wiped the water stains on his chest, and handed it back to her.

Xu Qingcheng belatedly looked away, her ears turning red. "I don't have any clothes for you here."

"Let it air dry for a while, it'll be dry soon." He simply took off his shirt, leaving his upper body bare.

He handed her the wet shirt. "Would you like me to hang it up?"

Xu Qingcheng didn't dare to lift his eyes. He had a great physique, with clearly defined chest and abdominal muscles. Perhaps he was too confident in himself, so he didn't shy away from showing it at all.

She had nowhere to look.

Xu Qingcheng sensed something was wrong. How could she have let him in, especially with just the two of them, and him walking around shirtless right under her nose? Something just didn't feel right.

But, that's how it turned out.

Xu Qingcheng took his shirt and took it to the balcony to air it out. She hung it up on a clothes hanger. The shirt had his scent on it, just like the cool scent of the pine and cypress trees in her dream.

She bit her lip lightly. She knew it wasn't a dream; it was him, him kissing her...

Xu Qingcheng covered her face with her hands, took a few deep breaths, and quickly tried to hang up her clothes.

The man took the clothes hanger from her hand and hung it up easily. He stood behind her, his breath hot, almost burning her face.

Xu Qingcheng turned to go inside, but he stood behind her, blocking her way.

Xu Qingcheng didn't even look up. "I'll go see if there are any clothes you can wear."

"Didn't you say you didn't?"

"Let's look for it."

He grunted in agreement, but did not give way.

Xu Qingcheng tried to walk past him, but he blocked her way with his outstretched arms.

He moved closer to her, and Xu Qingcheng instinctively backed away until he forced her against the wall, where she could no longer move.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. She placed her hand on his chest and asked, "What are you doing?"

Her palm pressed against the skin of his chest, the heat scorching her palm. Xu Qingcheng wanted to pull away, but he was too close.

"Why are your ears red?" He moved closer to her, his voice laced with laughter, as if he were teasing an innocent little rabbit.

He even pinched her earlobe with his fingers.

Xu Qingcheng pressed her back tightly against the wall, feeling an electric shock spread from her earlobes, and her throat felt blocked, preventing her from making a sound.

Her innocent and pure appearance is captivating.

When he met her, she had something to ask of him, and she had armed herself as if she were a seasoned veteran. Her shyness was hidden behind her skin and bones, and was not easily seen.

Fu Jingting's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his heart filled with countless emotions, yet he was completely captivated by her.

He cupped her cheek in his palm, gently lifting her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him.

"I want to kiss you." The words were direct, passionate, and burning. As soon as the words fell, he was extremely close, almost touching her lips.

"Does Miss Xu agree?"

He even very gentlemanly asked for my opinion.

Xu Qingcheng's entire face burned. She had nowhere to retreat; her back was already pressed tightly against the wall, leaving no room for anything else. She tried to step back by touching the ground with her toes, her flushed face resembling Eve's fruit.

"No……"

Something was stuck in her throat, something she couldn't say or swallow, making it hard for her to breathe. Her words of refusal came out weak and feeble, carrying a hint of coy reluctance.

Moreover, when she opened her mouth, it seemed like her lips touched his.

She was too frightened to move, but he deliberately pressed down, his lips brushing against hers, full of temptation yet feigning restraint, "You say stop, and I'll stop."

Well……

This man is really wicked.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly and aggressively pried open her lips and tongue, and in the ensuing entanglement of their lips and tongues, she almost completely succumbed to him.

Her body was nestled in his embrace, with a cold wall behind her and a burning chest in front of her. She couldn't escape; she could only move under his control.

As their bodies rubbed together, their breathing became heavy.

The woman's gasp escaped between their intertwined lips.

Her eyes were burning, and she put her arm around his shoulder, unsure whether to climb on him or push him away.

No man had ever done anything like this, anything like this, that had utterly defeated her.

He was a particularly contradictory figure to her.

People who should be strangers somehow feel familiar.

It's said that women don't love men who aren't a little bad, but a man like him, whose very nature exudes charm, has countless women falling for him. He has the right to be a womanizer.

She has a very simple view on relationships; this kind of man is definitely someone she'll pass on.

It's best to stay away from playboys like him.

But for some reason, she found herself feeling her heart flutter.

That was absolutely wrong.

The man's lips and tongue roamed along her jawline, lingering on her neck.

She vaguely told herself that he couldn't do it.

No, refuse immediately and push him away.

But she went limp, her head was forced to tilt back, and her voice of refusal drifted in the air, shattered, and dissipated, unnoticed by anyone.