Chapter 23: Filling in the Blanks with Imagination

Nan Zhi clenched her hands tightly at her sides, barely restraining the urge to punch this man in the face. She gritted her teeth and asked bluntly, "What if I refuse to take them off?"

The man narrowed his deep, inky eyes. His long fingers gripped her chin, forcing her head up until her gaze met his. A wicked curve appeared at the corner of his lips. "I keep a few Tibetan mastiffs in my estate. Coincidentally, they haven't had dinner..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but Nan Zhi understood perfectly well.

If she didn't obey, he would throw her out to feed the mastiffs.

"Are you that desperate for a woman? You won't even let one off when she's on her period?"

Mu Sichan paused for a moment upon seeing the anger flashing in her clear, beautiful eyes. He released his hold on her chin, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think I want to sleep with you?"

His black eyes glinted with a chilling, predatory light, and his thin, handsome lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.

A shiver ran down her spine.

Nan Zhi trembled, belatedly realizing that perhaps his intentions weren't what she'd thought.

Could it be that he wanted her to use her hands instead?

Back in her last year of high school, she and Yanran had once watched a video, and in it, the women...

Seeing the shock and disgust in her eyes, Mu Sichan seemed to guess her thoughts. His brows drew together in anger. "Are you stupid? I told you to take them off because your filth got on my trousers. I find it disgusting, that's all."

Nan Zhi's eyes widened as she finally understood, her head snapping down in embarrassment.

Her fair ears burned red.

So it was just her imagination running wild!

Of course. Someone as privileged as him would never lack for women.

"Hurry up, woman!" His trousers stained with that sort of thing left him immeasurably uncomfortable.

Nan Zhi didn't have time to dwell on it. Though she was reluctant to take off his trousers, at least she didn't have to worry about anything else.

They were close enough that his potent masculine scent enveloped her.

If it had been any other woman, being this near to him would have left her blushing furiously, but the woman before him showed no such reaction.

Her expression was completely businesslike, even guarded.

Nan Zhi had never helped a man with his belt before, much less a man whose very presence could kill with a glance.

She appeared calm, but inside she was inexplicably tense.

Her fingertips accidentally brushed the hard, defined muscles of his abdomen through his shirt—unyielding and brimming with a dangerous strength.

Mu Sichan lowered his gaze; he could see only the top of her head. When her slender, delicate hand brushed his abdomen, it was impossibly soft.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

Nan Zhi only wanted to finish and leave as quickly as possible, but the more anxious she became, the harder it was to undo his belt.

She was terribly unskilled.

She could manage her own belt just fine, but from this angle, nothing seemed to work.

Nan Zhi crouched down, looking up at him.

...

After Mu Sichan left the private room, Lan Yanzhi, worried about his mood, drove to the estate. Hearing from Butler Yi that Mu Sichan was in the bedroom, Lan Yanzhi hurried upstairs before the butler could finish speaking.

"Fourth Brother, are you alright..." Lan Yanzhi pushed open the bedroom door, only to see a long-haired woman crouched at his brother’s feet, her small hands at his waistband. From Lan Yanzhi's angle, he couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but the scene played out suggestively in his mind.

Catching Mu Sichan's icy, knife-edged glare, Lan Yanzhi quickly stammered, "Haha... carry on! Carry on!" With that, he shut the door at once.