His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"No… I no longer like men like that." She replied warily—the gigolo he was referring to was the man she had grown up with, her ex-fiance.

"Then what sort of men do you like?" His robust body pushed against her firmly, sending waves of warmth that seemed to threaten to devour her. Her heart could not help but palpitate much faster as her face blushed. "I… I don't wish to tell… tell you! Could you l-let… let me go?"

"L-L-L-L-Let go of…?" He mimicked her stutter and watched her evilly. Even though he knew she was clearly scared, he asked, "Are you that afraid of me?"

She watched this man without budging a single inch as unbridled fear spread through her gaze—there was no need for her to answer.

Yet, she knew that that was not the answer he wanted to hear, as she then gulped and shook her head.

"Little liar…" His lips curled in a ruminate manner.

Placing his arms on her waist, he closed in on her reddened earlobes and whispered, "Do you want to have a taste of someone like me? I guarantee it's better than that gigolo."

"This isn't good… Please don't do this!" His breath on her ears was steaming, and she could not help but break out into a shiver.

"A single look is enough to tell that that gigolo is nothing but a weakling. Can a man like that satisfy you?"

That question had her face flushing red instantaneously.

With that childhood sweetheart of hers, they were extremely conservative. Even after their engagement, they would only hold hands usually, and the most they did was kiss. But even then, the number of times they' kissed was something she could count on both hands.

She scolded out softly, "Hooligan!"

Instead of getting angry, his lips curled up as he gripped her waist tighter before lowering his voice. "You're not allowed to call me a hooligan, or I'll truly not let you off. Call me Good Brother."

She lowered her head, lamenting about how she was never going to do that. Yet, he only closed in further and lifted her chin up such that she had to look at him. "Right now… Good Brother."

There was no way she could go against that as she called it out weakly.

On that day, that smelly hooligan had pinned her against the wall and kissed her forcefully and intensely, lasting for an entire hour such that her lips were swollen by the end. There were even bruises on her body. If not for the fact that someone had called after him, he would have most likely continued!

Good Brother my a*s! Bloody hell, just a stinky hooligan!

Qian Xun's phone rang as she snapped back to reality and picked up the phone—it was Shi Guang.

The moment the call connected, Qian Xun scolded Shi Guang with a flurry of insults.

"Shi Guang, you sh*t! What kind of sh*t excuse about coming to prepare food for me because I'm sick? You bloody ran off before even staying for an hour and left that kid with me! That aside, you even had that a*shole, Lu Yanzhi, come find me! What's the meaning of this?"

Shi Guang held her phone away from her ear by instinct as she apologized. "Sorry! Today was truly an accident, and I did not get Yanzhi there intentionally. He was the one who came looking for me for your address in a huff after seeing the news online."

"Couldn't you not give it to him then?" Qian Xun shouted.

"Hais! You know that other than Chief Lu, the most authoritative person in my house is Yanzhi. He's going to take over Chief Lu's position in the future. How would I dare offend him? Sorry, good Qian Xun!"

"Scram! Don't act cute in front of me, I'm not your Lu Yanchen!" Qian Xun hung up on Shi Guang right after that!