The shallow moonlight spilled onto the branches, the maple leaves lush, and through the gaps, it scattered onto the ground, forming patches of light.
Shen Yue saw that the distance was not far and stopped, tilting her head, just about to tell the man to send her this far.
Unexpectedly, her arm was suddenly grabbed by the man beside her. The world spun, and her vision went black.
By the time she reacted, she had already been pressed against a tree.
She was only wearing a gray sweater, not very thick, her shoulders slender, and the tree behind her was rough, pressing uncomfortably.
Xie Jiangsheng's hand circled Shen Yue's waist, seemingly proper, but in reality, he was discreetly measuring.
Having been in a coma for half a year in the hospital, Shen Yue appeared very thin. Her flesh hadn't recovered at all in the past few days, and her waist was excessively slender, as if it could break with the slightest pressure.
The woman's dark, moist eyes widened slightly, as if a little frightened, and then she tried to pry his hand away. "Mr. Xie, what, what are you doing?"
Her skin was delicate and fair, and even slight emotions left their mark on her face. The corners of her eyes were tinged with a faint red, appearing very scared, yet she dared not struggle or move. Her long, dense eyelashes, like butterfly wings, trembled, like a white rabbit whose ears had been pulled.
Her fair face flushed entirely, her soft voice also trembled slightly, and her eyes dared not meet the man's gaze directly.
Xie Jiangsheng didn't intend to do anything. After all, it was in broad daylight, and a significant reason was that he still couldn't get over the psychological block, especially since his潔癖 (jiepi, cleanliness obsession) was very severe.
However, seeing Shen Yue's demeanor, as if she desperately wanted to escape from him, made him particularly want to tease her.
The woman's timid appearance was very endearing, exuding a sense of fragility, but at the same time, it also diminished the desire to destroy her.
To crush those delicate, pure white petals, the sweet and viscous flower branches would fill the palm.
The two of them were so close. The woman was petite, her small face snow-white, exuding a faint, subtle fragrance that wasn't strong but was incredibly alluring.
His breathing imperceptibly quickened. He held the trembling woman tighter.
The man's voice was gentle, with a slightly deep ending, like a cello, his tone low and resonant, magnetic and pleasant to the ear.
"Are you afraid of me?"
"I, I'm not. Mr. Xie, you, you don't have to think too much."
While telling Xie Jiangsheng not to overthink, she vigorously tried to pry his hands away. Her expression was as if she was about to cry from being bullied, and she unconsciously bit her full, ripe red lips.
Those lips were already red and vibrant, and being bitten made them even more alluring.
Xie Jiangsheng's gaze was uncontrollable, fixed on that spot. His breathing grew more rapid, and the strength with which he held Shen Yue increased. He felt a surge of heat rush to his mind and then spread throughout his body.
The woman's eyes were tinged with red, her lips bitten. Held in the arms of a tall, refined man, she was almost entirely concealed from view.
She could feel Xie Jiangsheng's intention to please her. If it weren't for the events in the park, Shen Yue might have simply thought Xie Jiangsheng was a good person. However, precisely because of what happened that day, whenever Xie Jiangsheng pretended nothing had happened and doted on her with gentle refinement, she felt particularly uneasy.
As the saying goes, excessive politeness indicates ulterior motives.
Shen Yue had, quite unintentionally, touched upon Xie Jiangsheng's true intentions.
In the somewhat dim light, the man's refined and gentle exterior seemed on the verge of being torn apart, revealing his true nature.
There was no one around, only the sound of the wind rustling the leaves.
Shen Yue was frightened, her head shrinking back, her fingertips trembling slightly.
"Mr. Xie... Can you let go of me first?"
Her voice was soft and gentle, like a kitten's meow.
Xie Jiangsheng's mind roared. He knew he should restrain himself, or rather, not be so rough.
Moreover, the most important point was that the person before him was no longer "pure." Teasing her a little was fine, but actual contact should have made him feel disgusted, shouldn't it?
But it didn't.
Not at all.
The woman was entirely in a state of unease, her beautiful eyes filled with a sense of panicked disorientation.
However, she was still very well-behaved, not struggling violently.
In the blink of an eye, many thoughts flashed through Xie Jiangsheng's mind. The deep eyes behind his glasses quietly observed the woman's flustered and frightened evasion. Her brows were clean and elegant, her complexion a little pale.
Xie Jiangsheng quietly took a deep breath.
He loosened his grip on the woman and instead grabbed her delicate wrist, which looked as if it would snap with a single bend.
His chest under the suit rose and fell slightly. He extended a hand with distinct, well-defined knuckles and lifted the woman's sharp, delicate chin.
Shen Yue was forced to meet the man's obscure, dark eyes.
Their gazes locked. One was timid and uneasy, the other was possessive and determined.
The man's eye sockets were tinged with a faint redness. He leaned in, his hot breath spraying onto the woman's face as she twisted her head away.
The intense and sexy male pheromone aura was off the charts.
His voice drifted slowly to her ears, low and hoarse.
"What if I said I don't want to let go?"
After saying this, he pulled at the corners of his thin lips and revealed a smile. This smile distorted his refined and elegant demeanor, making it lewd and devilish.
As soon as Shen Yue saw this smile, goosebumps rose on her skin. Her eyelashes trembled even more violently, and she cringed, trying to shrink away.
But her chin was held by the man's hand. It seemed her attempts to evade displeased him, and he tightened his grip, leaving a red mark on her fair chin.
Her dark, moist eyes seemed to glisten with mist, and her confused gaze met the dark eyes beneath the man's glasses.
The distance between them was terrifyingly close. Their heated breaths mixed with the faint scent of smoke, spraying onto her cheek. Shedding his refined and gentle exterior, the man exuded a suffocating pressure.
Shen Yue became even more nervous, like a herbivore with an innate sensitivity to danger.
Therefore, she could sense that the man was very dangerous at this moment.
"Mr. Xie," she lowered her eyelashes, her soft, melodious voice trembling slightly, carrying a hint of pitiableness. "Can you not do this? I'm a little scared."
Towards the end, her tone unconsciously became pleading.
It was like dew on tender green leaves, crystal clear, seemingly about to drip from the tip of the leaf at any moment.
Xie Jiangsheng lowered his eyes, looking at the woman's long, dense eyelashes, like crow feathers.