Chapter 322: Fu Yujun & Guan Han [19]
Cui Jiaran's wedding was set for the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, with the bride and bridesmaids arriving at the venue two days early.
Cui Jiaran showed Fu Yujun the sea-view room reserved for her and Guan Han. The room featured a full-length glass wall, beyond which lay a golden beach. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks during high tide was clearly audible.
After spending some time in the room, Fu Yujun felt it had a very "int!mate" atmosphere.
Everything was ready, except for two key elements.
One was Guan Han, who wouldn't arrive until the wedding day, and the other was...
Taking a deep breath, Fu Yujun knocked on Tang Ruoyao's door.
Qin Yinong answered the door. As the epitome of an inseparable couple, Qin Yinong was, of course, constantly by Tang Ruoyao's side—even attending video conferences with her laptop just to accompany her wife on the trip.
In broad daylight, Qin Yinong was wearing a bathrobe, her long hair damp, with a lingering mist of moisture around her neck. The collar of her robe was slightly open, revealing faint, deep red marks.
Fu Yujun fell silent for a moment before saying, "I apologize for disturbing you."
...She was so envious.
Qin Yinong swept her dripping wet hair to one side, her expression carrying a lazy, post-int!macy charm as she calmly replied, "It's alright, no trouble at all."
Fu Yujun: "..."
From inside the room, Tang Ruoyao called out, "Who is it?"
Qin Yinong turned her head and answered, "Fu Yujun."
Tang Ruoyao said, "Tell her to wait a moment."
Fu Yujun stood awkwardly in place.
About half a minute later, Tang Ruoyao called out, "Come in."
Qin Yinong nodded gently and stepped aside to let her pass.
Fu Yujun stepped into the room.
Tang Ruoyao's room was similar to hers—sea view, beach, gentle breeze, and sunny skies. For a couple staying in such a room, it was only natural for things to get a little carried away.
The sliding glass door was open, allowing the sea breeze to drift in from the beach, lifting and curling a corner of the white sheer curtains. Tang Ruoyao was also in a bathrobe, sitting on the balcony outside the glass door. The balcony was furnished with bamboo chairs and a table, and Tang Ruoyao waved for her to join.
Fu Yujun breathed a sigh of relief.
There was no lingering scent in the room, so it seemed things had indeed concluded a while ago.
Fu Yujun sat down opposite Tang Ruoyao.
Qin Yinong brought out two glasses of water from inside and placed them on the table.
Fu Yujun said, "Thank you."
Tang Ruoyao gave Qin Yinong a light kiss on the cheek.
Qin Yinong pinched her cheek affectionately and returned to the room.
Noticing Fu Yujun's gaze, Tang Ruoyao smiled and explained, "She still has work to do, so we can chat out here and not disturb her."
Fu Yujun said wistfully, "My eyes are turning green with envy." She was practically ble3ding jealousy.
It seemed the affection she had witnessed before was just the tip of the iceberg—in private, they were far more inseparable than usual. Even with work to attend to, they still found time for int!mate moments. Their energy and needs were clearly abundant.
Tang Ruoyao responded with a questioning "Hmm?" and said, "Really? Let me see."
Fu Yujun gave her a resentful look.
Tang Ruoyao set aside her teasing and sincerely wished, "You'll have it too one day."
"Thanks for the kind words," Fu Yujun said with a faint smile, though she held little hope in her heart. Even with a fulfilling relationship, her nightlife might never be as vibrant as theirs. Who wouldn't be envious?
Fu Yujun took a sip of water, adjusted her chaotic emotions, and said, "I came to ask for your advice."
"Advice on what?"
"Bed skills."
Tang Ruoyao choked on her water and coughed uncontrollably.
She saw Qin Yinong hurriedly approaching from the window and shook her head at her. Qin Yinong stopped in her tracks. Tang Ruoyao pointed at the water, then shook her head again. Only then did Qin Yinong turn back, glancing over her shoulder repeatedly as she left.
Tang Ruoyao coughed lightly, "Ahem... What did you say?"
Fu Yujun explained how she had Cui Jiaran secretly arrange a room for her.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat, somewhat embarrassed, "You know, I have no experience, and the videos online are all fake. I'm afraid I'll mess up... This is quite important to me, so..."
Tang Ruoyao nodded to show her understanding.
Fu Yujun looked at her with hopeful eyes.
Qin Yinong's reaction when she knocked on the door earlier had only strengthened her resolve to seek Tang Ruoyao's advice.
Tang Ruoyao raised her hand, signaling her to stay calm, and said, "Let me think about how to explain it."
The humid, warm sea breeze of Bali swept across the first-floor terrace overlooking the beach and ocean. Tang Ruoyao generously shared her "knowledge," while Fu Yujun pulled out a notepad and pen from her pocket, earnestly jotting down key points and nodding like a diligent student from time to time.
She was truly putting in a great deal of effort.
....
The wedding arrived as scheduled.
The ceremony was set for the afternoon. In the morning, Cui Jiaran was getting her makeup done in her room, while the other three from Room 405 were having their makeup done as bridesmaids. Their makeup was less elaborate than the bride's, and Tang Ruoyao and Wen Shuxian finished early, changing into their matching bridesmaid dresses.
Fu Yujun sat stiffly in front of the mirror, surrounded by her entire makeup team.
Wen Shuxian, who hadn't applied lipstick yet, was cracking sunflower seeds nearby and joked, "If I didn't see your face, I really wouldn't know who's getting married."
Cui Jiaran didn't mind and teased back, "I'm the one getting married, but Lao Fu is the one with the wedding night."
Tang Ruoyao chimed in, "I second that."
The makeup artist was applying eyeliner to Fu Yujun, who remained perfectly still. Once done, she pleaded, "I'm already nervous enough. Please spare me."
Wen Shuxian laughed so hard she hiccupped, "You're this nervous—how could we possibly spare you?"
Cui Jiaran burst out, "Hahahaha."
Cui Jiaran's makeup artist helplessly reminded her, "Your lipstick is smudged, bride."
Cui Jiaran laughed again, "Sorry, sorry."
Tang Ruoyao looked down at her phone, replying to Qin Yinong's message, and asked, "Did Guan Han say when she'd arrive?"
Fu Yujun replied, "Around one or two in the afternoon."
Of course, Fu Yujun hadn't used that invitation—she kept it for Guan Han as a memento, symbolizing that "love given will not be taken back."
At noon, the early-arriving guests enjoyed a seafood buffet at the hotel, then rested in their assigned rooms, waiting for the wedding to begin. Fu Yujun, on the other hand, wandered around the wedding venue, under the pretense of checking the setup but in reality, waiting for Guan Han.
At 1:30, Guan Han messaged her, saying she would be another half hour late.
Colorful balloons floated in the sky, and pink and white flowers adorned the ivory-white archway leading to the wedding hall. The air was filled with the scent of cream and cake. Outside the hall, the crowd gradually grew—men in elegant suits and women in graceful dresses arrived one after another.
Soothing violin music began to play.
2:15 p.m.
Fu Yujun walked over to Tang Ruoyao, tugged her sleeve, and whispered, "Have you seen Guan Han?"
Tang Ruoyao said, "No, I haven't. Has she arrived?"
Fu Yujun anxiously replied, "Ten minutes ago, she told me she was almost here."
Tang Ruoyao asked, "Have you messaged her to check?"
Fu Yujun said, "I sent it, but she didn't reply, and she's not answering my calls either."
Tang Ruoyao: "..." She said, "Wait a moment."
Tang Ruoyao scanned her surroundings and spotted Qin Yinong within ten steps. Lifting the hem of her dress, she hurried over, with Fu Yujun following closely behind.
Qin Yinong took out her phone and sent a message to Guan Han: [Have you arrived?]
Guan Han replied instantly: [I've arrived]
Qin Yinong showed the message to Fu Yujun and shrugged.
Fu Yujun: "..."
Tang Ruoyao patted her shoulder. "Maybe you upset her somehow. Keep looking."
But if Guan Han was already here, how could Fu Yujun not see her? Among the female guests all dressed in gowns, a tall woman in formal attire should stand out quite noticeably.
Suddenly, Fu Yujun had an realization and let out an "Ah!"
Tang Ruoyao watched as she exclaimed "Ah!" repeatedly while searching among the ladies in dresses one by one.
Tang Ruoyao: "..."
After running halfway across the venue, Fu Yujun finally found her target: Guan Han.
It wasn't entirely Fu Yujun's fault for not recognizing her—Guan Han looked completely different today. Her usual, unchanging formal attire had been replaced by a white dress, a matching small purse, and slender, well-proportioned legs adorned with a pair of high heels.
Her long, straight hair was slightly curled at the ends, and she had removed her silver-framed glasses. Her eyes sparkled, with dark pupils, likely due to wearing contact lenses.
Her delicate features were now fully and clearly visible, giving her a completely refreshed aura.
Fu Yujun stood frozen in front of Guan Han, who remained expressionless and exuded a low-pressure aura. "Manager Guan?"
Guan Han turned and walked away without a word.
Fu Yujun quickly chased after her. "Guan Han!"
Guan Han was both embarrassed and furious. She had agonized for three whole days over whether to wear a dress. In the end, she swallowed her pride and asked her younger sister, Guan He, for advice, buying a new clutch and high heels.
She wasn't used to wearing contact lenses—they made her eyes sore and tired, and she couldn't help but tear up.
But Guan He insisted she looked better without glasses, so Guan Han forced herself to get used to them, resisting the urge to rub her eyes, though she couldn't stop blinking frequently.
She endured all of this.
Though she never said it out loud, deep down, she wanted to surprise Fu Yujun. Every girl in love hopes to show her best side to her partner.
However...
When Guan Han entered, Fu Yujun was just five steps away. Guan Han walked past her, holding her white purse elegantly in front of her, head slightly lowered.
Fu Yujun didn't recognize her.
After that, Guan Han stayed at a distance, revealing only a partial side profile or her back. Fu Yujun scurried around the venue like a headless fly but still couldn't find her.
Guan Han suddenly felt that her efforts were utterly foolish—she shouldn't have gone to such trouble!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her steps grew larger, and though her high heels made it hard to walk steadily, she relied on her strong sense of balance, moving as if gliding on water, almost flying.
Fu Yujun couldn't keep up at all.
Breathless, she chased Guan Han all the way to the women's restroom. Leaning on the sink, she gasped for air while all the stalls remained closed.
Not wanting to knock on each door, Fu Yujun apologized from outside. "I'm sorry. You can be as angry as you want, just don't ignore me."
Fu Yujun added, "Also, you look really beautiful today. I never expected you to dress so differently from usual. I haven't seen enough—can you let me see you again?"
Fu Yujun: "Guan Han, are you in there?"
A stall door opened. Fu Yujun eagerly stepped forward, only to see an unfamiliar face emerge—a young woman holding a handbag, likely a guest from the groom's side.
Fu Yujun offered an apologetic slight bow.
A flicker of delight crossed the woman's face. "Are you Fu Yujun?" she asked.
Fu Yujun, still scanning behind her to avoid missing Guan Han, replied politely, "Hello, yes, I am."
The woman said, "I'm your fan. I loved your role as Yang Bamei. When I heard Sister Cui was getting married, I wondered if you'd be a bridesmaid. I never expected to actually run into you here, and so coincidentally too."
Fu Yujun smiled. "Thank you."
The woman continued, "Could I get your autograph? I have paper and a pen with me." She began unzipping her handbag.
Just then, another stall door opened. Fu Yujun's eyes lit up, and she immediately stepped forward, blocking the woman who emerged. "Guan Han."
Guan Han had already put her glasses back on, her gaze icy behind the lenses.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes."
"Speak."
"I was wrong."
"I heard you. Anything else?"
"Stop avoiding me."
Guan Han brushed her arm aside, but Fu Yujun blocked her path again.
Guan Han simply wrapped an arm around her waist, lifted her, and set her aside. But as she loosened her grip, Fu Yujun seized the opportunity to embrace her.
Guan Han: "..."
This shameless woman.
The fan, still holding the paper and pen, broke the awkward silence. "Um... is your relationship real?"
Guan Han: "No."
Fu Yujun: "Yes."
Guan Han glared at her. Fu Yujun amended, "Half-true, half-false. Take it as you will."
The young woman, watching the two locked in an embrace, tucked her paper and pen away with a smile. "I won't disturb you two anymore." She tactfully withdrew, leaving only Fu and Guan in the restroom.
Guan Han's voice dropped low. "Let go."
Fu Yujun released her waist but took her hand instead. "Let's talk somewhere else."
"Who wants to talk to you?"
"You." Fu Yujun pulled her along without another word, heading to a quieter, less crowded spot.
Guan Han shook off her hand, though not with much force.
Fu Yujun gazed at her intently, a hint of infatuated obsession in her eyes. She always looked at her with that "even if the world is vast, my eyes see only you" expression.
Guan Han's anger shifted to discomfort. Suppressing the urge to tuck her hair behind her ear, she changed the subject. "Aren't you a bridesmaid? Why are you so free?"
"You're the one who ran off as soon as you saw me." Fu Yujun pouted pitifully.
Guan Han: "..." Who should really be the one feeling wronged here?
Fu Yujun took Guan Han's right hand in both of hers, swinging it gently side to side. "I was wrong, okay? I did see you, but the pretty lady was just too stunning. I was so focused on thinking about you that I didn't look closely, so I didn't recognize you."
Guan Han: "...Are you saying I don't usually look good?"
Fu Yujun sweetly replied, "Not at all! You're always beautiful, but today you're exceptionally gorgeous. You should wear dresses more often."
Guan Han scoffed dismissively,, "Hmph."
Fu Yujun snuggled into her embrace. "Forgive me, please forgive me~"
Feeling the warmth and softness pressed against her, Guan Han fought back a smile and said abruptly, "Someone's coming."
Fu Yujun instantly straightened up, a look of sheer panic on her face.
Guan Han let out a soft chuckle.
Seeing no one was actually there, Fu Yujun immediately relaxed again, blinking her eyes. "So, have you forgiven me?"
Guan Han evaded the question, "I'm going for a walk by myself. You should go receive the guests."
Fu Yujun had already gotten her answer—the alarm was lifted. She led Guan Han back to where the guests were gathered outside the hall before returning to Tang Ruoyao and Wen Shuxian.
Qin Yinong approached, squinting as she looked Guan Han over, then nodded approvingly. "Absence makes the heart grow stronger."
Guan Han, holding a small plate of cake, nearly dropped her fork in surprise.
"Sister Qin..." she murmured, her face flushing with embarrassment as she pleaded softly.
Qin Yinong, at the top of the social hierarchy, laughed heartily. Life truly was amusing.
The auspicious hour arrived. Guests chatting outside gathered at both ends of the red carpet, their faces filled with blessings and smiles as they watched the newlyweds approach hand in hand.
The groom stood tall and straight, the bride dignified and graceful. Pink and white petals fluttered in their wake.
Qin Yinong tightened her grip on Tang Ruoyao's hand.
Fu Yujun glanced sideways at Guan Han's calm expression, then hooked her pinky finger around Guan Han's. When met with no resistance, she slowly intertwined their fingers until they were fully clasped.
Guan Han tilted her head to glance at her but said nothing.
Wen Shuxian rested one hand on Tang Fei's shoulder. Tang Fei had grown to 180 cm this year—tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a full white suit with silver sleeve garters. Aside from a trace of youthful high school innocence on his face, he looked every bit a handsome adult man. Holding Qin Jianing's hand with his right, he courteously bent his left arm for Wen Shuxian to link with.
Wen Shuxian beamed with delight, chattering to Tang Ruoyao about her brother as they entered the hall.
The bride and groom exchanged vows before the priest, traded rings, and shared a kiss.
After the ceremony, Cui Jiaran held a bouquet. Wen Shuxian was the first to react, darting forward.
"The bouquet toss!"
All unmarried women gathered eagerly. Fu Yujun tried to pull Guan Han along, but Guan Han stood firm, so she went alone. Married Tang Ruoyao didn't participate, but Qin Yinong, feeling playful, eyed the bouquet with keen interest.
Tang Ruoyao suggested, "Why don't you join them?"
Qin Yinong laughed. "Never mind. We can toss bouquets for fun at home later."
Tang Ruoyao couldn't help but chuckle.
Everyone counted down in unison: "Three, two, one—"
Cui Jiaran turned her back to the unmarried women and tossed the bouquet forcefully behind her. It traced a graceful arc through the air. Fu Yujun and Wen Shuxian leaped up simultaneously, but Fu Yujun's slight height advantage secured her the bouquet.
Wen Shuxian cur$ed under her breath.
Fu Yujun, beaming like a child, rushed to Guan Han to show off her prize.
Wen Shuxian cur$ed again.
Guan Han pressed her lips together, silent.
Annoyed, Wen Shuxian started chanting, "Get married! Get married! Get married!"
Cui Jiaran joined in: "Get married! Get married! Get married!"
The crowd caught on, looking at each other and echoing: "Get married! Get married! Get married!"
Guan Han: "..."
Had attending this wedding been a complete mistake from the start?
Fu Yujun quickly raised her hand to quiet the crowd, easing the chill that had settled on Guan Han's expression.
Cui Jiaran, reading the room, smoothly shifted the topic with her husband's help.
Fu Yujun, having unintentionally caused a stir, spoke cautiously to Guan Han: "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to share the joy with you."
Guan Han gave a soft "Mm."
Fu Yujun immediately put the blame on someone else, "It's all Wen Shuxian's fault."
Guan Han, being fair-minded, considered the logic and her expression softened. She gave another quiet "Mm."
"Not angry anymore?"
"Mm."
"Say something else."
"Noisy."
"Hahaha." Fu Yujun laughed and said, "You're really cute."
Guan Han wanted to use a chair leg from the auditorium to shut her up.
So noisy.
After the group photo, everyone went to the hotel to take their seats. The bride and groom changed outfits and came to toast.
Fu Yujun leveraged her personal relationship with Cui Jiaran to forcibly arrange for Guan Han to sit at their table. Since most of the guests were outsiders, Guan Han didn't know anyone, so sitting with them was just right.
There was red wine, white liquor, and beer. Fu Yujun poured herself a glass of white liquor.
Wen Shuxian exclaimed, "Wow, Lao Fu, you're on fire today! Not leaving until you're drunk? Come on, bottoms up!"
Fu Yujun shot her a light glare.
Drunk? If she got drunk, how would she seduce Guan Han? She was using the alcohol to boost her courage, aiming for that tipsy-but-not-drunk state where she could act boldly without restraint. White liquor hits hard.
Fu Yujun clinked glasses with Wen Shuxian and took a small sip of the liquor. Her stomach immediately burned, and she frowned uncomfortably, letting out a soft sigh. A thin layer of sweat even formed at her temples.
Guan Han furrowed her brows.
By the time Fu Yujun took her third sip, a hand covered the rim of her glass.
Fu Yujun blinked happily.
Guan Han said, "It smells bad."
Fu Yujun pointed to the red wine bottle.
Guan Han hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.
Fu Yujun poured half a glass of red wine. Red wine has a lingering aftereffect—that would work just fine.
Watching Fu Yujun drink more than the bride herself, Guan Han couldn't shake the feeling that she was unusually excited tonight, and an ominous premonition began to stir within her.
Guan Han rarely drank alcohol outside of social engagements. Alcohol could slow reaction times and affect precision—martial artists should avoid it. So, aside from merely wetting her lips when Cui Jiaran toasted, she hadn't touched a drop.
After the wedding banquet, some guests returned to their assigned rooms to rest, while others headed to the beach in front of the hotel to stroll under the moonlight or laugh and play around.
Guan Han disliked crowds and went straight back to her room.
Swiping her key card to open the door, she was stunned upon entering. The spacious living room offered a panoramic sea view through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and through the open bedroom door, she could see an equally massive interior. Was such luxury even real? Money really could buy anything.
She tested the soft sofa in the living room—it was so comfortable she nearly sank into it. Crossing her legs, she narrowed her eyes, gazed ahead with a hint of disdain, and puckered her lips, mimicking the cigarette-lighting pose from God of Gamblers, pretending to be Chow Yun-fat in a moment of teenage cringe.
Once she had money, she would definitely buy a house with a view of a river or the sea. A good view could lift one's spirits.
Suddenly, the door emitted a "beep"—the sound of someone unlocking it from the outside.
Guan Han uncrossed her legs and turned her head, casting a stern look toward the door.
Fu Yujun stood at the entrance.
"I thought you weren't here. Sorry." she said.
Guan Han narrowed her eyes. "How do you have a key card?"
Fu Yujun closed the door behind her, looking slightly awkward. "Well, there aren't enough rooms. Jiaran said since we often hang out and know each other well, she asked me to stay here for the night."
Guan Han looked skeptical.
Fu Yujun immediately added, "There are hotels nearby. I can book a separate room. I don't want to trouble you."
"Stop," Guan Han said. "I'll sleep on the sofa."
Fu Yujun replied, "That won't do. Let me take the sofa."
Guan Han's gaze allowed no argument.
Fu Yujun reluctantly agreed.
Sleeping in the living room is perfect—there's no door lock there. Later, when she's "drunk and uninhibited," unable to control herself, with desire flowing like a river, overflowing and unstoppable, won't Guan Han be hers for the taking?
Fu Yujun started by making small talk: "Why didn't you go to the beach? Qin Yinong and Tang Ruoyao both went."
Guan Han's eyes lit up slightly as she said, "Really? Then I'll go now. You drank a lot tonight, so just go to sleep after your shower."
Fu Yujun: "..."
Wait, was she... actually going?
Guan Han really did go, partly to avoid Fu Yujun and partly to indulge in some sweet moments at the scene.
Fu Yujun, meticulous as she was, had overlooked one thing—she forgot that Guan Han was a firm CP fan. She had ended up shooting herself in the foot.
She waited alone in the empty room until around 11 p.m., when Guan Han finally returned, carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
Fu Yujun stepped out of her room, initially feeling rather dejected. But upon catching the whiff of alcohol, she couldn't suppress the delight that danced at the corners of her eyes and brows. "Did you drink?"
Guan Han gave a soft "Mm," and replied casually, "Sister Qin and the others were having a barbecue on the beach. I had a little beer."
"How much did you drink?" Fu Yujun asked.
Truly, the heavens were on her side! An unexpected stroke of luck.
Guan Han tilted her head, looking at Fu Yujun's radiant smile with confusion. "You seem... very happy?"
Fu Yujun slightly reined in her overwhelming joy and said, "No, I'm just happy to see you."
Guan Han chuckled softly, a hint of indulgence flickering in her gaze.
Her expressions were rarely this lively—she must have had enough to drink to be slightly tipsy. Even if the alcohol didn't intoxicate her, the CP moments certainly did. Fu Yujun was quite pleased with herself, mentally rehearsing her plan. The mix of white and red wine in her stomach burned, making her eyes slightly red.
Guan Han took off her glasses and rubbed her temples. "Do you want to shower first, or should I?"
Fu Yujun smiled brightly. "You go first."
Suddenly alert, Guan Han put her glasses back on and said, "You go first."
Fu Yujun continued smiling. "Okay."
It made no difference either way.
While Fu Yujun was showering, Guan Han stayed in the living room, even closing the bedroom door to avoid being distracted by the sound of running water.
She lay sideways on the sofa, propping her cheek with one hand, feigning sleep. The moment she heard the door handle turn, her eyes snapped open. Fu Yujun stood frozen at the bedroom door, inwardly fretting: 'She's way too alert. Will my plan even work later?'
"Finished showering?"
"Mm."
Guan Han's glasses were on the coffee table. Only when Fu Yujun approached did she notice that Guan Han's eyes were actually almond-shaped—round and clear, with a soft double eyelid, giving off a pure and gentle vibe.
If she weren't wearing glasses and looked at people with those eyes, she'd probably lose most of her authority. Especially when widened, they'd only add to her charm.
Fu Yujun cleared her throat and said, "I've laid out your clothes in the bathroom. You can go straight in."
Guan Han nodded. "Thank you."
When Guan Han came out after her shower, Fu Yujun was already in the bedroom, standing with her back to her.
Guan Han glanced down to check the tie of her robe, tightening the collar. Just then, Fu Yujun turned around and waved her over. "You can see the moon from here. Want to join me?"
Guan Han declined, "No need."
Two women alone in a room—Guan Han, no longer naive, didn't dare take the risk.
She didn't even give Fu Yujun a chance to meet her eyes before stepping out of the bathroom.
Fu Yujun picked up her phone nearby, logged into her Lofter account, and curled her lips into a slight smile.
Guan Han received a private message from "For_Love_lf."
[Get on QQ.]
Guan Han logged into her alternate account and fell silent at the fanwork "For_Love_lf" had created for her.
QinTangIsReal: [It's not Saturday today, why...]
For_Love_lf: [It's the holidays. Inspiration struck, so I finished early and sent it to you.]
QinTangIsReal: [...]
For_Love_lf: [Hurry and read it. Tell me what you think when you're done.]
Guan Han held her breath, trying not to project herself or Fu Yujun into the story as she finished reading this high-end Maserati-level fanfiction. After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, she replied.
QinTangIsReal: [Good.]
For_Love_lf: [Hehe, thank you.]
QinTangIsReal: [You're welcome.]
With the perfect timing, favorable conditions, and even the groundwork laid, Fu Yujun turned off the bedroom light and slowly bided her time in her room. Half an hour later, she quietly cracked open the door. The living room was pitch black, with only the vague silhouette of a figure lying on the sofa.
Fu Yujun held her breath and tiptoed out, making no sound at all.
Guan Han, after all, didn't have built-in infrared detection. Lulled by the alcohol, she remained undisturbed. Fu Yujun stopped in front of her, bent down, and gently captured her upper lip with her own.
Applying slight pressure, she moved to the lower lip—moist, deepening the kiss.
Guan Han woke up.
Her chest heaved heavily as she recognized only a blurry figure in the darkness, her eyes flashing with a cold light.
She reached out and grabbed the other person by the collar, only to feel something soft and smooth.
Fu Yujun's voice was slightly hoarse as she said, "It's me," suppressing a barely noticeable tension.
Guan Han used the remote to open the curtains, letting the moonlight stream in, and looked at her calmly. "Why did you come out?"
Fu Yujun: "..."
She was just too rational—so rational that Fu Yujun had no idea how to seduce her.
Forget it!
Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, Fu Yujun grabbed Guan Han's head and kissed her again.
Guan Han pressed her hands against Fu Yujun's shoulders and her knee against Fu Yujun's, pushing with all her strength. The result was an absurd scene: Fu Yujun was lifted entirely into the air, with only her lips still stubbornly pressed against Guan Han's, refusing to let go.
Fu Yujun, now drifting further away: "..."
Finally, the length of her neck was no longer enough to sustain the kiss. Seizing the opportunity to speak, Guan Han frowned in confusion and asked, "What are you doing?"
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