Be Good, Let Me Kiss You One More Time - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: His Palm Was Scorching, and It Burned Her

The moment the water poured down, the sleeping man abruptly snapped his eyes open.

He reacted with lightning speed, catching Lu Miao’s wrist, but he didn’t control his strength well. Lu Miao let out a cry of pain, and Fu Shiyue immediately let go—causing the water to pour with a splash right onto his trousers.

In an instant, the air became eerily quiet.

He turned his head, slowly looking at the perpetrator.

When Lu Miao met his gaze, her heart trembled, but she spoke righteously, “Sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Fu Shiyue’s eyes were dark and deep. He stared at Lu Miao for a moment, sat up from the sofa, pulled out two tissues, and lowered his head to wipe himself.

Lu Miao couldn’t help but bite her lip.

He had clearly seen through her little scheme, yet he wasn’t angry at all?

She was starting to find this man impossible to read.

“I don’t have clothes at home for you to change into. If you’re uncomfortable, just go back. It’s so late anyway, I won’t be going out.”

Lu Miao had poured ice water; it had already soaked through Fu Shiyue’s dress pants, clinging to him there. It was icy cold and quite a shock.

Fu Shiyue took a deep breath, his voice becoming somewhat husky. “No need.”

Lu Miao thought the man was finally going to leave and was about to put down her glass and return to her room.

Hearing him say “no need,” her footsteps paused. She turned back in surprise. “You’re wet like that, and you won’t go back to change?”

“No need,” the man insisted.

Lu Miao didn’t even know what to say. To stay here and watch her, he could even endure this.

She gritted her teeth. “Are you a Ninja Turtle? It’s like this already; don’t tell me you’re not uncomfortable?”

The young girl’s mind was shallow; everything was written on her face.

The man tightened his jaw, his voice cold. “Knowing I’d be uncomfortable, you still poured it?”

Since she had been exposed, Lu Miao didn’t bother hiding it anymore. “I want you to leave. You’re not allowed to be in my house.”

Fu Shiyue’s eyes remained devoid of emotion. “Then keep thinking that. I will fulfill my duty.”

Lu Miao stopped talking and instinctively glanced toward his lap.

The fabric in that area was exceptionally dark and dripping wet, harboring an unknown danger.

“What are you looking at?” the deep voice suddenly rang out.

Her face flushed. “Nothing!”

Lu Miao sat down in frustration.

She turned on the television, picked up a bag of potato chips, ripped it open, and began surfing through channels.

She intentionally turned the volume up very loud.

Fu Shiyue suppressed the burgeoning restlessness within his body, tensed his abdomen, and sat in the shadows, his hot breath visible as he stared at the girl beside him.

Lu Miao was wearing a camisole and ultra-short shorts. Her hair was tied high in a bun, revealing a slender and graceful neck.

The eighteen-year-old girl was already well-developed. The light in the room was dim, and the weak glow from the TV traced her curves, outlining a rounded, full silhouette; her skin looked soft and smooth.

In the stillness of the late night, every part of her seemed to exude an enticing sweet fragrance.

Lu Miao felt the man’s gaze and her chewing stopped. “What?”

“Go back to your room and sleep,” Fu Shiyue’s voice was tight and raspy, leaking his endurance.

Lu Miao looked at him in surprise and noticed his eyes were bloodshot.

“I can’t sleep.”

She sucked on her fingers with an air of indifference. “Whenever I have insomnia, I like to watch variety shows to relieve stress. If you think I’m too noisy, then leave.”

Fu Shiyue endured for a moment, then suddenly reached out, caught her wrist, and pulled it forcefully toward him.

Lu Miao was startled. “What are you doing?”

Fu Shiyue held her “paw,” took out a wet wipe, and lectured her while wiping her hand, “Don’t lick your fingers after eating.”

Lu Miao had some bad habits. Usually, Lu Yan couldn’t stand them and would scold her or confiscate her snacks.

He would never wipe her hands for her, let alone teach her so meticulously.

“It’s not like I’m giving it to you to eat. What can’t you stand?” Lu Miao’s tone was sharp as she tried to pull her hand away.

Fu Shiyue’s grip tightened. “Don’t move, or I’ll end up hurting you.”

Lu Miao was unhappy. “Why do you have to be like this…”

He gave her a stern look, and she instantly didn’t dare speak. He pulled her hand back and continued wiping.

“Only children lick their fingers when eating.”

He reprimanded her earnestly, “It’s even less necessary to do it just to annoy me. Be careful or you’ll get a stomachache.”

Lu Miao froze. Having her trick seen through, she lowered her head in frustration like a child who had done something wrong, obediently watching him wipe her hand.

Her gaze couldn’t help but fall on the man’s hand.

His fingers were long, and the veins on the back of his hand were prominent, giving a sense of great power. He wore a dark green wristwatch; the brand wasn’t obvious, but it felt low-key yet expensive.

If he weren’t so annoying, she would admit his hands were very attractive—very sensual.

Once the word sensual appeared in Lu Miao’s mind, her heart fluttered slightly.

Fu Shiyue carefully wiped each of her fingers. The young girl’s hands were delicate and tender, with nude nail polish; it was obvious she had never suffered a day in her life.

In contrast, Fu Shiyue’s hands were dry and hard. Because he had held guns for years, he had developed a thick layer of callouses.

His movements were exceptionally gentle. After wiping them clean, he placed Lu Miao’s small hand in his palm to check if it was truly clean.

Lu Miao’s cheeks turned inexplicably hot, and she hurriedly pulled her hand back. “It… it’s fine.”

She turned her head away in embarrassment and went back to pretending to watch TV.

Fu Shiyue looked at her, his throat a bit dry. “It’s very late. You should go to sleep.”

“I won’t—”

Without giving her a chance to resist, Fu Shiyue’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He grabbed her arm and quickly pulled her up.

Lu Miao panicked. “Hey, what are you doing?”

The man only pulled her to her bedroom door before stopping. He pushed her toward the room, his voice cold and hard. “Go inside and sleep.”

Lu Miao glared at him, puffing out her cheeks. “I told you, I can’t sleep.”

He looked down at his watch and adjusted his breathing. “It’s two o’clock. No school tomorrow?”

“No classes tomorrow morning.”

“Then you should still sleep.”

“You won’t let me go out, and you want to control even this?” Lu Miao was very displeased.

Seeing the man remain silent, she pushed past him to head back to the living room, only to be grabbed by the man and pinned against the door frame.

Lu Miao tried to struggle, but her shoulder was held by the man’s large hand, pinning her firmly against the wood.

She was hurt and frowned. “Let go of me.”

Fu Shiyue’s fingers loosened slightly, but he still stayed pressed against her, his gaze dark. “I won’t let you go out, so you’re going to keep making a scene with me?”

He studied Lu Miao’s pure face, his throat feeling as if a ball of fire were stuck in it. “Do you know what those men with ill intentions would do to you if you went to a bar?”

Lu Miao thought about his words. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his veined hands and realized he was holding back.

She tilted her head up and looked straight at him. “I think you’re the one with ill intentions toward me.”

“…” Fu Shiyue’s pupils contracted; he was caught off guard.

His gaze inadvertently slid from the top of the girl’s head toward the large bed in the bedroom—it was stark white, looking pure and soft under the light, making one reluctant to disturb it.

He withdrew his gaze, his face regaining its composure. “You’re too young. I don’t touch little girls like you.”

“Tch, who knows what you’re thinking in your head.” Lu Miao pushed his hand away and prepared to enter the room.

But the man blocked her with his body, and her entire face crashed into his chest.

She practically buried her face in his chest, smelling the cold, thick scent of ebony on him. Her face flushed with shame, and she backed away in annoyance. “You… what are you doing?”

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