Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Fu Hanyan swallowed hard, then subtly looked away.

But in my mind, the image of that porcelain white that had just flashed by was still there.

Her collarbone rose and fell slightly with her movements and breathing.

She wore a necklace with a pearl pendant that rested perfectly in the hollow of her collarbone.

The bead was swaying slightly.

The shaking made him feel a surge of irritation.

When he spoke again, his voice was slightly hoarse:

"Yeah."

"Yes, you really look alike. If you went to act in an idol drama, you would definitely become a top star immediately." She suddenly changed the subject and said, "Oh, by the way, let me treat you to dinner tonight."

Fu Hanyan's gaze paused:

"Don't you need to record a show tonight?"

On weekdays, she usually goes back to the villa to record some footage.

Mu Zhou shook his head:

“I asked the production team for leave, and I plan to withdraw from the show.”

Her words surprised Fu Hanyan.

Seeing him look over, Mu Zhou smiled helplessly:

"You might not believe it, but I think I had some amnesia a while ago. Or maybe it wasn't amnesia, but I just forgot some things."

"Now I remember everything. Actually, I had dated all four male guests on the dating show before, but I don't know why I had forgotten about it."

Mu Zhou spoke calmly and composedly, as if he were simply talking about what he had eaten that morning.

Fu Hanyan froze.

His handsome face was cold and indifferent, but in reality, he was almost crushing the document in his hand.

He forcefully suppressed the anger that instantly welled up in his eyes, and Fu Hanyan raised his eyes with a half-smile:

"You... dated them all?"

He asked slowly, emphasizing each word.

His tone was laced with a palpable sense of danger.

Mu Zhou was completely unaware; she nodded.

"It was quite unexpected, wasn't it? I was quite surprised too. They suddenly started pursuing me intensely, like they were under a spell. They were good-looking and willing to spend money, so it was hard for me to resist the temptation, and I agreed."

"However, later they seemed to suddenly come to their senses and avoided me like the plague, so we never had any contact again. Who knew they would all end up together in the Love Show."

Mu Zhou couldn't help but shiver.

"I just don't think it's a coincidence, and besides, I feel awkward whenever I see them, so I'm planning to quit."

She finished speaking to herself, only then noticing that Fu Hanyan's expression was somewhat strange.

Mu Zhou smiled sheepishly:

"You're so busy, it would be a waste of your time for me to talk to you about these things. Anyway, if you're free tonight, I'll treat you to dinner."

As she straightened up to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Uncontrollably pulled by that force, Mu Zhou staggered a few steps, and as her body spun around, she ended up sitting directly on Fu Hanyan's lap.

After Mu Zhou steadied herself, she instinctively pushed against his chest with both hands.

Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she stiffly lifted her eyelids to look at Fu Hanyan.

He still held Mu Zhou's wrist with one hand, while his other hand rested on her lower back.

It was as if he was afraid she would fall, or as if he was holding her tightly in his arms.

Mu Zhou's eyelashes fluttered, and after swallowing hard, she said in a low voice:

"You, what are you doing?"

The hand covering his waist grew increasingly hot, and Mu Zhou's body trembled involuntarily.

Fu Hanyan's cold eyes carefully traced Mu Zhou's features, a deep and fierce aura churning in his heart.

What is he doing?

He himself doesn't know either.

From arriving at Mu Zhou's company building early in the morning to bringing him back to his office.

Fu Hanyan acted on instinct every step of the way, without making any plans.

This includes hearing her casually mention her past relationships with those men.

That's how anger was ignited.

He originally thought she was deeply in love with him, but in reality, she might just like all handsome and rich men.

He is just one of them.

Or rather, the pleasures of leisure time.

He wasn't as important to Mu Zhou as he had imagined.

Fu Hanyan clenched his back teeth, his face already somewhat pale.

A thousand words were stuck in my throat, but in the end, I could only weakly utter one sentence:

"Then, may I?"

She complimented him on his good looks.

He still has money and is willing to spend it on her.

So, can he be her boyfriend?

Mu Zhou blinked slowly, her gaze fixed on him as if hooked:

"what?"

Fu Hanyan's Adam's apple bobbed noticeably as he made his point clear:

"Can I be your boyfriend?"

He was about to say that he was richer than them when, in the next second, Mu Zhou kissed the corner of his lips.

The warm, smooth touch is like a dragonfly skimming the water, fleeting and ephemeral.

Mu Zhou looked at him with an innocent expression.

Everything happened so fast it was as if nothing had happened.

But the silent sea could no longer conceal the roaring waves.

Fu Hanyan's pupils trembled. Before his reason returned, he followed his body's desire and kissed her back.

In an instant, it felt like an electric current ran through my entire body.

It was scalding hot, like a wildfire, making his heart pound.

He kissed her forcefully, his hands unconsciously tightening their grip.

Her slender waist, so delicate it could be easily pinched, almost snapped in his palm.

Mu Zhou was pressed down by him, and could only press against his chest with his force.

The tip of my tongue was entangled, forcefully seizing everything.

Mu Zhou breathed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Even though her attitude was compliant, even proactive, Fu Hanyan still controlled everything about her, not allowing her the slightest possibility of struggling.

Mu Zhou was completely unable to resist his persistent advances and could only let him do as he pleased, letting his breathing become disordered.

Until her waist felt sore and weak, and she completely leaned against his chest.

Fu Hanyan finally regained his composure.

His heavy breathing lingered on Mu Zhou's cheeks before finally settling on her lips.

He gently sucked and traced the words, tirelessly.

Mu Zhou raised her eyes and glanced at him, letting out a soft snort:

"Stop fooling around, this is your office."

Her eyes were already alluring and captivating, but now, with the corners of her eyes slightly red and misty with moisture, Fu Hanyan felt his throat dry and his heart flutter.

He kissed the corner of her eye, his voice hoarse and indistinct:

No one will come in.

But he also knew he couldn't continue like this, or his rationality might really collapse.

Fu Hanyan pulled his large hand out from under her shirt hem and helped her straighten the hem.

Mu Zhou remained motionless, leaning lazily against his chest, letting him tidy her up.

When Fu Hanyan looked up, he saw that Mu Zhou's lip gloss had smudged. He gently touched Mu Zhou's cheek with his large hand and wiped it off with his fingertips.

Mu Zhou slapped his hand away and went back to the sofa to touch up her makeup.

The phone rang at that very moment.

Mu Zhou answered the phone, listened for a few seconds, and then said:

"Okay, I'll go back tonight. Perfect timing, I also have something to say to the director."

Fu Hanyan kept a close eye on her every move.

Seeing him looking over, Mu Zhou said shyly:

"We can't have dinner together tonight. The director said today's recording is more important, and we should finish what we start. I can't just quit and leave. I'll go back and tell the production team the truth."

Fu Hanyan nodded silently, but for some reason, he felt somewhat uneasy.

What did that kiss mean to Mu Zhou?

He suddenly felt a little uncertain.