Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

late at night.

Shen Feiwan straddled Bo Junxing's lap, her fingertips sliding down his tense neck and stopping at the third button of his shirt.

Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath warm, "...Really don't want to?"

Bo Junxing's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gripped her wrist with just the right amount of force to stop her from unbuttoning her clothes.

"Stop messing around." His voice was so low and hoarse it was almost unbelievable.

Shen Feiwan chuckled, pressing her knee against his inner thigh and deliberately rubbing against him. "What am I doing?"

Bo Junxing's breathing became noticeably heavier, and his knuckles turned slightly white, but he still did not let go.

The security camera in the living room was operating silently, its red light flashing in the dim corner like a spying eye.

Shen Feiwan glanced at him in the direction of his gaze, but didn't seem to care. "We can go to the bathroom; there are no cameras there."

"No." Bo Junxing's voice was strained.

"Why?" Shen Feiwan lowered her head, her nose brushing against his chin. "Are you afraid they secretly installed cameras inside? I've already checked, and there aren't any."

Bo Junxing closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his eyes filled with intense desire and restraint. He suddenly grabbed Shen Feiwan's waist, lifted her off his lap, and pressed her down onto the sofa beside him.

"Shen Feiwan." He called her by her full name, his voice deep and hoarse, "Don't test my patience."

Shen Feiwan tilted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with provocation, "How much patience do you have left?"

Bo Junxing didn't answer, but simply raised his hand and loosened his collar, his chest heaving more noticeably than usual.

The bathroom door is not far away, and there are no security cameras installed.

But he still insisted, "No."

"why?"

“Because I don’t want to.” He stared at her, enunciating each word clearly, “I don’t want those people in the monitoring room to guess what we’re doing in there, I don’t want them to imagine you with those disgusting looks.”

Shen Feiwan was taken aback.

Bo Junxing's fingers caressed her face, his thumb tracing the corner of her lips, his voice low and deep, "You are someone I cherish in the palm of my hand, not someone for them to fantasize about."

Shen Feiwan looked at him and suddenly laughed, "Bo Junxing, when did you become so innocent?"

“It’s not about innocence.” He pinched her chin, lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. “It’s because you are too precious.”

"...So you're just going to put up with it like this?"

Bo Junxing's breathing became visibly erratic.

He held the back of her head and kissed her fiercely, kissing her until she was almost breathless, before pulling back slightly and pressing his forehead against hers, panting, "...It's better than letting them see."

Shen Feiwan's chest heaved, her fingertips unconsciously gripping his collar. "But I want to."

Bo Junxing's eyes darkened, and he suddenly stood up, picked her up, and strode towards the bedroom.

Shen Feiwan instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, "...Didn't you say you wouldn't do it?"

"No." He put her on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning two buttons of his shirt. His breathing was still a little unsteady. "...Sleep."

Shen Feiwan stared at his reddened ears and suddenly laughed, "Bo Junxing, you make people want to bully you even more."

Bo Junxing turned his head to look at her, his eyes dangerous. "...Say that again?"

Shen Feiwan leaned closer with a smile, her lips almost touching his earlobe, "I said, you doing this—"

Before she could finish speaking, Bo Junxing suddenly flipped over and pinned her down, grabbing her wrist with one hand and pressing it above her head before lowering his head to kiss her lips.

His eyes were frighteningly deep, and his voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, “…Shen Feiwan, you win.”

Shen Feiwan blinked, a triumphant smile in her eyes.

Bo Junxing took a deep breath, suddenly released her, rolled off the bed, and went into the bathroom without looking back.

The sound of cold water quickly followed.

Shen Feiwan lay on the bed, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, and frowned.

He took another cold shower. He'll have problems sooner or later, won't he?

What an annoyance! She rolled over, wrapped herself in the blanket, and buried her face in the spot where he had just been lying.

His scent still lingered on the pillow.

Cool, scalding, oppressive.

All traces of love for her.