The moment Lin Ruofei had opened her mouth and told him to run out for snacks, Fang Yu had known full well she was deliberately toying with him. Even so, he knew better than to call her bluff outright; if he did, the little vixen would only dream up other, more devious ways to torment him.
He was, for all intents and purposes, deep in the tiger's den—worse still, a den housing two she-tigers. If so much as a single move or word of his displeased the two young women, he would be the one to suffer the consequences, no question about it.
A wave of helplessness washed over him, yet he had given his word to the family, and taken their money to boot. No matter how grueling or humiliating the task became, he would grit his teeth and see it through.
It was all worth it, for the money at the end of the day.
Besides, guarding this young Miss Yan was child's play compared to the deadly missions he'd undertaken in North Africa once upon a time.
After wandering aimlessly around the neighborhood for a while, Fang Yu had decided to head back to the villa. He'd spin the whole thing off with the excuse that he'd forgotten his wallet, and if the two young women pressed him further, he could always offer to cook something up himself. It was no great hardship.
Yet nothing could have prepared him for the scorching, unanticipated sight that greeted him the moment he stepped back through the door.
Yan Ting and Lin Ruofei were sprawled on the floor in a position so suggestive it made his breath catch, and through the hem of Lin Ruofei's tiny miniskirt, he caught a faint glimpse of her white underwear.
Well, well. Who would have thought a pampered heiress like her had a taste for Mickey Mouse underwear? Fang Yu snickered silently to himself, even as his gaze drifted quickly down from the cute cartoon print to settle on her long, smooth, flawlessly pale thighs.
He had to admit, Lin Ruofei's figure was far more curvaceous than Yan Ting's. For all her youthful, girlish softness, her breasts were full and lush, her thighs sleek and unblemished, so perfect they made Fang Yu's hands itch with the urge to reach out and run his fingers over them.
Even so, he knew full well that if he dared act on that impulse, the two young mistresses would tear him limb from limb without a second thought, such was their fiery temper.
At the thought, a cold sweat broke out across his forehead. He said not a word, only let out a quiet cough and hastily averted his gaze.
"Uh… I wandered around the whole neighborhood, and I couldn't find anywhere that sells the things you asked for." Fang Yu rubbed the bridge of his nose, his gaze drifting to Lin Ruofei, who still lay sprawled lazily on the floor. The corner of his mouth twitched violently. Is this girl deliberately trying to seduce me? Why else would she still be lying there like that?
"Lin Niu, get up this instant!" Beside her, Yan Ting's face had turned thunderous at the sight of Fang Yu's roving, lecherous gaze. She shot him a vicious glare, but the man paid it no mind whatsoever, his eyes still fixed unblinkingly on Lin Ruofei.
"Hey! Hey! Haven't you stared enough, you damn pervert?" Furious at being completely ignored, Yan Ting marched straight over to Fang Yu, planting her hands on her hips and thrusting out her chest—smaller than Lin Ruofei's, but still full and lush all the same—her face contorted with rage.
"Er…" Fang Yu stared at the headstrong, willful young mistress before him, and couldn't help but rub the bridge of his nose again. He'd half a mind to quip that she was blocking his view, but when his eyes fell on the soft curve of her chest, he obediently let his gaze settle right there instead.
"Ah!" It was as if Lin Ruofei had just snapped out of a daze. She shot to her feet in an instant, and with a feral snarl, launched herself straight at Fang Yu, claws bared.
"You rotten bastard! How dare you peep at me!" Lin Ruofei was beside herself with fury, her small hands flailing as she swiped and slapped at Fang Yu, yet she could not land a single hit on him.
"I'm completely innocent!" Fang Yu dodged her wild, uncoordinated swipes with effortless grace, his voice dripping with feigned misery. He could do nothing but shake his head inwardly at the two young mistresses. How was he supposed to look away, when the two of you were so breathtakingly beautiful?