Down below, Hill, the horse, seemed to have his own ideas, choosing the rockiest paths to walk on. Zhi Jiu wasn’t paying attention at all, his mind far away, so he didn’t even notice.
With each bump of the horse, Mu Fu was pushed closer and closer into Zhi Jiu’s arms.
He whispered her name softly, “A-Fu.”
“Huh? What did you say?” Mu Fu turned her head, not quite hearing him.
“Nothing,” he answered, his eyes becoming darker, more intense.
Her hand, so soft and delicate, like cotton candy, completely broke down the wall he had just started to build inside himself.
He looked down at her face, saw she was still focused on the scenery around them, and gently pulled her into his arms. Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he lowered his head to her neck and took a deep breath.
His eyes narrowed slightly. There was something secret, something deeply satisfying about that moment.
Right then, Zhi Jiu felt a strong urge to melt her into himself completely, every part of her.
But Hill’s pace was slow, almost like a relaxed walk, nothing like the wild gallop across the open fields Mu Fu had imagined.
Suddenly, she turned her head to call him, “A-Jiu…”
Zhi Jiu immediately stopped what he was doing, lifting his head. “Yeah?”
And just like that, by pure chance, their lips brushed against each other.
Mu Fu’s eyes widened in surprise. A bunch of thoughts seemed to flash through her mind.
Wait, is this… a scene from a show? Should we kiss?
Before she could even decide, Zhi Jiu’s tongue flicked out and gently licked her lips.
Mu Fu’s eyes opened wide in shock.
What?! A-jiu?! Since when did you learn such an advanced move?!
But just as quickly as it happened, Zhi Jiu pulled back, his lips leaving hers as if nothing had happened.
“A-Fu, look ahead. Be careful,” Zhi Jiu said casually, as if nothing significant had just happened.
Mu Fu felt a mix of complicated feelings stirring inside her. She wanted to turn and say something to him, but just as she started to move, Zhi Jiu gently stopped her with his hand.
“A-Jiu… you’ve changed,” she murmured.
“Don’t you like me this way?” he asked.
How was Mu Fu supposed to answer that? Was she supposed to say, “I’m not scared—let this wonderful storm become even stronger”?
Her silence made Zhi Jiu’s heart feel tight. He gently pulled the reins, and Hill obediently stopped.
Carefully, Zhi Jiu tested the waters: “A-Fu, if you don’t like it, I can change.” They weren’t even officially together yet, but he was already acting like he was afraid of losing her.
Mu Fu froze, surprised by how sensitive and thoughtful he was being.
Quickly, she said, “Why would you think that? No matter how you are, I like you.”
“Really?” he asked again, needing to be sure.
“Really,” she said, playfully shaking his arm. Her voice was sweet, like honey melting in your mouth.
Zhi Jiu blinked, a little confused, before his face finally relaxed into a smile.
He cared so much for her that even the smallest change in her mood seemed to bother him a lot.
Only when Hill started moving again did Mu Fu finally let out a long, quiet breath.
After riding around for a while longer, they returned to the villa. Since a private chef would be making a big dinner for them later, they had a light and simple lunch.
In the afternoon, some staff members came in to decorate the villa. Tomorrow they would leave and finish filming for this season. With the chef’s special dinner tonight, Mu Fu guessed there would probably be a candlelit dinner at the very least. Whenever she had a free moment, she even helped the staff with the decorations.
As evening came, colorful lights sparkled through the living room, painting it in bright, lively colors. Just as Mu Fu had thought, the dining area was set up for a candlelight dinner. Two pink candles burned softly on the table, their flames gently swaying in the dim light. A delicate, lavender-like scent filled the air—romantic, warm, and like a dream.
“Cheers.”
Mu Fu and Zhi Jiu smiled at each other as their glasses gently touched. She swirled her wine a little before taking a small sip.
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Mu Fu thought to herself, this wine is amazing. Rich, smooth, with a taste that lingered pleasantly on her tongue.
After a little while, Mu Fu was already full. Her plate was empty in front of her. Thanks to the exercise she got earlier, she didn’t have to worry about calories today. Besides, the best way to appreciate the chef was to finish everything.
Resting her chin on her hand, she looked at Zhi Jiu with a bright, playful smile.
“A-Jiu, why is your face so red?”
Zhi Jiu looked up, a little confused. “Really?” he asked, touching his cheek. It felt very warm.
“Really.”
Since they were sitting close, Mu Fu leaned over and playfully pinched his flushed cheek. Zhi Jiu, already a bit tipsy, just sat there blankly, letting her do whatever she wanted.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. His gaze was bright and steady, as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“How can you handle alcohol so poorly? Does your manager know about this?”
“Mm, he told me not to drink when I’m out,” Zhi Jiu nodded obediently, answering whatever Mu Fu asked.
Mu Fu laughed, completely agreeing with his manager’s advice. “He’s right. You should definitely listen to him.”
“Okay,” Zhi Jiu said, nodding again like a well-behaved child.
Seeing him like this, Mu Fu couldn’t help but worry—he looked like someone who could easily be tricked. From now on, it was probably better for him to drink only when she was around.
Since Zhi Jiu was clearly drunk, the candlelit dinner ended quickly.
When he stood up, he swayed so much that Mu Fu immediately forgot about cleaning up and rushed over to him.
“Careful!” she exclaimed, hurrying to steady him.
“I’m fine! It’s the floor… It’s just being naughty,” Zhi Jiu said with a serious, childlike expression, stomping his foot on the ground indignantly.
Mu Fu couldn’t help but laugh and gently coaxed him, “Yes, yes, the floor is being naughty. Let’s be careful on the stairs, okay?”
There was no use arguing with someone who was drunk. It wouldn’t make any sense.
After a long and difficult effort, Mu Fu finally managed to get Zhi Jiu safely back to his room.
Just as she was about to leave, he grabbed her hand.
“A-Fu, where are you going?” Zhi Jiu frowned, his eyes hazy and unfocused.
Mu Fu spoke softly, “I’m just going to get you a glass of water. Lie down and rest for a bit.”
Zhi Jiu stared at her intently and asked, “Will you come back?”
“I’ll be back,” she promised.
Only then did Zhi Jiu slowly let go of her hand.
Mu Fu went downstairs to get a glass of water and came back to find Zhi Jiu still in the exact same position he was in when she left.
She carefully helped him take a sip.
Then, out of nowhere, Zhi Jiu mumbled, “I haven’t showered yet… I can’t go to sleep.”
Mu Fu hadn’t expected him to still remember that even while drunk.
“Be good. It’s late. You can shower tomorrow,” she coaxed, treating him like a stubborn little kid.
Zhi Jiu shook his head stubbornly. “No… that’s dirty.”
“Who said that? You’re the cleanest person I know,” Mu Fu said sincerely.
They had showered earlier after getting home, and he hadn’t even been sweating since then. There was no way he was dirty.
Zhi Jiu lifted his head and stared at her, asking earnestly, “Really?”
“Really,” she smiled.
Zhi Jiu tilted his head, then said, “Then why hasn’t A-Fu kissed me yet?”
Mu Fu blinked in surprise. Was drunk Zhi Jiu always this adorable?
“You want me to kiss you?” Mu Fu asked softly.
Luckily, after bringing Zhi Jiu to his room, she had turned off all the recording equipment inside.
“I do,” Zhi Jiu murmured, frowning. “But you keep saying no… you even want to leave me.” His voice sounded full of sadness.
Mu Fu crouched down so their eyes were at the same level.
“I thought… you wouldn’t like it if I did.”
The words had barely left her mouth before she leaned in and kissed him gently.
The taste of red wine was still on his lips, mixed with his own scent, making Mu Fu feel a little dizzy. She had only meant for it to be a quick kiss, but without thinking, she pressed closer.
At first, Zhi Jiu didn’t do much, but then he suddenly responded intensely, kissing her back eagerly, taking in her breath as if he couldn’t get enough. Even though he was drunk, his desire was strong and clear, and Mu Fu being so close only made the feeling inside him grow stronger.
Mu Fu closed her eyes halfway. Kissing the person you love was wonderful, almost magical—a pleasure that filled both your heart and your body.
And then, naturally, they became one again.
……
The next morning, Zhi Jiu woke up with a terrible headache. As he moved slightly, a strange feeling immediately made him freeze.
His body tensed up as he snapped his eyes open—and there she was.
Mu Fu was snuggled in his arms, her soft pink lips gently pouting in her sleep, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, showing she was starting to wake up. His movements had disturbed her.
Zhi Jiu didn’t dare move at all.
Little by little, memories from the night before came back to him.
Slowly and gently, he lay back down, carefully adjusting himself so he wouldn’t wake her. His cheeks turned red, and a wave of feelings quietly rose within him.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm the sudden rush of morning desire. Only after the strong feelings inside him settled down a bit did he slowly open them again.
Beside him, the girl slept peacefully, completely undisturbed. It was clear Mu Fu had been very tired from the night before. As Zhi Jiu remembered the ways they had been together that had worn her out, the desire he had just managed to control flared up again.
He could almost hear his own breathing—and his heart, beating faster and faster with each thump. The soft, sweet scent of the girl filled his senses. He took a deep, steadying breath, then gently reached out, his fingers lightly touching her delicate cheek.
His long, pale fingers carefully tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then traced the smooth curves of her face, touching her gently, almost like he was worshipping her.
“Mmm…” A soft, sleepy sound escaped Mu Fu’s lips, pulling Zhi Jiu out of his thoughts.
He froze immediately, waiting. After a few moments, realizing she was still fast asleep, he relaxed—just a little.
Zhi Jiu felt like he was being pulled in two different directions: part of him really wanting to be with her intimately, the other part strongly telling him to let her rest.
In the end, he couldn’t resist her pull. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss on her lips.
Mu Fu was like a drug to him, one that had broken down all the logic and self-control he had once been so proud of. She had become his addiction—he couldn’t stand to be away from her, not even for a moment.
It was only through this closeness, this touch, that he could calm the strong longing inside him.
In her sleep, Mu Fu stirred, letting out a soft, sweet moan. Deep in her dreams, she vaguely felt something warm and fuzzy snuggling against her, like a clingy puppy brushing its soft fur over her skin—and now even licking her with its big, wet tongue.
Wait… when did she ever get a dog?
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