Pressed so close, the he could clearly inhale Luo Shuangyu's intoxicating fragrance. A primal heat surged through him, and he couldn't resist leaning even closer to the young woman's delicate frame, whether intentionally or not.
"Why are they only searching me? Aren't they searching you too?" Luo Shuang asked, puzzled. She turned her head, her nose accidentally brushing against the masked youth's chin, their breaths mingling. He caught the fragrance of her breath, and the young woman blushed, turning away, unable to meet his gaze. Her eyelashes trembled incessantly with nervous shyness. Meanwhile, Su Chen mentally warned his "brother" below not to press against her buttocks and frighten her.
"Chen Liwu only knows Madam Lu is going to deliver the Jade Pendant. How could he possibly know about me, the unexpected interloper?" Su Chen whispered, his lips almost touching Luo Shuang's earlobe.
"The Killer brothers who saw me can no longer speak. Now, only heaven, earth, you, and I know. If you don't betray me, how could they ever discover the existence of this hero who saved you?"
"Exactly! If I don't tell Chen Liwu about you, my little hero who saved the damsel in distress, then you'll have to take me in and protect me properly," Luo Shuang said, playing hard to get before finally smiling sweetly. "Otherwise, if I were to fall into Chen Liwu's hands, I couldn't guarantee your safety either!"
After a few minutes of searching, the police cars and SUVs surged toward other main streets, and the night's silence finally returned outside the window.
Su Chen switched on the wall lamp, its dim light illuminating the young woman's beauty. He feigned a menacing grin and chuckled, "Oh, so after I save your life, you dare threaten your savior? Are you planning to betray me to Chen Liwu?"
"If you insist on kicking me out, I can't promise I won't," Luo Shuang pouted her lips, her voice a coquettish mix of truth and jest. "After all, I'm no hero. I'm just a fragile woman who can't endure torture. I'd have no choice but to reveal your little hero act!"
Beneath her cheeks lay a graceful neck against the low-cut neckline of her blouse. The creamy expanse of her chest, rose and fell gently with each breath, revealing the tantalizing curves of her full-firm breasts.
Pressed close to her, Su Chen feasted his eyes on her exquisite features, inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of her body, and reveled in the soft fullness of her flesh. His mind reeled with intoxication, and he grinned menacingly, threatening, "Then I'll have to strike first. I might as well silence you permanently—kill you to eliminate all future troubles!"
"Kill me, then," Luo Shuang retorted. "You saved my life anyway; it belongs to you sooner or later." Only then did she notice the youth's burning gaze lingering on her neck and breasts, and the overwhelming masculine aura radiating from his body. Flustered and disoriented, she stammered shyly, "I'd rather die by your hand than at the hands of those pig-like Killer brothers..." Realizing the ambiguity of her words, she blushed crimson, mortified.
"Do you really think that? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you to silence you?" Su Chen leaned down from her low neckline, his gaze lingering on the cleavage and the pair of firm rounded breasts. Her soft, voluptuous figure overwhelmed him and he could no longer restrain himself. His hard cock pressed boldly against Luo Shuang's flat, tender abdomen.
Luo Shuang felt his precocious audacity once again. Flustered, she looked at him, wanting to push him away but afraid of hurting his pride.
"I'm sorry, Madam Lu. I didn't mean to!" Su Chen whispered, his lips nearly brushing her delicate earlobe as he forced his lower body to pull back slightly from her abdomen.
Luo Shuang noticed the masked youth growing embarrassment, his eyes revealing the bashfulness of a young man. He reminded her of her nephew when he would tease and flirt with her. She couldn't bring herself to blame him too harshly.
"I can't fight you, and I don't want to run," Luo Shuang murmured, her eyes closing slightly. "You saved my life anyway. If you want to kill me to silence me, I won't resent you as a ghost later."
"Ah, it's a pity my hands have never harmed a woman, let alone kill one as defenseless as you," Su Chen sighed. Seeing Luo Shuang's closed eyes, which only accentuated her fragile beauty, he couldn't resist leaning in to press a light kiss against her soft cheek.
"You!" Luo Shuang gasped, her body trembling slightly. Overwhelmed by shame, anger, and panic, tears welled in her eyes as she choked out, "You claim you don't harm women? Yet you dare to take advantage of a widow who has just lost her husband?"
The masked youth, struck with remorse, hurriedly apologized. "Forgive me. It was wrong of me. Your youth and beauty... I lost myself for a moment. I truly forgot your recent tragedy. You may scold or strike me as you please; I won't complain."
"You're my savior. How could I ever hit or scold you?" Luo Shuang said, finding the his genuine nature and direct compliment about her youth and beauty secretly pleasing.
Though her husband, Lu Wenxiong, was missing and his fate unknown, she had no choice but to rely on this mysterious youth for protection. She chided him softly, "What 'young and beautiful'? Where did you learn such flattery? Can you do me a favor? The Dead Fatty smashed my phone earlier. Could you call my sister for me? If you call her, we'll both be safe. She'll definitely send someone to protect us."
"Making a call is no problem, but..." The masked youth leaned closer to Luo Shuang's face, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. "How do you plan to thank me?"
Luo Shuang blushed and frantically dodged his scorching lustful gaze. But with her back pressed against the wall and her slender waist held firmly by him, there was nowhere to hide, no escape. Yet, in this moment, she found herself unwilling to resist.
Perhaps the night's events—her husband's kidnapping, Killer brothers lewd advances—had left her feeling powerless, even allowing this boy, barely older than her nephew, to witness her vulnerability. She felt a strange compulsion, fueled by the youth's life-saving act and the accidental physical contact earlier. In this tense night, her intimate depths grew wet and hot.
As the masked youth's face drew closer, especially those familiar lustful eyes, his lips neared hers. The boy's fiery youthful breath warmed her flushed cheeks, stirring her heart into a chaotic frenzy.
Perhaps it was because she hadn't received her husband's affection in so long, or perhaps he simply couldn't satisfy her physical and emotional needs. Or perhaps her subconscious harbored other desires. As she watched her nephew grow from a child into a young man, she couldn't help but feel a growing fondness for him. Despite being married for years, she had only given birth to one daughter, leaving her without a son.
Even when her nephew reached adolescence, around twelve or thirteen, and she occasionally caught him stealing glances at her—at her perky breasts, her round buttocks, and her slender, stockinged legs—she felt no anger. Instead, she secretly rejoiced.
Now, Luo Shuang felt a mix of shyness and nervousness as she watched the masked youth lips draw closer to her own. Her palms grew clammy with anxiety, yet she dared not push him away. Her eyes closed tightly in embarrassment, as if this were her first love's first kiss. Her lips trembled in anticipation of the young man's ardent kiss, and her hidden depths between her legs grew moist.