Zhu Yun pursed her lips into a faint smile. "What's wrong? Is Mr. Chu really that unhappy to see me?"
Chu Shenyu pulled her closer, his arms tightening around her as if that was the only way to soothe the sudden emptiness and desire flooding his heart. "I'm just scared," he admitted. "Scared I'll make a mistake."
"Make a mistake? What kind of mistake?" Zhu Yun put on an innocent act, her voice full of curious wonder.
Her words were like a lit match to a firecracker's fuse, sending a shiver through Chu Shenyu's entire body.
It was precisely this kind of "young and innocent" woman who could awaken the most deeply hidden, primal urges in a man.
His mind was now echoing with all the off-color jokes and crude remarks men shared when they were together.
He, a man once known for his asceticism and self-control—a modern-day Liu Xiahui, as others called him—now had to surrender completely, stepping into the ranks of mere mortals without a fight.
