Chapter 83: Zhi Zhi, You Are So Beautiful

Fu Shaoxiu gazed at Nan Zhi’s fair and delicate face. Four years had passed, and she had grown up; her pure and refined features now carried a hint of feminine allure, like a blooming red rose exuding a captivating fragrance from within. Fu Shaoxiu tossed the diary and lighter onto the bed, then walked over to Nan Zhi.

She looked exceedingly pure and beautiful without any makeup. Unable to restrain himself, he gently touched her smooth cheek, her skin like the finest silk—delicate, flawless, and soft.

Nan Zhi lowered her gaze, her long, thick lashes casting small shadows on her face, like little fans. In Fu Shaoxiu’s eyes, she looked shy and demure.

Yet beneath her almond-shaped eyes, veiled by her lashes, a cold glint flickered. She curled her lips in a mischievous smile, her beauty enchanting. “Shaoxiu, I feel a little warm…” she whispered, holding his large hand against her cheek, her gaze turning hazy.

Fu Shaoxiu grasped her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of her hand. On her middle finger was a vintage court ring, and as he kissed her finger, he caught a faint, lingering fragrance.

“Zhi Zhi, you’re getting more beautiful,” he murmured, entranced by her, feeling heat spread through his body and his thoughts clouding. Nan Zhi’s smile grew seductive as she pushed him onto the bed, switched off the main light, leaving only a warm wall lamp aglow. In the soft light, she became a siren, bewitching and irresistible. “Wait for me a few minutes—I’m going to take a shower.”

Fu Shaoxiu’s throat tightened. “Zhi Zhi, I can hardly wait.”

“Five minutes.”

“All right—make sure you’re clean,” he said.

As she disappeared into the bathroom, Fu Shaoxiu sprawled on the bed, his eyes burning, breath quickening. It felt as if countless flames were racing through his veins. He stared at the ceiling, hearing himself call her name again and again—his voice strained, blurred, each syllable tangling on his tongue.

Soon, he caught the rich scent of her perfume and felt her soft arms helping him up from the bed. Her long hair was damp, her fair cheeks tinged with vivid crimson.

“Zhi Zhi, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed.

He gripped her slender waist, his hands impatiently tearing away the towel wrapped around her chest. The heat of desire surged from his abdomen, every cell in his body clamoring wildly.

She squirmed faintly in his arms, their skin pressed together, burning hot. He held the back of her head and crushed her lips beneath his own.

It was like a dying man in the desert finally finding sweet spring water.

Panting heavily, he pinned her beneath him, biting her soft lips again and again, his voice low and sighing. “Zhi Zhi, don’t blame me for being shameless. I know I can only have you this way…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.”

He couldn’t marry her, but he could make her his lover. He wouldn’t let her suffer.

His kisses covered every inch of her body.

When they finally became one, he heard her soft moans of pain. Her small hands scratched red marks across his taut arm muscles.

She was just as wonderful as he’d imagined.

The night was still long.

…

A luxurious, dazzling Lykan Hypersport drew up in front of the Hyatt Hotel. The car door swung open, and a man dressed head to toe in black stepped out, handsome and cold as ice.

His eyes were chilling, his entire presence radiating a bone-deep coldness.

Lan Yanzhi, worried something might happen to him, followed closely behind. “Fourth Brother, what are you doing at the hotel?”

Mu Sihan’s expression was dark and forbidding. “Get me the room card for 8088.”