Chapter 3

Chapter 3

That night, Lu Xuzhou stayed up very late.

Claiming he had work to do, he took that Montblanc pen and locked himself in the study until the early hours of the morning.

I only had a hazy sense of someone standing by the bed, watching me.

But sleepiness hit me like a tidal wave, and I couldn’t resist it.

So, I didn’t see.

The curtains blocked out most of the moonlight, leaving only a few specks of starlight to scatter across my pale neck.

Lu Xuzhou reached out.

He placed his hand gently against my neck, as if drawing warmth from my skin and my pulsing heartbeat.

Suddenly, the veins on the back of his hand strained slightly-so subtle it was hard to notice without looking closely.

“Mmh…”

I rolled over in my sleep. Sensing his scent, I subconsciously rubbed my face against the dry, warm hand at my neck.

That hand immediately recoiled as if it had been burned.

Standing by the bed, Lu Xuzhou’s breathing was heavy.

Dark currents swirled in his pitch-black eyes.

It was as if something new was coming to life, about to break through the soil.

[OP, you don’t actually think that just not drinking milk is going to make him mad, do you?]

[OP is so silly.]

[Don’t you have any male colleagues in your life? Bring one out! Make him jealous! Let me tell you, a jealous man is the most vigorous.]

It was another day of blushing at the netizens’ comments.

What do they mean by “vigorous”…

I used a pre-prepared bottle of ice-cold mineral water to cool my face. Just as I was about to reply that I’m a freelancer and don’t have male colleagues, my phone suddenly rang.

Xu Yuan: “Class reunion this weekend. Are you coming?”

I frowned and was about to put the phone down.

Xu Yuan sent another message: “Ming Lei is coming too. We haven’t been doing so well these past few years. You should talk to her.”

Ming Lei and Xu Yuan were both my classmates in university. After graduation, they moved to another province.

Although I didn’t particularly like Xu Yuan, I really did miss Ming Lei after not seeing her for four years.

In the time it took me to casually agree, the netizens were still spamming the thread.

[I think it’ll work. Better yet, find a younger guy. Let your husband ‘accidentally’ see you touching his abs.]

[An older, mature guy isn’t bad either. Lean against his shirt that smells like tobacco~]

[Only an elite businessman can give your husband a sense of crisis. Pull the pen from his breast pocket and slide it along his jawline…]

[Stop, stop, stop. I don’t think OP is capable of doing stuff like that.]

How could I not be capable of it?!

I closed my eyes indignantly and tried to imagine those scenarios.

Fingers sliding over well-defined abs…

A soft chuckle came from above: “Do you like it?”

Why was that Lu Xuzhou’s voice?!

I shook my head.

A shirt smelling of tobacco…

No, that actually makes me want to gag a little.

A pen… a pen…

Lu Xuzhou always had a pen clipped to the breast pocket of his suit, and he even brought it home with him.

It was a birthday gift I had given him years ago.

He once used that pen to…

After a long while.

I closed my eyes in defeat and hammered out a reply on the keyboard:

[I can’t do it. I can’t do any of that.]

Replies appeared instantly:

[I knew it.]

[I knew it.]

[I knew it.]

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