After chasing him around, Chu Xingye finally caught the little puppy that had been peeing everywhere.
He put Sangbiao into his Big Villa, then cleaned the floor while cursing under his breath.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the nearby Terrace, Jiang Xun listened to the faint noises from the living room, his heart in his throat. He barely dared to breathe.
Fu Yanli, however, remained perfectly composed.
If Chu Xingye came in and saw them like this, Jiang Xun would never be able to explain his way out of it.
Jiang Xun gritted his teeth, silently pushed against Fu Yanli's chest, and tried hard to pry the large hands off his waist.
Just then, Fu Yanli suddenly released him. Without thinking, Jiang Xun seized the chance to run out, even catching sight of Chu Xingye crouching nearby, wiping the floor.
He had only managed a quick glance when a force caught him around the waist and pulled him back inside.
A moment later, he was pinned in the corner again.
Jiang Xun was furious. Was he toying with me? He cursed in a lowered voice, "Fu Yanli... mmph!"
Before he could finish, a warm palm reached over and covered his mouth.
Jiang Xun tilted his head up slightly and glared at the man before him.
Fu Yanli raised a long index finger to his lips, signaling for silence.
Then, holding the young man's slender waist, he leaned down slightly and turned his head toward Jiang Xun's right ear. His lips almost brushed it as he whispered, "Don't let Xingye hear us."
His deep voice carried an inexplicable rasp. Each word seemed to penetrate flesh and bone, tapping against Jiang Xun's heart.
Jiang Xun froze for a moment, a tingling sensation coursing through his body like electricity.
I'm tingling all over.