Chapter 27 What is considered as a hooligan?
Time seemed to freeze in an instant; the silence around them was deafening—so profound that one could hear the wind blowing against the window behind them.
The sensation of warm breath against her forehead made Lin Li feel a sudden flush of heat. Snapping out of her daze, she hurriedly tried to push herself up, but what her hands touched made her freeze. She slowly lowered her gaze, and upon realizing exactly where her hands were resting, she was stunned speechless; the moment the realization fully hit, her face turned a brilliant, burning red!
Lin Li screamed internally: *Oh my God! Where did I put my hands?!*
Compared to the earlier flush of heat, she now felt as though she were being roasted alive; her body temperature seemed so high that if someone cracked a raw egg onto her, it would instantly fry into a sunny-side-up egg!
Lin Li felt completely paralyzed, afraid to move a muscle. In fact, she had even forgotten to breathe; she held her breath, her face flushed a deep crimson.
"Aren't you planning to get up?" Zhou Han’s voice came from above—cold and almost entirely devoid of emotion.
Lin Li finally snapped back to reality and hurriedly pulled her hands away; in her haste, she pushed hard against the spot beneath her, using the leverage to hoist herself to her feet.
She hadn't even managed to steady her footing when she heard Zhou Han beside her gasp and curse under his breath: "Damn it!"
Lin Li turned to look, but before she could even make out the situation, she was suddenly yanked by the arm and fell back into Zhou Han’s embrace. This time, however, the position was different; previously, she had been half-sprawled over him, whereas now she was sitting on his lap.
While the posture was certainly more comfortable, the awkwardness was no less intense—if anything, it was even worse. Lin Li was no inexperienced teenage girl; she didn't need to look down to know exactly what was pressing against her backside. She felt her face burning even more intensely—the searing heat seemed almost enough to melt her.
Zhou Han’s eyes were locked onto the woman in his arms, burning with a fierce, blazing intensity.
Lin Li swallowed hard, her throat dry; she was too nervous to utter a single word. The object pressing against her felt so hot that she squirmed, wanting to pull away, but her waist was held in a vice-like grip.
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Lin Li didn't dare move a muscle. As she looked at him, she didn't dare to swallow or breathe, terrified that she might fan the flames of his passion.
Seeing her sitting motionless in his lap, Zhou Han leaned forward and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He released his hold on her waist but clenched his hands into tight fists, struggling to suppress the fire of desire raging within him.
After a long moment—just as Lin Li felt she was suffocating and unable to catch her breath—Zhou Han’s low, husky voice reached her ears: "Open your mouth and breathe."
Only then did Lin Li realize she had been so nervous she’d actually forgotten to breathe. She hurriedly took a couple of breaths, and her senses and rationality instantly rushed back. Disregarding everything else, she pushed him away—her face flushed bright red—and stood up abruptly.
She quickly stepped aside and pointed a finger at Zhou Han, who remained seated in the swivel chair. Her emotions were still in turmoil from the encounter, and her pointing finger trembled slightly; a mix of embarrassment and anger rose up within her as she accused him: "You... you... you're a pervert!"
Zhou Han fixed his gaze on her; his eyes were deep and inscrutable, like a bottomless pool.
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Zhou Han’s lips curled upward; the smile playing there frightened Lin Li slightly. She felt a twinge of regret and instinctively took a few more steps backward.
Zhou Han stood up, his eyes locked on Lin Li as he walked toward her, the smile on his lips deepening.
Lin Li swallowed hard, her voice faltering with nervousness as she asked, "W-what... what do you want to do?"
"Didn't you say I was a pervert, despicable, and shameless?" Zhou Han asked, enunciating every word clearly; the smile on his face took on an unsettling quality.
"W-well, you are!" Lin Li retorted, taking another step back.
"Is that so?" Zhou Han wore a look that was half-smile, half-mockery as he strode over and came to a halt right in front of her. Lin Li had a sinking feeling; she sensed that if she stayed in the room any longer, something was bound to happen—and it certainly wouldn't be anything good.
With that thought, she quickly made up her mind and blurted out, "Um, it's getting late. I'm going to bed now. Goodnight." She turned to slip away immediately.
But while her feet tried to move, her hand was held fast; the moment she took a step, Zhou Han grabbed her hand.
Lin Li turned back with a nervous, awkward laugh, her expression a grimace far worse than a cry. "W-what are you doing?" she stammered.
The rakish, knowing smile never left Zhou Han’s lips. He turned her body to face him and simply said, "I just want to prove that what you said earlier was wrong."
"Huh?" Lin Li blinked, confused. "What do you—mmph!" She didn't even get the chance to finish the sentence before her lips were sealed by his.
Zhou Han cupped her face and kissed her deeply. Taken completely by surprise, Lin Li didn't react in time; her slightly parted lips allowed his agile tongue to slip inside, where it boldly swept up all the sweetness within her mouth.
For a long moment, Lin Li remained stunned, her eyes wide and her hands hanging limp, unable to offer any resistance.
Seeing her like this, Zhou Han couldn't help but smile. Pressing his lips against hers, he murmured, "Close your eyes." His voice was so gentle that even he was surprised by it.
Dazed and completely bewildered by the situation, Lin Li obeyed and closed her eyes.
Her lips were incredibly soft. Unlike his own, which were naturally cool to the touch, hers were warm—reminiscent of the cotton candy he’d eaten as a child—making him crave even more. Kissing her felt wonderful. Following his instincts, Zhou Han slowly closed his eyes, letting go of the pent-up frustration and gloom he had been feeling; he cupped her face and deepened the kiss.
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Zhou Han took two steps back to steady himself. Noticing that the smile playing at the corners of his mouth had grown even more pronounced, he said, "I just wanted to show you what a real 'thug' is—what it truly means to be shameless, vile, and brazen."
Lin Li glared at him—a hard, unyielding stare. After a long moment, tears suddenly spilled from her eyes without warning.
Her tears caught Zhou Han off guard; he realized he had indeed gone too far. He hesitated, wanting to offer an explanation: "Hey, you..." but as he opened his mouth, he found he didn't know what to say.
Lin Li reached up to wipe away the tears, but they kept falling endlessly. She felt an inexplicable sense of grievance, and in that moment, she seemed suddenly, incredibly vulnerable.
Zhou Han didn't know what to say, but simply watching her cry wasn't a solution. He stepped forward and raised his hand to wipe away her tears, only to have it slapped away.
She glared at him resentfully, wiped the corner of her mouth with a childish gesture, and spat out, "Bastard!" before turning and storming out of the study.
Zhou Han stood frozen for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle. He touched his own lips, shook his head with a smile, and turned back to the swivel chair behind his desk.
As he reached for the document he had been reading earlier, he caught sight of the coffee she had brought in; wisps of steam were still rising from it, and the air was filled with its faint aroma.
He picked up the cup and took a gentle sip. Since it had been sitting for a while, the temperature was just right; strangely, the coffee—usually bitter—tasted faintly sweet this time.
The sensation made Zhou Han frown. He studied the coffee closely for a moment before taking another sip. Confirming that the taste was indeed the coffee's natural bitterness, he relaxed his brow and returned to the document.
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Recalling the scene in the study, she remembered clearly feeling the heat radiating from *that thing* pressing against her bottom through her clothes—a heat so intense it felt like it could burn her.
At the thought, Lin Li’s face flushed crimson, and her anger flared up again. "Lewd! Shameless!" she hissed, striking the pillow even harder, as if she were beating Zhou Han himself. The more she thought about it, the less satisfied she felt, yet hitting the pillow seemed too childish.
In the end, Lin Li simply glared at the pillow for a while before tossing it back against the headboard; she then flopped backward, resting her head on the pillow—now slightly misshapen from her earlier thrashing—and closed her eyes to sleep.
She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand and lingered in bed for a few more moments before finally throwing off the covers to get up and wash up.
By the time Lin Li had finished washing and stepped out, she opened the door to the sound of her mother’s laughter and her father’s voice drifting in from the dining room.
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TN: Aww, such a tease 😜
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