Chapter 35: Never Seen Someone Like That

Nan Zhi’s slender shoulder struck the refrigerator door. A sharp pain shot through her, and she couldn’t help but gasp, “Ah—”

Mu Sihan gripped her shoulder with one hand and her waist with the other. Even through the fabric of her clothes, he could feel how soft and delicate she was.

He cursed inwardly—was this woman made of water?

Unbelievably soft.

Nan Zhi’s back was pressed tightly against the refrigerator, the man’s large hand gripping the curve of her waist, sending a ticklish sensation through her. She struggled, thoroughly irritated. “Let me explain. I didn’t show up here on purpose.”

A lazy, roguish smile curled on the man’s handsome face, his laughter rumbling in his chest as he replied carelessly, “I haven’t even done anything yet, so what are you gasping about?”

Nan Zhi rolled her eyes. That gasp was because her shoulder hurt, alright? What on earth went on in this pervert’s mind all day?

She was about to retort when his languid, mocking tone came again: “Tsk, just listen to you—already calling me hard as stone.”

Nan Zhi reflexively glanced down toward his lower abdomen.

His strong, chiseled jaw came to rest atop her head, and a playful chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Want me to take my pants off and let you see for yourself?”

“Scoundrel!” Nan Zhi pressed both hands to his chest and shoved hard. “If you keep this up, I’m calling for help!”

This was just absurd.

Including today, she’d only seen this man two or three times, yet every time she met him, a deep, instinctive fear welled up inside her.

He was impossibly handsome. When not smiling, he was cold and arrogant; when he did smile, there was a wicked, unruly chill to it. Both righteous and wicked, inscrutable, unpredictable—he was truly impossible to fathom.

His chest was solid and unyielding, like a brick wall—no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn’t move him.

“Woman, where exactly are your hands wandering?”

Only then did Nan Zhi realize he wore a black V-neck shirt today. As she’d pushed at his chest, her pale fingers had accidentally slipped inside his collar, the contrast between black and white stark, her two forefingers brushing against his cool skin.

She quickly drew her hand back, but before she could say anything, she heard his utterly shameless voice: “My turn to touch you.”

What?

Did he think she’d just been feeling up his chest?

“You’ve got it all wrong, sir… Hey, what are you doing?”

Watching his large hand slip straight into the collar of her sweatshirt, Nan Zhi’s cheeks flushed scarlet, fury rising to her head.

She’d never met anyone so brazen and shameless!

His hand squeezed softly at her yielding curves, then withdrew. His lips quirked into a smirk. “Feels pretty good.”

Nan Zhi was so furious she forgot about his manic temper—about how dangerous it was to provoke him. Her eyes reddened with rage, and reason abandoned her. She lifted her leg and aimed a kick at his most vulnerable spot.

Mu Sihan watched her, this woman who, when angry, resembled a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. Amusement flickered in his deep black eyes. Just as her kick was about to land, he pressed down her knee, his tall, powerful body leaning forward, his solid chest pinning her softness beneath him.

His long legs parted, trapping her slender ones between them.

This position only brought them closer, the man’s every breath washing over her with a crisp, heady scent. With her legs pinned and his chest pressed against her, Nan Zhi was utterly immobilized.

Especially since she was wearing flat shoes today, the difference in their heights was even more pronounced.

Nan Zhi craned her neck, glaring up at him, only to find herself caught in the depths of his eyes—so dark, so fathomless it was as if they could swallow the entire world.