This was the first time Chu Luyu had ever touched such a thing, so directly, with only a layer of fabric between them.
In the dead of night, she’d occasionally been curious enough to open those sketchy little websites, but the actors were always way too enthusiastic. Every time the exaggerated sounds of saliva and breathing came through her headphones, she couldn’t help but slam her laptop shut.
The longest she’d ever watched was only a split second—when the male lead’s boxers lost their guard.
She hadn’t been prepared that time, and the sight had practically hit her square in the face.
Long.
Thick.
Curving upward on its own.
…
The system’s countdown ended, and Chu Luyu recoiled as if she’d been electrocuted, yanking her hand back so fast she knocked against the edge of the table.
Chu Fanyin, always the most attuned to her daughter, immediately asked in alarm: “What happened? Did you just hit the table? Did you hurt your hand?”
Chu Luyu shook her head frantically. The last thing she wanted right now was anyone’s attention. She mumbled: “No, doesn’t hurt at all.”
After saying that, her gaze unconsciously flicked toward Jiang Hezhou.
Quiet. Silent. Unmoving as a mountain.
As if he hadn’t noticed a thing under the table—so calm it was almost unsettling.
Chu Luyu felt a creeping dread.
She asked the system: [Cuihua, what’s going on with the male lead? Why isn’t he reacting at all?]
System Cuihua: [No reaction is scarier, okay? Given how much the original character annoyed him, suddenly being molested like this… oh my god, I bet he’s already thinking of ways to dismember you and dispose of the body without legal consequences.]
Chu Luyu: [Wuwuwu I want to run away…]
System Cuihua: [But you can’t escape~~~~]
System Cuihua: [Ah well, the plot hasn’t reached the point where you two part ways yet, so he probably won’t do anything extreme. Just relax for now. But damn, you’re bold—even the original owner didn’t dare go for his privates in this scene. You went straight for the big one… You better figure out what to do next. If the male lead becomes wary and guarded because of this, the missions ahead are going to be rough.]
Chu Luyu’s mind was a complete mess.
After thinking for a long time, she tried to salvage the situation.
“Ahem, I don’t know if you’ve heard of this old saying—that during a woman’s period, she’s more susceptible to evil spirits. I just felt like my mind went blank for a while. Maybe something unclean got close to me.”
Chu Fanyin listened, completely baffled. Chen Mian, however, immediately called her out.
“Oh yeah? So a ghost wanted some sweet and sour ribs and had to use your mouth to take a bite?”
Chu Luyu didn’t want to engage with him. She just kept sneaking glances at Jiang Hezhou.
The man remained still as a jade mountain, quietly sitting there, calmly picking up a piece of potato and some beef, even carefully picking out a slice of ginger.
Oh no, oh no. The sea is always calm before a storm. The way he’s acting…
No one else at the table knew what was going through her head. Chu Fanyin, worried, reached over and felt her forehead.
“No fever.”
Chu Luyu’s mind was in complete disarray. She couldn’t focus on anyone else—all she could think about was how badly she’d offended the male lead.
After the meal, Jiang Hezhou said his goodbyes to Chu Fanyin and Chen Mian and got up to leave.
Before he went, he finally looked at Chu Luyu. His expression was unreadable. She didn’t dare meet his gaze and awkwardly looked away.
“I’ll come pick her up in a few days. Thank you for taking care of her in the meantime, Auntie.”
“Don’t be so formal. I’m her mother. Her coming home isn’t a burden.”
Chu Fanyin replied politely, but she was quite satisfied inside.
She’d worried that this engagement her daughter had forced upon them might end in resentment. She hadn’t expected Jiang Hezhou to actually care about her.
But looking at his attitude now—whether genuine or not—at least he was giving her daughter enough surface-level consideration.
Jiang Hezhou didn’t exchange more pleasantries. He nodded, turned, and got into his car.
The Chen villa was in a new district with a sparse population. He drove two blocks and pulled over beside a construction fence in a sparsely populated area.
During the day, they’d probably been digging up some pipes. A blue iron fence cordoned off a large area, with loose soil piled nearby and a chunk of the asphalt road smashed open.
Jiang Hezhou drove around to the back of the fence, where a narrow alley sat empty of residential buildings. At this hour, the only thing filling the silence was a stretch of moonlit night.
He parked the car, turned off the engine.
The composure he’d held together—afraid that anyone might notice anything amiss—finally relaxed, no longer needing to be maintained.
He slumped back against the seat, legs sprawled loosely, revealing a very noticeable, prominent bulge in the middle.
He could still recall, with perfect clarity, how it had felt when Chu Luyu had leaned in.
First came a rush of soft, warm breath. At the time, he hadn’t known what she was trying to do, so he hadn’t paid it much mind.
Then he felt her lips hover close to his ear. Almost imperceptibly, a hint of her breath brushed against his ear.
She smelled so sweet, and when she leaned over, her scent invaded his senses once again.
Soft. Warm. With a hint of cloying sweetness.
He was briefly stunned, and then he heard her whisper, like a chant, into his ear:
“Hezhou-gege, would you like to taste me tonight? Luyu—more delicious than anything on this table.”
She’d said it fast and hurriedly, her words a little slurred, but he caught every syllable perfectly.
Jiang Hezhou found it strange—no matter what words came out of her mouth, they sounded soft and puffy. Even something so outrageous and improper somehow didn’t annoy him.
Then came the real kicker.
Under the table, in that private spot, her small hand suddenly pressed down.
Even through his pants, he could still recall the sensation. That hand was so soft, so warm. The heat of her palm filtered through two layers of fabric, catching him completely off guard, and her body heat seeped into him.
Jiang Hezhou had experienced physiological reactions before—it was perfectly normal for a healthy male.
But every time before, he’d been able to restrain himself, suppressing all desire almost instantly, as if he had some built-in program: always rational, always controlled, always proper.
But today, he’d lost control.
When she pulled her hand away, he’d breathed a sigh of relief.
Only he knew what state he was in.
That place burned as if it might ignite, going from barely noticeable to something that could turn into a dangerous beast at any moment.
After that, he could barely register anything at the dinner table.
Chu Luyu seemed to say something else—he couldn’t hear it clearly. The elders across from him were also speaking, but he had no idea what they were saying.
All he could do then was suppress—yet fail to suppress—the sensation of that place burning like hot iron. Only one thought occupied his mind:
Let this meal end quickly. Let me leave.
Now, outside the car window, the night was quiet. No streetlights, only a hazy moonlight spilling around.
Jiang Hezhou seemed to give up fighting. He tilted his head back, reached down, and undid his button.
In his mind, he conjured up Chu Luyu’s image—as if she were right beside him.
He pulled her over from the passenger seat, ignoring her startled gasp and reflexive struggle, grabbed her slender waist, and sat her directly on his lap, face-to-face.
Her legs straddled his waist on either side. The driver’s seat was too cramped—her back pressed against the steering wheel.
She seemed a little scared of what he was about to do, her small hands braced against his chest, her almond eyes shimmering with a watery gleam that only made him want to tease her more.
Soon, she began to arch backward uncontrollably. Through the dim light, he caught a glimpse of something soft swaying in the moonlit cabin.
He could no longer hold back. Like a man possessed, he thrusted, again and again, fiercely…
When it was over, a faint salty, musky scent lingered in the car.
Jiang Hezhou pulled out a couple of tissues, his breathing still slightly uneven. The lingering afterglow left his mind hazy.
Had this always been this addictive?
He’d never known.
Before, he’d only treated it as a necessary response to physical urges—mechanical, perfunctory, never looking back.
But today, when he thought of Chu Luyu, it felt completely different.
He took out a pack of cigarettes from the center console.
He never smoked. In his entire life, he’d only ever had two.
One was after his father died in a car accident—at the funeral, he’d tried one, wondering if it might ease the pain.
The other was the first time he’d performed an autopsy alone, officially becoming a forensic doctor. He couldn’t explain the feeling, but he’d inexplicably bought a pack and smoked one in a corner.
Growing up, he’d always felt as though his life had been preset—every voice telling him to be disciplined, upright, steady, restrained.
As if he was supposed to follow a path laid out by someone unknown.
Whenever an extreme, uncontrollable thought surfaced, another “correct” voice would quickly suppress it.
He knew he’d lost control again today. But strangely, he didn’t follow his usual habit of reproaching or correcting himself.
He felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure.
His phone buzzed twice. One arm rested on the window frame as he flicked ash outside, while his other hand picked up the phone.
It was a message from Chu Luyu.
[Chu Luyu]: I’m sorry. I was just trying to joke around at dinner. I really didn’t mean to touch you there… I was aiming for your abs…
[Chu Luyu]: I know you must be furious. I’m really sorry QAQ
Below that, she’d sent a sticker—a bunny holding a carrot in apology. Its ears drooped, looking pitiful, staring out from the screen with those helpless eyes.
The urge that had just subsided surged back with a vengeance.
Looking at the pitiful, obedient bunny on the screen, Jiang Hezhou resignedly closed his eyes. He tossed the cigarette aside and reached down again—
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