Being "Crushed" - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

With the combined weight of the two, the door slammed shut behind them, producing a loud thud.

Lu Sifang encircled Song Yuhan in his arms—one hand protecting the back of her head, the other braced against the door—trapping the girl between himself and the door. He tilted his head, listening intently to the movements outside, a trace of anxiety flashing across his face.

Everything had happened too quickly, too abruptly. Before Song Yuhan could react, her back had already slammed against the hard, cold door.

She cried out instinctively in pain, then looked up at the “culprit” who had committed such a rogue act, her face filled with disbelief.

So much for not barging into her room, huh?!

“Pervert… I should’ve never trusted you!” Her face was now flushed deep red, and she practically spat each word out through clenched teeth.

Realizing only now what he’d done, Lu Sifang stiffened, visibly awkward.

However, thanks to his height, and with the two of them so close together, the rare flash of hesitation and embarrassment on Lu Sifang’s face went completely unnoticed by Song Yuhan.

In just a moment, Lu Sifang slipped back into his usual careless, unruly demeanor. He lowered his head and raised an eyebrow, his gaze locked onto her beautiful eyes—so close, he could practically feel her breath. Rather than backing away from her accusations, he leaned in even closer, deliberately misbehaving, his gaze predatory and his tone dangerous:

“Oh? So that’s what you think of me.”

He curled his lips into a smirk. That handsome face instantly took on a wicked, rakish charm. The next second, he moved the hand that had been bracing the door and gently caressed the smooth skin of her cheek, his thumb landing on her lips, brushing them lightly.

“What are you doing!”

Song Yuhan instinctively tried to back away—only to remember the door was right behind her. There was nowhere to run.

In her effort to dodge his roaming hand, her head nearly hit the door. Luckily, Lu Sifang’s hand was still protectively cradling the back of her head, preventing a mishap.

A jolt of pain shot through his hand, and Lu Sifang winced, sucking in a sharp breath. When he opened his eyes again, they were tinged slightly red. Looking at her now, his gaze held a hint of grievance and sorrow—surprisingly gentle and vulnerable on a face usually full of arrogant confidence.

Song Yuhan froze in surprise, momentarily forgetting to struggle. She simply stared into his eyes, dazed.

Her heart skipped a beat for reasons she couldn’t explain.

As the pain dulled, Lu Sifang looked at the once-fierce girl who had suddenly gone quiet, staring at him with a dreamy look, maybe even… a little wistful.

For a second, he was flustered.

He blinked in confusion, then something seemed to click in his mind—his expression shifted to one of realization and smug satisfaction.

Could it be she’s falling for my look today?

He remembered—she used to like it when he dressed in this style.

With that thought, his mood improved considerably. The smile in his eyes deepened, and he no longer cared about her little tantrum from earlier. He casually placed his hand back on the door to brace himself.

Maybe it had been too long since he’d been this close to a woman, but all the recent physical contact had left his palms damp with sweat. He didn’t notice—so when his hand touched the smooth surface of the door again, it slipped unexpectedly…

And just like that—disaster struck.

Smooch—

Before either of them could react, Lu Sifang’s warm lips landed squarely on the cool skin of her forehead.

Song Yuhan: “!!!”
Lu Sifang: “……”

The sudden skin-to-skin contact made both of them jolt, their pupils dilating as they sucked in a breath of cold air.

Yet for a long moment, neither of them moved.

They remained locked in that deeply intimate, ambiguous pose—long enough for the coldness of her skin to be slowly melted by the warmth of his lips… the heat seeping straight into their hearts.

Suddenly, Song Yuhan snapped back to her senses and shoved him away! Her entire body was trembling, her breath ragged with shame and fury. Her pale cheeks were now flushed an even deeper red—like a rose on the verge of bloom, radiant and breathtaking.

Caught off guard, Lu Sifang stumbled back a step. He barely had time to clear the haze in his eyes before being struck speechless once again by the sight of her, flushed and beautiful.

“Pervert! Lu Sifang, you… you pervert! Get out!”

Her chest heaved with emotion, her fists clenched tightly as she roared at the man who had taken advantage of her countless times in just a single hour.

But the accused didn’t seem even slightly remorseful—in fact, he became even more brazen. He let out a low laugh and stepped toward her again, his eyes dark and unwavering, locked onto her like a hunter eyeing his prey.

“What… what are you doing?!”

She tried to flee but couldn’t escape. He caught her by the waist, and the next thing she knew, she had collapsed into his arms—helpless, as if all strength and will had been taken from her.

This time, it wasn’t an accident.

It was a decision—one made after he had finally come to terms with his feelings.

“I’ve always been a scoundrel. You knew that from the start, didn’t you?”

He hugged her tightly, trapping her completely in his embrace, leaving her no room to escape. His voice was low and heavy, brushing against her ear like a devil’s whisper—dangerous, commanding, irresistible.

She looked up at him in confusion, her heart pounding.

And this time, she clearly saw the madness and obsession in his eyes—as if it was meant only for her.

But… what did he mean by this?

Was he going to toy with her again?

Was he going to tear her life apart once more, then disappear—leaving her shattered and alone, heartbroken for years?

It had taken five years—five long years—for her to finally move on, to finally get used to life without him, to become the independent, solitary woman who didn’t fear being alone anymore.

But now, he was back again…

Hadn’t he already stolen her entire youth? What more did he want?

Why… why couldn’t he just let her go?

Why was he allowed to come and go from her life as he pleased?

“Song Yuhan, I—”

“Enough.”

Just as Lu Sifang finally gathered the courage to pour out his feelings, she cut him off with a single word. Reflexively, he loosened his grip.

Her tone was too calm—so calm it was almost lifeless.

Yet her eyes were filled with tears. One by one, crystal-clear drops fell onto his chest—full of rage, sorrow, and a silent storm of accusations.

Suddenly, he didn’t know what to say. And he faltered.

It hit him again—she didn’t like him…

She had chosen someone else.

Which meant from beginning to end, he was just a fool—playing a part in a story where only he felt anything real.

And in the end, all she saw him as… was a pervert.

Clatter—

A small box slipped off the table and landed with a light sound that echoed through the tense silence.

Lu Sifang had sharp eyes. Even though he wasn’t familiar with medications, he could clearly read the small print on the box: “Contraceptive.”

“Heh.”

He looked into her tear-filled eyes, and for some reason, a wave of jealousy and rage surged from deep within him—like lava erupting after being trapped under pressure for too long, scorching everything in its path, including himself.

“You like him that much, huh?”

A vague sentence, spoken into the flammable air between them—igniting every emotion instantly.

Song Yuhan didn’t understand what he meant. Still lost in her own sorrow and grief, all she heard was blame—accusation.

What was that supposed to mean? That this was her fault now?

Her chest heaved harder, her emotions spiraling out of control. Tears welled even more, until they blurred her vision.

“Lu Sifang, get out. Get out!”

Her voice was so loud that even the paparazzi who had been lurking outside finally caught on.

“What’s going on? Lu Sifang isn’t in that room?”

“Looks like he’s in the next one. A failed hookup… and now he’s getting kicked out?”

Their voices weren’t exactly quiet—easily loud enough for the people inside to hear.

Song Yuhan went pale. Her tears continued to fall, but now, her breath caught in her throat at their crude remarks.

So he only came into her room to avoid being caught by the press?

Then… had she been imagining things?

The realization made her blink in confusion, panic creeping in. She bit her lip, not knowing what to do—making her look oddly innocent, almost adorably lost.

The tension in the room lightened ever so slightly.

During this brief pause, Lu Sifang replayed every moment he’d had with her in his mind—from the first time they met, to their recent reunion. And he was certain—he had never done anything to truly hurt her.

Even if things had ended abruptly before, everything they’d shared had been real. If not love, then at least there shouldn’t be hatred.

So her attitude now… it could only be because of him.

Of course, he had heard her raise her voice just now, telling him to get out.

But why should he?

Why should he have to leave just because she told him to—when she was the one who had left him five years ago without a word, and now walked right back into his life like nothing had happened?

Still so dazzling, still stealing his entire attention… just like back then. No—even more so now.

Maybe it was impulsiveness. Or maybe just his pride and stubbornness acting up.

But today, he simply refused to back down.

“If I say I won’t, then what?”

Song Yuhan, who had already regretted yelling at him, panicked again when she heard his ambiguous reply.

Won’t what? Won’t leave?!

What did he mean…

This was her room. A single room. One bed!

If he stayed, was he planning to…

It was already late—his words were barely different from an outright invitation!

“You…”

Before she could finish, Lu Sifang closed the distance again, grabbed her hand, and pulled her in front of him. He leaned in dangerously, whispering like a devil in her ear:

“Since fate brought us together again tonight… why don’t we…”

Before he could say something truly irreversible, a calm, warm male voice sounded from just beyond the wall—soft and natural, calling out her name.

“Yuhan, it’s me.”

Lu Sifang immediately sensed her body tense at the sound. He gripped her tighter, and his expression darkened instantly.

A suffocating pressure emanated from him, his posture looming over her unchanged. But his eyes… his eyes were sharp, hostile—shooting toward the door like a wild dog ready to pounce.

Dangerous. Territorial. Ready for war.