Hot, super hot.
Gu Fuqiao was parched from the heat.
"Master, I swear I'll submit the manuscript soon, don't ss around..." Gu Fuqiao said in a daze, unwilling to open her eyes.
The 'Master' in Gu Fuqiao's mouth is her novel's editor and roommate.
Having an editor as a roommate has its pros and cons; Gu Fuqiao, for missing deadlines, has had the air conditioning turned off three tis this month as a warning from the Master.
"Really, hurry up and turn on the air conditioning, I'm going to die from the heat." Gu Fuqiao muttered in protest, but she didn't hear any response from the editor.
Unable to endure the heat, Gu Fuqiao licked her lips with her tongue and rolled over, trying to reach the edge of the bed to get the air conditioning remote.
Her leg was draped over sothing hard; was there a stick on her bed? Could it be the Master found so weird object to pressure her to write? Placing this random thing on her bed?
Whatever, getting beaten is minor, dying from heat is major!
Gu Fuqiao continued to reach out blindly for the air conditioning remote.
Her small hand swayed around, until suddenly... it landed on sothing hard, yet slightly elastic.
That thing moved, it's alive!
"Oh shit, what is this!" Gu Fuqiao's sleepiness vanished instantly, she sat up abruptly, and her head landed in the palm of a man's hand.
Gu Fuqiao looked up in surprise and found herself, and the man she just touched, sitting on the sa bed—a man with bulging, well-defined muscles, naked from the waist up!
Yes, the sa bed!
"You... you..." As a hobody, the only place Gu Fuqiao had seen n's bodies was in action films on her phone; she had never seen one in real life.
Moreover, none of those bodies were as attractive as the man's in front of her...
So, irresistibly, under the man's sharp gaze, Gu Fuqiao's slender white neck moved slightly as she swallowed.
This man had defined features, every aspect filled with a fierce and upright charisma.
Though different from the popular young studs, he exceeded those strong types like Gao Changjian whom Gu Fuqiao fancied!
But with a man suddenly appearing in her room, Gu Fuqiao found the situation rather serious and felt she should get clarity first.
The man was puzzled by the normally cold-spoken Gu Fuqiao's stare.
For a mont, his handso brows knitted slightly, and he released his grip on Gu Fuqiao's head.
Only then did Gu Fuqiao realize that if the man hadn't held her head, she might have bumped into his chin.
Judging by the firmness of that chin, if she had bumped into it, she wondered how painful it would be.
She touched her own head, sowhat embarrassed, and said, "Thank you, but you..."
"Knock knock knock." Just as Gu Fuqiao was about to ask who this man was, a rhythmic knocking ca from outside the wooden door.
Upon hearing the knock, the man ignored Gu Fuqiao, got up, threw on a jacket, and went out.
As the man went out to check the door, Gu Fuqiao realized she wasn't in her own ho.
This room was a typical old house structure, lacking any surplus decorative patterns—just a camp bed, a small wardrobe that was still unvarnished, pure wood, occasionally emitting a wood fragrance unique to the rural nature.
Then, there was nothing else.
Gu Fuqiao looked up and found not to ntion air conditioning, there wasn't even a fan.
"Oh my god, I've either traveled through ti or the Master is ssing with ." Gu Fuqiao wondered what was going on.
Then the man's voice ca from outside.
"Captain Yan, the leader wants you to co to his office imdiately."
Captain Yan? Gu Fuqiao thought the na sounded familiar. She recalled her new book idea was a novel set in the 1980s, where the male lead Yan Zhen Guo served as the code-nad A team leader of a special operations group, known as Captain Yan.
Gu Fuqiao looked around, incredulous, and quickly pulled off the blanket covering her, but she hadn't even gotten out of bed yet.
She felt an indescribable soreness in her inner thigh.
"Um." Gu Fuqiao let out a muffled groan; although she hadn't experienced physical intimacy, she had written plenty about it and suspected this was a consequence of an intimate night, and judging from the feeling, it was quite severe...
Hiss...
Gu Fuqiao gently sucked in a breath.
"Mm, I got it." The man outside listened keenly to the slightest movent inside the house, responded, closed the door, turned around, and walked back into the room.
Looking at the woman half-curled at the bed's edge.
Yan Zhen Guo recalled yesterday's events.
Gu Fuqiao had been married to him for over a month, always cold-spoken, not letting him onto the bed; yesterday, after drinking heavily with his brothers, he returned ho to find her still so distant.
His emotions weren't clear at the ti, he acted forcefully and took care of her.
This morning he woke up habitually at six, saw the woman in deep sleep avoiding him, he was troubled, not expecting Yan Zhen Guo would force his wife into intimacy.
Gu Fuqiao noticed Yan Zhen Guo's gaze; she looked up at the figure standing straight by the bed.
At this mont, in the man's eyes, Gu Fuqiao resembled a frightened little rabbit.
Which she practically was.
Gu Fuqiao swallowed in fear.
Yan Zhen Guo assud yesterday's incident had hurt her; although he felt slightly regretful, he still spoke with a cold tone, "Gu Fuqiao, since you're married to , Yan Zhen Guo, so things you need to learn to accept gradually."
The man's pace was asured, yet in Gu Fuqiao's mind, it detonated a thunderous realization!
Yan Zhen Guo! Yan Zhen Guo! Yan Zhen Guo!
Turns out it's him!
Gu Fuqiao shot up, standing on the bed, staring straight into Yan Zhen Guo's dark eyes.
Gu Fuqiao stood just above 160 cm; Yan Zhen Guo was 185 cm; the bed was about 35 cm high, calculating it, Gu Fuqiao was slightly taller than Yan Zhen Guo standing on the bed now.
However, once she stood, disaster struck.
She gasped, her lip corner twitched before she quickly sat back down on the bed.
The pain in her inner thigh, she suspected it was either scraped or sothing else.
"If it hurts, I'll take you to the clinic in the afternoon." Yan Zhen Guo seeing Gu Fuqiao's condition, frowned and said.
"No." Gu Fuqiao had no face for such shaful matters at a clinic, moreover, her priority was to confirm if this person was indeed the male lead Yan Zhen Guo.
If he was, she would be in big trouble.
"Big brother, were you born in 1953, native of B City, currently Team A captain?" Gu Fuqiao nervously looked at Yan Zhen Guo.
Upon hearing Gu Fuqiao's words, Yan Zhen Guo's expression subtly changed.
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