Chapter 94: Come Here, Take Off Your Clothes

Chapter 94: Come Here—Take Off Your Clothes

Song Jiang was standing while Fu Zhichen was sitting, so his line of sight was slightly higher than Fu Zhichen's.

Although he had the better position, Fu Zhichen's overwhelming pressure completely overshadowed him.

Why did Fu Zhichen praise the shape of his lips?

A guy telling him he has nice lips—is that normal?

Is this CEO a perv?

With his chin gripped, Song Jiang was forced to meet Fu Zhichen's gaze.

There was a seductive magic in Fu Zhichen's eyes, as if one more look could sweep you up completely.

God, this is deadly.

Song Jiang only held his gaze for a few seconds before he couldn’t take it and quickly shut his eyes.

His upper body leaned back as far as it could, and his little hands tried to pry Fu Zhichen’s arm off his waist.

In short, anything that could struggle was struggling.

But no luck—he found himself trapped between Fu Zhichen's legs.

He tried to push, but felt Fu Zhichen pushing back—if he lost his balance even a little, he’d end up plopped on Fu Zhichen’s lap.

Song Jiang gritted his teeth, took a deep breath to force himself to calm down.

"CEO Fu, I've already applied the medicine for you. The wound might even be healed by tomorrow."

"Please let go and continue with work. Work is more important."

Fu Zhichen completely ignored him. His thumb moved to Song Jiang's lower lip, slowly rubbing from left to right.

Then he said something that baffled Song Jiang.

"Steward Song, your lips are very red."

Fu Zhichen’s breath smelled faintly of milk mixed with his own cool sandalwood scent, hitting Song Jiang right in the face—it was suffocating.

Intuition told him something was terribly wrong with Fu Zhichen.

"Steward Song, why aren't you saying anything?"

As if he didn’t want to talk! How was he supposed to answer? A grown man can’t have red lips or what?!

Song Jiang took a few seconds to recall why his lips were red. Could it be because he had brushed his teeth too many times and chafed the skin?

With that thought, Song Jiang pursed his lips and quickly licked both lips to look for the chafed spot, but found nothing—no taste of blood.

No, he realized his own actions were foolish. What business of Fu Zhichen's was whether his lips were red or not?

He wasn’t the CEO’s personal property, and the CEO wasn’t an emperor—since when did he get to control that?

Song Jiang forced himself to explain, "CEO Fu, the medicine was too bitter, so I brushed my teeth three times after eating."

Fu Zhichen didn't let go of his chin. His thumb still absently stroked, his gaze fixed on Song Jiang's lips.

The steward’s lips were softer than his thumb, and after being licked, their color became as translucent as honey-dipped pomelo.

He wondered what it would feel like to kiss them.

"Steward Song, does your mouth still taste bitter now?"

What kind of weird question is that?

Song Jiang’s hands still kept struggling, and his nerves were so frayed that his fingers unconsciously dug into Fu Zhichen’s arm.

"It's not bitter anymore. The candy you gave me was very sweet."

As if he couldn't feel any pain, Fu Zhichen didn't react.

When Song Jiang spoke, his naturally red lips (no makeup needed) parted slightly, revealing the pink of his teeth.

Even more tempting.

Fu Zhichen said regretfully, "That's too bad. I wanted to taste how bitter it really was."

Wait, what the hell is there to regret?

Song Jiang was full of question marks. Why would anyone want to taste something bitter on purpose?

As expected, the CEO’s hobbies were way beyond his understanding.

All he wanted now was to get out of this hot spot. He jumped on Fu Zhichen’s words, "CEO Fu, if you want to taste something, there's plenty of medicine in the room. I'll go get it for you right now!"

He'd be happy to have someone share the burden!

Alright, CEO, let go of him right now! He swore he’d bring it back in a flash!

Fu Zhichen said, "Steward Song, I don't like taking medicine."

Then how would you taste it?

Before Song Jiang could think further, the phone on Fu Zhichen's desk suddenly rang.

The ringing continued for about thirty seconds, and Fu Zhichen made no move to answer.

No, no, no! This call was his lifeline—he couldn't let it go unanswered no matter what!

Song Jiang quickly pushed lightly against Fu Zhichen's chest to remind him.

"CEO Fu, the phone is ringing. Please answer it."

Fu Zhichen didn't move, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he looked at Song Jiang. "Steward Song, I have something more important to do right now."

No! Don’t you dare!

Was the CEO forgetting how close they were? What could he even do in this position?

"CEO Fu, I think answering the phone is more important. What if it's a contract worth billions?"

Wouldn't that be a huge loss?!

Fu Zhichen’s tone was flat, completely unbothered. "Steward Song, billions."

Alright, alright. Now that’s a real CEO for you.

“CEO Fu, I can't stand to see the money go to waste, please, answer the call.”

Maybe Song Jiang's pleading tone got to Fu Zhichen, and after a moment, Fu Zhichen finally relented.

“Steward Song, hand me the phone then.”

Great, just waiting for the big boss to give the word!

Song Jiang took his chance.

The second Fu Zhichen's hand moved away from him, completely ignoring Fu Zhichen's stare from behind, he bolted.

You could call it a panicked escape.

Way too terrifying—scarier than a flood or a wild beast.

From the moment Fu Zhichen's fingers touched his lips, every caress made his whole body tingle like an electric shock.

And that's not even counting the nearly ten minutes that had passed.

He was feeling awful—head throbbing, breathing ragged, heart pounding nonstop.

As if his chest were about to explode.

Song Jiang escaped into the bathroom and took a fifteen-minute cold shower.

Only then did he start to clear his head, and a bold thought struck him about what had just happened.

Did Fu Zhichen want to kiss him?

When Song Jiang returned to the bedroom carrying that bold thought, Fu Zhichen was already sitting on the bed.

He started to turn around to leave, but was frozen in place by Fu Zhichen's icy voice.

“Come here, take off your clothes.”

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Woo-hoo, another perfectly timed cliffhanger post!!

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