My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 151 Coaxing

Chapter 151: Chapter 151 Coaxing

"Mmm, a little, not too serious."

"You’re such a good girl."

"Ah? What do you mean?"

Li Guang took a drag of his cigarette and asked with a smile, "Does your phone not have a calling feature?"

"..." Fu Ying clutched her phone, whispering, "It does, but I was afraid of clinging too much to you, bothering you, and I did message you on WeChat, right?"

The moonlight outside the window was bright and clear. Li Guang leaned against the windowsill, pinching the cigarette with fingertips, surrounded by swirling smoke. His eyes and brows lowered, stray hairs on his forehead casting shadows, his voice low and slow, tinged with a smile: "So how many WeChat messages have you sent me?"

Fu Ying instinctively uttered an "Ah," thought for a moment and said, "I don’t remember, but I send you good night messages every day."

"Anything else?"

Fu Ying: "No, that’s it."

The line went silent, he suddenly stopped speaking, leaving Fu Ying feeling a little panicky.

In fact, she really did cling to people, depending on the situation.

If he was on vacation and free, as long as he didn’t mind, she could stick by his side all day. But he didn’t get many days off and his work was special, sometimes she felt it was safer to send messages.

"I really was afraid of disturbing you."

After a while, Li Guang heard the girl’s soft, slightly hoarse voice, like feathers brushing across the heart, tickling.

"I know."

Fu Ying said softly, "I want to cling to you too, but your job is special."

"But I’ve been on vacation for two days."

"..." Fu Ying, "But you were taking care of Auntie."

"That doesn’t stop me from taking a call."

Fu Ying looked down: "Are you mad?"

Listening to her soft voice, how could he be upset? Li Guang chuckled, "No, suddenly I think it’s good that you’re like this, so that you can be independent in the future and won’t bother me."

"Brother." His tone was a bit harsh; Fu Ying felt unsettled and said softly, "I’m not treating you like an outsider."

"I know."

"Then don’t be mad."

"I’m not mad."

"But you sound like you are."

"If I’m mad, would you coax me?"

"I would; I don’t like the silent treatment."

"Then come and coax me."

"Ah?" Fu Ying glanced at the clock; it was 8 PM, "So, you’re home?"

"I’m downstairs at your place."

"You’re downstairs?" Fu Ying immediately got out of bed and ran to the window to look down. His tall figure was leaning against the car, looking up in her direction, tilting his head, waving at her.

Fu Ying slipped into her slippers and dashed out, approaching him, she caught the faint scent of tobacco.

Before, Fu Ying really disliked this smell, finding it irritating, but now she seemed to have gotten used to it.

"Go for a walk?"

Fu Ying nodded: "Okay."

The street lamps stretched their shadows longer as they walked; Fu Ying looked down at his hand and took the initiative to hold it.

"Will you coax me?"

Fu Ying cast her eyes downwards, nodding slowly: "Mhm."

"That’s not enough coaxing."

His voice was playful; Fu Ying got the hint.

Her cheeks flushed involuntarily: "I don’t want to, there are people around."

"Then let’s go somewhere there are no people."

He clasped her hand and led her to a secluded place.

The night was deep and silent; the quiet surroundings filled with only their footsteps under the amber street lights.

Fu Ying was pressed against the wall, her lips sealed before she could react. He explored deeply, claiming every corner, enfolding her tightly in his embrace, Fu Ying’s gaze becoming hazy, her body limp, supported entirely by him.

"Yingying." He murmured her name in a low voice, not once leaving her lips, continuing to kiss her passionately.

His voice was tender and lingering, as if ready to pull someone into its depths.

"Mmm?" Fu Ying murmured, the slight upward lilt at the end of her sentence teasing Shen Liguang.

He thought, right now, he wanted to bully her ferociously.

That urge was driving him insane.

Fu Ying sensed something was off about him, her hands pushing against him firmly, "Brother, you... don’t."

He lifted his eyes, the pitch-black pupils growing even deeper.

Fu Ying looked at him, suddenly feeling a bit scared.

"Brother..."

"Mmm..."

His voice was hoarse and harsh.

Fu Ying sniffled, speaking softly, "You... keep calm."

"Very calm."

"Then, why did you start to undo the buttons on my clothes just now?" Fu Ying’s face flushed, her eyes gleaming under the streetlight, looking at him pitifully, as if accusing him.

"I..." Shen Liguang lowered his gaze and rebuttoned the button he had undone, "That’s your fault."

Fu Ying frowned.

"Every time I see you, I feel a strong urge."

"...That’s your problem, you... you’re too lecherous." Fu Ying averted her eyes, looking away, "You weren’t like this before."

"Yes."

"It’s not true, I always thought you were particularly aloof, as if... as if you were devoid of worldly desires."

Shen Liguang laughed, "I often watch legal education TV shows."

Fu Ying shifted, struggling to get out of his embrace.

"I want to go home now."

Shen Liguang held onto her, "Stay with me in the car for a bit longer."

"I’ll just stay for a moment."

"Yeah, just for a moment."

Fu Ying immediately regretted getting into the car.

He moved closer, making the air around her turn thin; his kisses rained down, as if wanting to meld into her body, causing an unspeakable sensation that made it difficult for Fu Ying to breathe, let alone speak. Her thoughts began to blur.

The man before her started to fade away, and all she could hear was his husky, hot, suggestive voice, repeatedly calling her name, as if to bewitch her.

Fu Ying pushed him with her hands, her eyes teary, "Stop, brother... please, don’t kiss me anymore..."

Fu Ying’s strength was no match for his; eventually, she collapsed limply in his arms, gasping for air, her face flushed, the atmosphere in the car growing heated and provocative.

The man leaned in close to her ear, asking with a mischievous smile, "How did it feel just now?"

Fu Ying was embarrassed and too ashamed to speak, "I... I want to go home."

Shen Liguang smiled, "Alright, we’ll go back soon."

Her clothes were disheveled, while his were neat and orderly.

Fu Ying felt so ashamed, she leaned against him, burying her face in his chest.

"Brother, you... you went too far."

The man laughed maliciously, whispering close to her, "There’s worse to come, and you’ll find out sooner or later."

Fu Ying, thinking back to what had just happened, felt her cheeks burn.

"Don’t you... don’t you mind?"

Shen Liguang helped her with her clothes.

"I cherish every part of you," he said, buttoning her up.

Fu Ying bit her lip, opened the car door, and ran back home.

Particularly disheveled, fleeing in panic.

Shen Liguang couldn’t stop laughing, lighting a cigarette and finishing it before heading home.

Fu Ying, hugging her blanket, buried her blushing face inside. The feeling from earlier was truly indescribable.

How could he do such a thing?

Fu Ying felt a strong heat throughout her body, got up to turn on the air conditioning, and went back to bed. The phone lit up; he had sent a message: Good night, my firefly.

Fu Ying didn’t want to reply at first, but her body was more honest,

And then he immediately replied with a voice message, laughter apparent in his voice, saying, "Next time, it’s your turn."