Burning Desire (1V1H) - Episode 13: Carry Back to the Den

Episode 13: Carry Back to the Den 

Huo Cheng’s palm restlessly kneaded her chest. Shen Yue was utterly embarrassed. She grabbed his hand instinctively. She bit her lip. But he suddenly nipped behind her ear. His fingertips were mischievously teasing her n1pple. 

Shen Yue couldn’t hold back. She let out a soft “whimper.” 

The sound was delicate and tinged with a sob. It struck Huo Cheng’s heart like a feather. 

His fingers tightened slightly. Her soft flesh spilled between them. Shen Yue tried to shrink away. But he gripped her waist. He kissed her fiercely again. 

His kiss was wild and urgent. As if he wanted to consume her entirely. His teeth were grazing her wet lips. He teasingly sucked and nibbled with a force that threatened to devour her. 

“Mmm… uh…” 

His palm slid up from her waist. It slowly tormented her soft body. Each touch was like a taunt. It made her tremble with every brush. Her breathing was chaotic. 

Shen Yue’s eyes were red. She leaned helplessly in his arms. She was softened by his touch. She let out another soft cry. 

The sound made Huo Cheng pause. His eyes darkened with barely restrained intensity. 

A girl that was usually cool and sharp with him. She was now whimpering pitifully in his arms—who could resist that? 

He let out a low groan. The vein at his temple pulsed. He nearly lost control. 

He pinched her again. Her soft, trembling gasps darkened his gaze further. 

He clenched his jaw. He suddenly pulled her tightly against him. His movements were rough. It was unlike the usual cool and restrained Huo Cheng. 

“The car’s too small,” 

He said hoarsely. He looked down at her. 

“Come to my place, hm?” 

He coaxed her like a wolf after catching its prey. He didn’t devour right away. But he carried it back to the den to toy with slowly. 

Shen Yue’s head spun. Her body was tingling and hot. Worse, she faintly felt his scorching, hard reaction pressing against her. It was so intense it nearly burned through the fabric. 

She even feared he’d take her right there. A flicker of rationality made her blurt out, 

“I’m hungry… I didn’t eat dinner before coming, and I drank. My stomach’ll hurt.” 

Her voice was soft and light. Her usual coolness was gone. 

Huo Cheng narrowed his eyes. He knew she was making excuses. But her pitiful look softened his heart. 

He sighed. He was lingering on her flushed expression. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He finally relented. 

“Fine, let’s feed you first.” 

Since they’d both drunk, he called a driver. On the way, Shen Yue calmed down but still felt like she was dreaming. 

She’d only come for her lipstick. And now she was going to his place. She stayed composed outwardly. But inwardly, she cursed his cunning. 

Huo Cheng’s garage led straight to an elevator. She followed him into his home. She glanced around instinctively—floor-to-ceiling windows, a minimalist spacious living room, cool black-gray tones. It was paired with understated, expensive furniture. 

Even the carpet and lighting exuded quality. It was clean, stark, yet warm. 

Shen Yue couldn’t help but think: Of course, even his home screamed Huo Cheng. 

She slipped on disposable slippers he handed her. She then saw him loosen his collar, roll up his sleeves, and head to the open kitchen. Pots and pans soon clinked. 

Shen Yue cautiously approached. She watched from the island counter as he deftly cooked noodles, boiled vegetables, and fried a half-cooked egg in a small pan. Honestly… it felt out of character. 

Huo Cheng didn’t seem like someone who cooked; he’d more likely hire a private chef. 

Hot oil sizzled over chopped scallions. It bursted with tempting aroma. His expression was focused yet indifferent. His profile was sharp. Shen Yue’s gaze drifted to his broad back and long legs. They were surprisingly pleasing to the eye. 

“Remote’s on the table. Make yourself at home.” 

Shen Yue snapped back. She mumbled a reply. She awkwardly looked away and turned on the TV to wait. 

In under ten minutes, a steaming bowl of scallion oil noodles appeared before her—a glossy half-cooked egg on top, garnished with a small pile of blanched greens. It sparked her appetite. 

He set out utensils and sat beside her. He propped his face with one hand, squinting at her. 

“Eat.” 

Shen Yue bit her chopsticks. She was sneaking a glance at him. She muttered softly, 

“Didn’t expect you to cook…” 

Huo Cheng raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, only for you.” 

Not just that—no other woman had set foot in this house except his mom, Jin Yan, and their friends who crashed here. 

He said it so naturally, it made her heart skip. Shen Yue’s mind faltered. She quickly dug into the noodles, pretending not to hear. 

The noodles were slick and fragrant. The broken egg yolk mixed with the scallion oil. It was savory and rich. But his burning gaze made her nervous. Usually composed, she kept losing her cool around Huo Cheng. 

He watched her eat lazily. The mischief in his eyes deepened. Her puffed cheeks… like a hamster. 

Shen Yue deliberately ate slowly. But the last bite came eventually. As she wiped her mouth, Huo Cheng pulled her onto his lap. 

He leaned down. He bit the spot she’d just licked at her lips. His voice melted into the air. 

“Full now?” 

Shen Yue was embarrassed and flustered. She glared at him. He never missed a chance to take advantage. Before she could speak, he lifted her onto his knees. His strong fingers slipped under her hem. They were tracing her slender waist upward. 

“My turn now, hm?”