Burning Desire (1V1H) - Episode 14: Shirt

Episode 14: Shirt 

Shen Yue knew his “fed” comment was far from innocent. She tried to slip from his grasp. But Huo Cheng held her waist. His lips were grazing hers. His eyes were thick with desire. 

Her heart raced. 

“I want to shower first. I reek of alcohol, and it’s uncomfortable.”

Huo Cheng paused. He saw through her excuse but not calling it out. 

“Alright, bathroom’s at the end of the second-floor hallway.”

Shen Yue fled to the bathroom. She turned on the shower. Her heart was pounding chaotically. 

The alcohol’s buzz crept up. It was warming her body, slowing her mind. 

Steam filled the bathroom. Mist swirled. She’d meant to buy time. But now it felt like she was washing herself clean to climb into his bed. 

After about half an hour, Shen Yue slowly turned off the shower, dried herself, and reached for her clothes—then froze. The rack was empty. 

She stared for two seconds. Her gaze slid over her bare skin. Her mind exploded. Not just pajamas, but her underwear too… 

She stood rigid. She was stunned. Before she scrambled to wrap the towel tightly around herself. 

Always calm and methodical, she rarely panicked. Even in tough situations. 

But today, she forgot something as basic as clothes. 

This lapse left her embarrassed and angry. The sound of dripping water echoed clearly in the bathroom. It was sharp and quiet. As if she could even hear Huo Cheng’s steady breathing outside. 

Perhaps hearing no movement for too long, his lazy voice came from beyond the door. 

“Shen Yue—” 

His soft call carried suppressed amusement. It was a mix of mischief and affection. 

Huo Cheng leaned against the doorframe. His arms were crossed. He casually watched the bathroom door. His lips were curved. Like he’d already predicted her predicament, he was waiting for her to take the bait. 

His voice sounded again. It was laced with teasing. 

“Come out.” 

Shen Yue cautiously peeked from behind the bathtub. She cracked the door open. He toyed with a black shirt in his hand. His half-squinted eyes radiated lazy mischief. 

Their gazes met. And Shen Yue shrank back like she’d been burned. She clutched the towel tighter. 

“…” 

She bit her lip. She wrestled internally for three seconds before opening the door a sliver. She then stretched out her hand. 

“…The clothes. Give them to me.” 

Her tone was deliberately cool. But her voice remained soft. It was tinged with a damp breathiness. 

Huo Cheng chuckled. He stepped closer to the door. Instead of handing over the shirt, he tapped the doorframe. His voice was low and husky. 

“Come out and get it.” 

The door opened a narrow gap. Her head half-emerged. Wet hair was clinging to her cheeks. Her eyes were wary. 

Huo Cheng looked down at her. His gaze was strikingly deep. As he passed the shirt, his fingertips deliberately brushed her hand. It was cool to the touch. 

Shen Yue grabbed it quickly. She didn’t dare to say thanks. And she retreated into the bathroom. 

After putting on the shirt, she realized it was absurdly large. 

The black fabric draped over her pale frame. The collar was slipping to one side. It exposed her delicate collarbone and a sliver of shoulder. It barely covered the tops of her thighs. 

Huo Cheng had done this on purpose. Even a pair of oversized pants would’ve been better than this. It was nearly bare below. 

Shen Yue tugged at the shirt’s front. She steeled herself to open the door. She stepped out enveloped in Huo Cheng’s scent. 

She looked deceptively harmless. Her long, pale legs were strikingly straight. Huo Cheng’s eyelids twitched. Desire nearly spilled from his eyes. 

He approached slowly. Shen Yue gripped the shirt’s hem. She stepped back nervously. But he blocked her. He then chuckled lowly. His fingertip hooked her loose collar. He pulled it down slightly. He was taking in the view of her chest. 

“No buttons? Not fastening it, hm?” 

Shen Yue’s face flushed like a ripe apple. She fumbled to button it. But Huo Cheng stopped her after two buttons. 

He grabbed her wrist. He was pinning it against the wall with ease. He leaned to nuzzle her ear. 

“It’s coming off anyway.” 

Shen Yue bit her lip. She was silent. The suppressed desire and possessiveness in Huo Cheng’s eyes simmered. They were boiling over. 

“Shen Yue, I want to fvck you.” 

He dipped his head. He was ignoring her reaction. And he scooped her up in his arms. 

“You… you’re so vulgar…” 

She instinctively clung to his neck. Her ears were burning red. Huo Cheng was unfazed. He held her steadier. He strided toward the master bedroom. 

He kicked the door open. The large, soft bed’s white sheets wrinkled slightly from his movement. Shen Yue was placed on the bed. She tried to sit up. But he pressed her shoulder with one hand. His touch was laced with playful dominance. 

He leaned over, looking down at her. His expression was lazy. 

“You’ve eaten, showered. Any more excuses?”