em, sounded pleasant, yet they inexplicably left a suffocating pressure on the air.He has never called her that before.Last time, she admitted to regretting provoking him. Huo Mingzheng was proud and..."I'm feeling unwell because I have a cold. Why didn't you say anything yesterday"

Fu Yan looked like a hedgehog that had been stepped on, spines bristling all over. "You're saying you won't let me apologize to Shen Wei"

Ho Mingzheng took out his cigarette case and lighter, struck a match, and lit one. His eyes, shrouded in smoke, seemed particularly cold. His tone was ambiguous, whether it was mockery or anger, "Since you care so much about your body, how do you have the energy to bake cakes for others"

Fu Yan glared at him.

She made a cake for Fu Hánlín, and no one else knew about it.

How did he...

Fu Yan wanted to ask him if he had seen the cake last night, but before she could speak, she realized she shouldn't.

If she asked, it means she knew Huo Mingzheng had been to her house and indirectly admitted that she pretended to be asleep.

She pretended to be clueless, "I don't know what you're talking about, what cake"

Ho Mingzheng let out a light chuckle and brushed off some ash.

Ashes fell, and Fu Yan's hand recoiled sharply from the heat.

Huo Mingzheng's smile suddenly deepened, yet it sent chills down one's spine. Before Fu Yan could react, he grabbed her neck and pulled her into his arms, leaning down to seal her lips with his own.

The intense nicotine stung her nostrils, Fu Yan instinctively struggled, Huo Mingzheng blocked her rigidly as if punishing her. When the smoke rolled around in her lungs for a circle, she choked and tears streamed out before he finally relented.

Fu Yan covered her neck and coughed violently. Fresh air poured into her throat, bringing a searing pain.

She was scolded to the point of tears, her tears splattering on the wooden floor.

She turned to open the door, but suddenly remembered that the man outside with Shen Wei was probably still looking for her. If she went out now and happened to meet Shen Wei, it would be too coincidental and easily reveal their secret. Shen Wei would most likely guess it was her.

Just as she hesitated, Huo Mingzheng pressed his hand against the door, smoking a cigarette in his mouth. With his other hand, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.

She instinctively tensed up, “What are you doing”

Hu Mingzheng walked to the table, snuffed out his cigarette butt, and pulled Fu Yan toward the back of the screen.

Fu Yan was a little scared.

Just now, Huo Mingzheng's domineering actions made her instinctively fear and recoil. She didn't know if it was right or wrong to get involved with Shen Wei and him again for revenge. She had never seen Huo Mingzheng like this before.

It was as if a madman dwelled deep within his soul, so perfectly fitting.

"Ho Mingzheng, let me go! What do you want to do"

Huo Mingzheng pulled open the sliding door with one hand, and with a bang, the door hit the top and bounced back a short distance.

The hot steam from the onsen forms a layer of white mist in the air, and under the glow of neon lights, it's as beautiful as a fairyland.

But her spine suddenly went cold.

She struggled to leave.

Ho Mingzheng pulled her back, single-handedly peeling open her shirt. Underneath her coat, she wore a new Chinese style long dress with a clasp neckline. Ho Mingzheng tugged at it a few times.

His three-dimensional, sharply defined facial contours glowed with an unearthly allure under the neon lights, both captivating and terrifying.

The clasp broke, and he tore open her collar. "You wanted to soak in the hot spring, right Let me cure your cold."n the spacious dressing room, wearing a dress. She reached her hand to the back to zip it up, but could only reach halfway. Her hand got stuck if she tried to go any higher, and she couldn't quite rea...