Burning Desire (1V1H) - Episode 3: Shameless

Episode 3: Shameless 

In her dream, Shen Yue relived that scene again. She barely slept all night. She woke with a grim expression. 

“What’s wrong, Yueyue? You look exhausted,” 

Han Mengyi asked. 

It wasn’t just bad—it was a nightmare. Shen Yue sighed silently in her heart. 

“I’m going home to shower. I’ll come back later.”

Han Mengyi raised an eyebrow. 

“A shower in broad daylight?” 

“Nothing, just felt like it.”

“Oh, alright,” 

Han Mengyi smirked meaningfully. 

“Doll yourself up nicely.” 

“Got it. Call me if you need anything.”

Shen Yue grabbed her bag and hurried out. Her back showed a hint of urgency. 

“Weird. She never showers unless I nag her. Why so eager today?” 

Han Mengyi muttered. 

Unable to figure it out, she shrugged it off. She assumed Shen Yue was in a good mood. After Shen Yue left, Han Mengyi cheerfully started doing her makeup. 

Shen Yue hailed a taxi. She arrived home in under five minutes. Her parents worked in nearby K City. But they bought a house in J City for her university studies. She lived there for five years. She was focused on her education. 

Once inside, Shen Yue locked the door, grabbed clothes, and headed to the bathroom. She slipped off her underwear. She then noticed a stark, wet stain in the middle. 

“…” 

Her slender fingers touched between her thighs. They found a sticky mess. 

She always thought herself free of desire. But after that dream, she felt a stirring want. 

It was a terrifying thought. Shen Yue splashed cold water on her face. She decided to push it aside. 

… 

After her shower, Shen Yue napped. She then applied light lipstick and drew sharp eyeliner to accent her cool demeanor. 

Her striking looks stood out even more today. She dressed up. She was wearing a denim minidress with a black leather jacket—charming yet icy. 

She took a taxi to the mall. Han Mengyi texted that she had arrived. Shen Yue rode the elevator and spotted Han Mengyi and Jin Yan at the popcorn stand. 

Shen Yue smiled faintly. Their relationship was strong. Jin Yan held an iced cola for Han Mengyi. The two playfully teased each other like a couple in love. It was impossible not to feel a twinge of envy. What girl didn’t want to be cherished? Jin Yan acted carefree usually. But he stepped up when it mattered. 

“Yueyue! You’re here!” 

Han Mengyi’s voice snapped Shen Yue out of her thoughts. She walked over, and a cola was pressed into her hand. 

“I got you a zero-sugar cola. Want some popcorn?” 

Han Mengyi offered. 

“No, it’ll cause breakouts.” 

Shen Yue said. Her lips curved slightly. She pulled a sleeve from her pocket to hold the cold cola. Her eyes were casually scanning. 

“Didn’t you say there’d be four of us? They’re not here yet?” 

“No worries, I’ll check,” 

Jin Yan chuckled. He dialed a number. It went to busy tone. 

Jin Yan: 

“…” 

“It’s fine. We can sit together as three,” 

Shen Yue said considerately. 

“I’ll take the edge.” 

“Uh, Yueyue,” 

Han Mengyi stuck out her tongue, 

“I booked two couple’s booth tickets…” 

Shen Yue’s mood sank. 

“Couple’s booth?” 

“Yeah, the view’s great, and it’s quiet,” 

Han Mengyi grinned. His eyes crinkled. 

“Don’t worry, it’s a hot guy.” 

Shen Yue’s red lips twitched. 

“A hot guy who’s late?” 

“Talking smack about me?” 

A crisp, cold scent hit her nose. Shen Yue’s vision darkened as she turned to see a man with a forced smile say, “Hi.” 

Shen Yue: 

“…” 

“What’s with that look?” 

Huo Cheng leaned down. He murmured in her ear. 

“Aren’t we pretty close already, hm?” 

Shen Yue stepped back three paces. Her eyes were wide like she saw a demon. 

She wanted to snap back. But Han Mengyi grabbed Jin Yan’s arm, giggling. 

“Come on, let’s go! It’s starting!” 

The theater lights dimmed. Shen Yue froze on the couch in the couple’s booth. The space was tiny, just a two-person sofa. She tried to sit to the side. But Huo Cheng plopped down. He casually draped his arm over the backrest, practically caging her in. 

Shen Yue gripped her cola. Her eyes were glued to the screen. Her posture was rigid like she was in military training. 

Huo Cheng glanced at her. His voice was tinged with amusement. 

“Why so tense? I’m not gonna eat you.” 

Shen Yue pursed her lips. 

“Huo Cheng, keep your hands to yourself.” 

“My hands are perfectly fine,” 

He said. His elbow brushed her shoulder as he leaned closer, voice lower. 

“Or do you want them somewhere else?” 

Shen Yue:

“…” 

Her face burned. But she stared straight ahead. She refused to look at him. 

Huo Cheng tilted closer, near her ear. 

“You look especially good today. Did you dress up knowing you’d see me?” 

Shen Yue trembled slightly. She was glaring defiantly. 

“If I knew it was you, I wouldn’t have come.” 

Huo Cheng chuckled. He was inching closer. He almost brushed her earlobe. His tone was dripping with ambiguity. 

“Shen Yue, your scent… it’s the same as that night.” 

Shen Yue jolted. She nearly bristled. 

“You—shut up!” 

“Shh.” 

Huo Cheng put a finger to his lips. He gestured for silence. 

“The movie’s starting, classmate Shen. Pay attention.” 

The couple’s booth was cramped. The screen hadn’t lit up yet. And a slow drip from the projector above pattered onto the seat. Shen Yue frowned. She shifted to avoid it. Today was just bad luck. 

Huo Cheng noticed. His lips curled into a lazy smirk. He glanced at the leaking ceiling, then at her pale legs under the miniskirt. He drawled, 

“This seat… if you don’t switch, you’ll be wet for two hours.” 

His tone carried obvious malice. 

“Or… sit on my lap?” 

Shen Yue’s face flushed. 

“You’re shameless—” 

“I’m not joking,”

He said lightly. His voice was close. His breath grazed her ear. 

“Or are you scared?” 

Shen Yue gritted her teeth. Maybe her brain short-circuited. But her body moved faster than her mind. She sat on his lap. 

Huo Cheng’s thigh muscles were firm. Her short denim skirt left her soft legs pressed against his trousers. As she sat, she felt a hard bulge right where she landed. It was like a scalding shock. Her body froze. 

She only meant to sit briefly to spook him. But the position was too perfect. Her hips were pressing exactly on his obvious reaction. It was like she got burned, her body stiffening. 

Worse, her thin denim skirt and its short hem left her bare thighs against his suit pants. Her heart was pounding from the heat. 

The thin fabric did nothing to block Huo Cheng’s warmth. She could feel his thigh muscles tensing. It was like he was holding back. 

The more she tried to move, the tighter his hand gripped. 

“Keep moving, and I won’t mind taking you right here.”