First, then, love.

"Shu Yao, I'm not a saint. If you touch me again, you'll face the consequences."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a clear warning and threat.

After saying that, He Zheng suddenly released her wrist.

He sat up straight, widened the distance between them, tugged at his collar, and exhaled a long, hot breath.

The oppressive feeling in the carriage suddenly lessened.

Shu Yao was like a fish out of water, finally able to breathe oxygen again.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.

The scalding heat of his palm still lingered on his wrist, and a ring of red finger marks was left on his fair skin, showing how much force he had used to restrain himself.

He Zheng didn't look at her again.

He shifted gears again, released the handbrake, and stepped on the gas.

"boom--"

The black SUV, like a raging wild beast, plunged back into the traffic on the main road.

The car was going very fast, twice as fast as usual.

The streetlights outside the window cast shadows that flashed across the car window like yellow ribbons.

Shu Yao nestled in the spacious leather seat in the passenger seat.

The alcohol was really taking effect by now.

My head felt like it was filled with a jumble of thoughts, I was dizzy, and my stomach was churning.

She closed her eyes and rested her head against the car window, trying to use the coolness of the glass to relieve the heat on her face.

His mind was filled with the image of his primal desires and the hard, throbbing sensation against his thigh.

This man is like a live volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

Speechless all the way.

Twenty minutes later, the car drove into the underground parking garage.

With a sharp turn, it came to a smooth stop in its designated parking space.

Turn off the engine and remove the key.

He Zheng pushed open the car door and got out, walked around the front of the car, and opened the passenger door.

The wind in the underground parking garage was cold, carrying a damp, gloomy atmosphere.

Shu Yao shuddered and opened her eyes.

He Zheng stood outside the car door, his tall figure blocking the harsh white fluorescent light overhead.

"Get out of the car." He said coldly, his tone harsh.

Shu Yao didn't move.

She kicked off her high heels, revealing her fair, delicate feet on the floor mats, her toes curling slightly from the cold.

The black velvet dress was rolled up to the upper thigh, revealing a large section of long, straight legs.

"I can't walk without shoes."

Fueled by alcohol, she started to act spoiled, her voice soft and sweet, with a thick nasal tone, like a spoiled cat.

He Zheng's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

He glanced at the two stiletto heels she had kicked into the corner, then at her bare feet.

The tip of my tongue pressed hard against my back molars.

No nonsense.

He bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other hand around her back, and pulled her out of the car.

The movement was fierce, but at the moment of leaving the ground, he steadily stopped the force so as not to hurt her.

Shu Yao was startled when her feet dangled in the air.

Her body instinctively shrank into his arms, her hands naturally climbing up his broad shoulders and tightly hugging his neck.

With a "bang," He Zheng lifted his leg and slammed the car door shut.

He picked her up and strode toward the elevator.

Weighing less than 100 pounds, in He Zheng's hands, it was as light as a weightless rag doll.

He walked steadily, his steps light and breezy.

Shu Yao leaned against his hard chest, her ear pressed against his black combat uniform.

My nose was filled with his scent; my hormones were surging.

She looked up at his jawbone.

"He Zheng," she whispered in his ear.

The hot breath hit his ears, and He Zheng paused, his neck muscles tensing instantly.

"Shut up," he warned coldly.

The elevator doors opened.

The two entered the elevator.

Bright lights, and mirrors on all sides.

Shu Yao saw how the two of them looked in the mirror.

He was dressed in all black, his face was menacing, and his brows were furrowed.

She was wearing a backless dress, her hair was messy, and her cheeks were flushed; she clung to him like an octopus.

This scene looks exactly like a ruthless bandit abducting a woman.

"Put me down." Shu Yao suddenly twisted her body.

"Don't move." He Zheng tightened his arms, locking her firmly in his embrace like an iron hoop. "Move again and I'll throw you out."

"bite."

We've arrived at the 22nd floor.

He Zheng carried her out of the elevator and unlocked the door with his fingerprint.

Change your shoes and go inside.

He walked straight to the living room and unceremoniously threw Shu Yao onto the large black leather sofa.

The sofa was very soft; Shu Yao bounced on it a couple of times and then sank into it.

"Stay put."

He Zheng left those words behind and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

He was furious; the lust within him was being stirred up by her, and he couldn't control it at all.

I need to find something to do to distract myself.

The open kitchen is lit by a warm yellow ceiling light.

He Zheng stood in front of the island platform.

He first took off his heavy black tactical vest and casually draped it over the bar stool.

She was only wearing a tight-fitting black short-sleeved shirt underneath.

The fabric clung tightly to his body, outlining his broad shoulders, the inverted triangle shape of his back, and his strong latissimus dorsi muscles that rose and fell with his breath.

He opened the refrigerator door and rummaged through it for a while.

Take out a piece of ginger.

I walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and roughly washed off the dirt.

He picked up the cutting board and the kitchen knife.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The sound of chopping vegetables is dull and powerful.

His knife skills were still rough; he cut the ginger into pieces that looked like stones, devoid of any aesthetic appeal.

After chopping, throw it into the small saucepan next to you, add water, and turn on the heat.

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go, without the slightest hesitation.

on the sofa.

Shu Yao lay there for five minutes and felt extremely dizzy.

She struggled to sit up, shook her heavy head, and stepped barefoot onto the soft cashmere carpet.

The living room was quiet, except for the gurgling sound of water boiling in the kitchen.

She stood up unsteadily and followed the sound toward the kitchen.

It stopped by the kitchen door frame.

Shu Yao leaned against the door frame, her hazy, drunken eyes half-open, looking at the person inside.

He Zheng had his back to her.

Its tall body occupied most of the small kitchen space.

He lowered his head slightly, holding a long-handled ladle in his hand, stirring the boiling ginger soup in the pot.

There was a jar of honey next to him. He scooped out a large spoonful and clumsily mixed it in.

The warm light overhead shone on his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Shu Yao's heart suddenly felt like it had been squeezed hard by something.

It felt sour and bloated, and soft and limp.

She was pampered since childhood, and Gu Jinzhi was good to her, but that kindness was superficial, just sweet talk and empty gestures like giving her a bag or buying her flowers.

He Zheng's goodness lies in his actions in the details of daily life.

He tolerated her temper and endured her unreasonable behavior.

Even at this moment, he suppressed his physical instincts aroused by her and ran over to cook her a hangover soup.

This rough man gave her all his most tender patience.

Alcohol numbed Shu Yao's reason and amplified her most primal emotions.

She sniffed, and her eyes inexplicably felt hot.

Suddenly she stood up straight, barefoot, and stepped onto the cold marble floor tiles, walking step by step behind him.

Then, she stretched out her slender arms and wrapped them around the man's strong, lean waist from behind.

Her face pressed against his broad, hard back without reservation.