Burning Desire (1V1H) - Episode 6: Slender Waist

Episode 6: Slender Waist 

“One lick and you were wet, whimpering for more…” 

Shen Yue’s hand trembled. The tripe plopped into the soy sauce dish. It splashed dark droplets that nearly stained her clothes. 

“Yueyue, you okay? Did it get on you?” 

Han Mengyi offered a tissue. Shen Yue took it. She then wiped the table. 

“Thanks, I’m fine. Just slipped.” 

After cleaning, she shot Huo Cheng a fierce glare. 

Huo Cheng leaned back lazily. He raised an eyebrow as if nothing happened. He even asked kindly, 

“Need me to cook another piece for you?” 

This guy—if he didn’t join an acting troupe, his talent was wasted! 

Shen Yue ignored him. She muttered she needed the bathroom. She pushed her chair back and hurried out without looking back. 

Water dripped on the sink. Shen Yue bent over. She splashed cool water on her face and touched up her makeup. She was trying to calm her chaotic thoughts. 

She faced the mirror. Water droplets were sliding from her pale jaw to her collarbone. They wetted her stray hairs. Her delicate features looked painted—cherry lips, refined nose, upturned eyes with a naturally cold edge. It was like a red plum blooming in snow. It made her appear ethereal. But now, her face flushed lightly. Her lips were glossy like ripe peaches. Even she couldn’t hold her own gaze. 

Shen Yue took a deep breath. She was trying to banish thoughts of Huo Cheng. But her mind disobeyed. It was replaying scenes like a looping videotape. It stirred her frustration. 

Once calmer, she opened the bathroom door to return. But at the corridor’s corner, she saw Huo Cheng leaning against the wall. He was smirking faintly. 

His tall figure stood casually. One shoulder against the wall, black leather jacket half-open. Light spilled from above. It traced his sharp brow and chiseled jaw. Together, they formed an unrealistically perfect outline. His eyes drooped lazily. Her lips were curved with a hint of wickedness. 

Shen Yue frowned suspiciously. Was it a coincidence he was here too? 

“Why are you out here?” 

She asked.

Huo Cheng didn’t answer. He just chuckled lowly and stepped closer. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Each one thumped on her heart. 

He stopped. He trapped her between the wall and himself. His voice was tinged with amusement. 

“The food was spicy—” 

He paused. His burning gaze was on her slightly parted lips. And as if struck by a naughty thought, 

“Now I’m craving something sweet.” 

Shen Yue realized what he meant. She covered her mouth defensively. It made Huo Cheng laugh. 

“If I really wanted to do something, could you stop me?” 

His voice was low. He murmured in her ear. 

“Your eyes are so red, cheeks too.” 

His fingertips grazed her cheek. It sparked a wave of heat. 

“Like when you cried under me in bed.” 

“Stop… stop saying that word…” 

The heat she’d suppressed surged back. In this, she was no match for him. 

“That night… I was just drunk.” 

Huo Cheng wasn’t letting her off easily. His long fingers slid along her waistline. They boldly traced her slender waist through her skirt. His palm’s heat was scorching like fire. 

His mind flashed to that night—Shen Yue’s waist was slim and pale, with a shallow dimple. It trembled helplessly in his grip. Someone as delicate as her was quivering pitifully. One touch could control her entirely. The memory darkened his gaze. His pupils were like spilled ink. 

Shen Yue tried pushing him away but barely budged him. But it only pressed herself closer to his chest. 

“Huo Cheng, someone might see us. Get off…” 

Her voice shook. Her breathing was uneven. 

“So it’s fine if no one sees?” 

He asked playfully. He did not stop. He tilted his head. His hot breath was grazing her ear and neck. It was inching downward. 

Her face flushed fully. It was a mix of shame and anger. It worsened by passersby’s glances. 

“That’s not what I meant. Get up.” 

“Hm?” 

His tone dragged lazily. His thumb was pressing her soft lips. Shen Yue tensed as he spoke softly. 

“So, we’re the kind of relationship that can’t be seen?” 

Seeing her cool, beautiful face flush vividly, Huo Cheng’s eyes glinted with mischief. He finally stepped aside. He let her pass. 

Best not to push too hard, or she’d bolt. 

Shen Yue bit her lip. 

“I’m going back. Wait before you follow.” 

“What, feeling guilty?” 

Huo Cheng trailed her slowly. His lips curved with unconcealed delight. He ignored her request. 

Back at the table, Han Mengyi glanced at them. Her eyes were practically dripping with insinuation. She tugged Jin Yan’s sleeve. 

“Don’t you think there’s something between them? Like… simmering tension, right?” 

“You read too many novels,” 

Jin Yan said. He was sipping water, skeptical. 

“Who’d fall for my bro, that blockhead? That’s just asking for trouble. Shen Yue’s taste can’t be that bad, right?” 

“Hard to say,” 

Han Mengyi mused dramatically. 

“His face could outshine the entire entertainment industry.” 

“…” 

He couldn’t deny it. But why did it feel so annoying?