Instead of rejecting his advances, a frightened Song Yu became incredibly nervous. She held her breath unknowingly and leaned backward, causing the back of her head and her body to press tightly against the car seat.

His face was almost plastered against hers. She breathed in the faint and indescribably intoxicating amalgamation of tobacco and cologne.

Simply smelling that scent was enough to make Song Yu's face redden. It sent her heart into a frenzy, and she was unable to resist its effects on her.

The absence of his glasses enabled his thick lashes to be displayed right in front of her eyes.

His eyelids gently tremored, and his eyelashes moved too. A gentle shadow was produced beneath his eyes, and it made her unable to control herself from touching him.

It took a lot of effort for her to restrain herself, but her gaze—which had a mind of its own—shifted to his lips. Reminiscing the passionate intensity with which he kissed her, it felt so familiar to her, as if it happened just moments ago.

Song Yu's lips began heating up and they trembled involuntarily.

Noticing his outstretched hand nearly coming into contact with her cheek, Song Yu closed her eyes intuitively.

However, she did not feel his warm hands even after some time had passed. Puzzled, she lifted her eyelid ever so slightly and noticed a smirk on Qi Chengzhi's face. He pulled the seatbelt from across her body and buckled her up.

Song Yu was so embarrassed that her face turned red in that instant. He laughed at her because she had allowed her vivid imagination to run wild.

Although the seatbelt had been fastened, Qi Chengzhi still remained in the same position. His right hand, which was originally grasping the seatbelt, shifted rapidly to her waist. He brushed aside her wool jacket and gently caressed her waist. Her thin, skin-tight sweater was the only thing separating them.

Song Yu trembled from the scalding heat. Afraid to lift her head up, she looked down but did not close her eyes.

Sporting a high ponytail, she looked just like a young and innocent student. Although she was wearing a pure-white wool jacket, it was no match for the fairness of her near-translucent skin. Her cheek, however, was flushed pink due to the chilliness of the wind that blew on her face moments ago.

Below her straight and beautiful nose, her pink lips were moist and enticing.

Locked quietly in his embrace, her submissiveness made him feel as though time paused right in the middle of that tranquil moment.

Qi Chengzhi lowered his head slowly and pressed his lips gently on hers. His soft strokes tempted her to lose herself and open her mouth; his tongue then made its assault by parting through her lips and her pearly white teeth.

As his tongue was assailing, he suddenly applied more pressure to his kisses. The back of her head was pressed hard against the chair and rubbed against it, creating a scratching sound.

His kisses became more intense and forceful, as though the word gentle was not in his dictionary. He was a man who acted on his own volition.

Song Yu lost all sense of herself when he was kissing her. He was the one who lead the way. Both of Song Yu's hands were unable to resist moving over to his chest. Separated only by the fabric of his shirt, she could feel his body heat and the rapid thumping of his heart.

She was in a daze because his kisses made her brain somewhat lacking in oxygen. She felt him release her gradually, but he did not immediately break away.

With his forehead pressed against hers, his lips still appeared to be rubbing against hers.

Their breaths were released onto their lips, and they were both so warm that they could not feel the cold wind outside.

"I take it that you thought it through," Qi Chengzhi said hoarsely. His lips were still sticking to hers, and it felt like his hoarse voice was entering her mouth.

Even after he sat back on his seat, Song Yu still did not come back to her senses. She had no idea what had just happened.

When her brain finally started to work again and she collected her thoughts, she remembered the words he said. By then though, it was too late, and a considerable amount of time had passed since then.

'I take it that you thought it through.'

Did she think it through?

What exactly did she think though? The man was simply making decisions on her behalf.

Her face still remained warm and she had yet to recover from the effects of the kiss.

His warmth and taste lingered on her lips and teeth. The taste of his tongue was delicate, and it had a hint of tobacco.

Her disconcerted thoughts had no order to them, and she simply looked down. All of a sudden, a large hand appeared.

His sturdy, slender hand extended over and held her hand.

Song Yu looked down at his exquisite hand. It was like the meticulous sculpture of an artist.

It was fair, slender, and had an unwavering steadfastness to it.

The nails on his fair and well-defined fingers were clipped neatly, but his manly scent still emanated even from the tiniest of cracks.

Song Yu glanced at him. He was looking directly in front, but from the side, a relaxed brightness could be seen in his face.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but he gripped it incredibly tightly. Sensing that she intended to retract her hands, he grasped her even more forcefully.

Even if Song Yu had never been with a man before, she clearly understood what Qi Chengzhi was insinuating.

A rush of blood surged to her brain—she was only using her fingertips…to hold his finger, but she saw that his words escalated to lewdness!

It was the last straw for Song Yu. She turned her red, shy, and furious face away. No longer able to take it, she pulled her hand back with all her might. As she did so, she exclaimed shyly and angrily, "Qi Chengzhi, enough already!"

She pulled her hand back forcefully, but Qi Chengzhi was also forcefully holding on to her. He even had a forgiving tone as she replied, "Don't make a fuss. If you do that, we'll get into an accident."

"You…" Song Yu was terribly infuriated, but she could not talk back to him.

She was no match for someone who was not only shameless but could also put on a show of deadly earnestness while inverting right and wrong.

Her thoughts unwittingly floated back to the first time he came over to her house to discuss the design. He sat on her bed, and in complete deadpan, asked if she would sleep with him.

Now that she thought about it, he was blatantly and purposely having his way with her like a rascal. To think that she did not suspect it all it! She had been too innocent back then!

"Alright, stop fussing around. We're here." Qi Chengzhi's voice jolted her back to her senses.

It was then that Song Yu realized they were already at the Red Roof Club.

Although Qi Chengzhi did not mention anything about it, Song Yu took one look at the Red Roof Club and feared that she might have to meet Yan Beicheng as well as the others.

"Don't be nervous. We're just having a meal." Qi Chengzhi stopped the car and only let go of her hand because he needed to take the car keys out.

How could she not be nervous? Song Yu glanced at him and thought for a moment. When she met Yan Beicheng and the others previously, she met them in the capacity of an ordinary architect who wanted to get Qilin's business. This time around, what would her capacity be if she met them again?

As she was still thinking, Qi Chengzhi had already put on his glasses and opened the car door. Before he got down, Song Yu grabbed his shoulder hurriedly and said, "Wait!"

Qi Chengzhi stopped his motion of getting down the car, turned around, then looked suspiciously at her.

Song Yu fished out a packet of tissues from her bag. She took a piece and gave it to him, remarking uneasily, "There's still lipstick on your mouth. You should wipe it off before going in."

Qi Chengzhi looked down at her hand and the tissue, then he looked up at her again. He did not take the tissue, but instead, he grabbed her waist suddenly. He carried her to his lap and hugged her tightly.

She was trapped in between him and the steering wheel. Her back felt rather painful as it was pressed against the steering wheel, so she had no other choice but to lean into his embrace.

She pushed him a good few times because they were in front of the club's entrance. Guests or attendants might come and go at any time, and it would be terrible if someone saw them like that.

Furthermore, the door to the driver's seat was still wide open!

Qi Chengzhi did not let go. On the contrary, he hugged her even tighter.

Her high ponytail gave her a look of freshness and purity. Her exposed, fair-colored neck was beautifully and seductively contoured.

Qi Chengzhi lowered his head and placed his lips on the supple skin of her neck, kissing her skin and rubbing against it.

Song Yu felt numb and ticklish from his rubbing, so she pulled back.

Another day had passed, and a new set of stubble had grown. Although they just emerged and it was virtually impossible to measure their length, the rubbing and pricking of her skin were unbearable.

"Don't rub like that, it's painful," Song Yu protested and shifted her neck to the side in order to avoid it.

Qi Chengzhi stopped as she completed her sentence. He raised his head and saw that the lipstick had been rubbed onto her neck.

He looked at Song Yu's neck. In the beginning, it was fair, but rubbing his freshly-emerging stubble on it made it red, and it did seem rather unsightly.

Qi Chengzhi squinted unhappily. Song Yu was curious: it was he who rubbed her neck until it was red, but why was he was the unhappy one? Was he angry because her skin was too delicate or because his stubble was too rough?

Song Yu watched as his thin lips—which he forbade any stranger from coming into contact with—pursed and became even sterner.

He kneaded his fingertips gently against the redness on her neck, as if he was trying to rub the redness away.

Well, if he did not use his stubble to rub against her, she would not have been sore.

Before she could say that, Qi Chengzhi lowered his head again.

He no longer went and rubbed over her neck. His actions became light touches here and there. He kissed the parts she suffered abrasion with the gentlest of kisses. One after another, the kisses were moist and soft; tender and intimate. Once in a while, the tip of his tongue would lick her wounds.

The numbing, tickling feeling made Song Yu unable to refrain from giggling, but her body was so weak that she could not even generate the slightest amount of strength to avoid him.

However, those tender kisses began turning into more forceful ones, and those light pecks turned into heavy kisses. Somewhere along the line, his hand found its way into her sweater and onto her breast.

Song Yu's was shocked back to her senses. She began to struggle and frantically pushed him away with all of her strength. "Qi Chengzhi, we're in public! Stop!"

He remained steadfast and held on to her as though he did not hear a thing.

"Are we going in or not!" Song Yu asked manically. Her body was trying its best to lean backward.

Her back pressed uncomfortably against the steering wheel, and the pressure she applied inadvertently led to the horn being pressed. 'Ba…' came the loud, ear-piercing sound.

Perhaps due to the sudden and loud sound produced by the horn, Qi Chengzhi's mind began to think straight.

He slowly let her go, but the fire in his eyes still remained.

His cheeks were flushed as he took a deep breath and looked at the panic-stricken Song Yu.

After exhaling the breath of air, he placed both hands onto her waist and held her tightly. Gnashing his teeth, he said, "Sooner or later, I'm going to take care of you!"

His sentence choked Song Yu up and made her forget to breathe. Her face turned red too.

His incredible patience could be seen in his stern and rigid facial expression. The threats he uttered were accompanied by a conquering, beast-like radiance that had accumulated in his eyes. Her heart began to palpitate and she was slightly scared.

Qi Chengzhi carried her up and placed her back down on the front passenger seat. He then promptly got off the car.

Song Yu felt weak in her knees. She calmed herself for a moment before opening the car door and getting off. She looked down and dared not glance at Qi Chengzhi's gaze, which seemed to be rife with the desire to devour her.

She was never one for wearing gloves; it was her habit to place her hands into the pockets of her overcoat.

Qi Chengzhi locked the car and saw her actions. He placed his hand suddenly into her pocket and held her hand, wrapping it in his sturdy palm.

Then, he took her hand out of her pocket and placed it into the pocket of his jacket.

Such a move would inevitably mean that she would be close to him. Their arms intersected, and it was indescribably intimate when his manly fragrance wafted continuously toward her.

His pocket was warm, and his palm was hot. The heat from his palm transmitted to all parts of her body.

Song Yu could not resist looking up at him. His gaze remained fixated ahead, and there was not even the slightest emotion on his face. His intentions were completely unconjecturable, and his expressionless face was completely at odds with his actions.

After walking for a bit, Song Yu, who by then had turned calm after being blown by the cold wind, remembered the incident involving her house key.

"You opened the door for me last night. My house key is with you, isn't it?" Song Yu lifted her head and looked up at him.

Qi Chengzhi glimpsed at her frigidly and did not reply.

When he did not answer, Song Yu panicked. The hand that was inside his pocket pinched the web between his thumb and forefinger. "Is it with you or not? If it's been taken by someone else, it's going to be really dangerous, and I'd have to change my locks!"

Qi Chengzhi once again gazed indifferently at her, and finally opened his mouth and said, "There's no need to change the locks."

His words implied that the keys were with him.

Immediately, Song Yu stretched out her other hand—the one that was not being held by him—and placed it palm-up in front of him. "Well, please return them to me."

"…" Qi Chengzhi gazed down. He glanced briefly at her outstretched palm. Ignoring her question, he continued looking ahead of him.

Song Yu's hand was still outstretched in front of him, and if she were to keep it up, her hand would turn red from the cold wind.

Qi Chengzhi finally said, "Put your hand back into your pocket. It's too cold for you to be taking them out."

"…""Then return my keys to me!"

Song Yu only retracted her hand back when an attendant of the Red Roof Club, who was dressed in the regal clothes of the Qing dynasty, welcomed them in. It was not very nice to be arguing in public.

"Young Master Cheng," the waiter greeted respectfully as his eyes instinctively darted to Qi Chengzhi's pocket.