Burning Desire (1V1H) - Episode 8: Don’t Want to Think of Him

Episode 8: Don’t Want to Think of Him 

The car was overly quiet. It had only the low hum of the engine and Shen Yue’s uneven breathing. 

After speaking, he seemed to consider seriously. His gaze subtly landed on her. He drawled slowly, 

“Now that I think about it, you were pretty fierce.” 

He chuckled softly. His fingers casually tugged his shirt. It revealed a patch of skin. 

“Here,” 

He pointed below his collarbone. Then once more an inch lower, 

“And here, all scratch marks.” 

His tone was light. It was like ice laced with liquor. It was intoxicating with a gentle sway. 

“The culprit ran off. It left me too embarrassed to go out that morning.” 

Shen Yue’s fingers were propped on her forehead. They froze. Her ears burned instantly. 

“Can you… not talk so shamelessly?” 

She scratched so hard because he kept coaxing and teasing her to make noise! 

Huo Cheng’s eyes curved. He was unfazed by her scolding. At a red light, he suddenly leaned closer. 

He was too close. So close Shen Yue caught his cool scent mixed with faint tobacco. It blended with the car’s warm air. It made her scalp tingle. 

“Why’re you so close?” 

Her voice wavered. Her body was still. 

“Just adjusting,” 

He said, deadly serious. 

“Your seatbelt’s too loose.” 

Shen Yue started to say she’d do it herself. But his fingertips lightly brushed the seatbelt near her collarbone. They barely touched. Yet they made her tense up straight. 

His expression remained cool. Like he was genuinely just helping with the seatbelt. 

Huo Cheng pulled back. One hand on the wheel, the other on the gearshift. His wrist was elegant. Its veins were faintly visible. 

Shen Yue’s lashes fluttered. She turned away. She stayed silent the rest of the drive. 

The car pulled into the underground parking lot. Light from the windshield spilled in. It coldly illuminated their faces. It highlighted the smoldering sparks in the air from earlier. 

The lot was dimly lit. As Shen Yue got out, a cold breeze hit her neck. It made her shiver. 

“Which floor?” 

Huo Cheng pocketed his keys. His tone was casual, like commenting, 

“Nice weather today.” 

She hesitated. Then she said sixth floor. She was about to add he didn’t need to come up. But he was already matching her steps. He even naturally pressed the sixth-floor button. 

“Why’re you following me?” 

Her eyebrows jumped. Her tone was sharp. 

Huo Cheng glanced at her. His brow was raised. 

“Afraid you’ll get drunk and stumble again, too weak to even hold up.” 

Shen Yue huffed. 

“I’m not drunk today.” 

The elevator’s cramped space felt stifling. The overhead light cast his mischievous glint clearly. 

“But you were last time,” 

He said suddenly. His tone was light. It was like recalling a memory. 

“Clinging to my neck to walk steady, humming the whole time.” 

“You—!” 

“You’ve improved today.” 

A faint smile in his eyes landed on her face. 

“At least you made it to the elevator.” 

The elevator climbed. Numbers were ticking up. The silence was broken only by their breathing. 

Shen Yue stepped back toward the wall. She tried to create distance. But the elevator jolted slightly. She lost her balance, tilting forward. 

A pair of hands steadied her arms. 

“So scared of me?” 

Huo Cheng’s voice came from above. It was a whisper laced with amusement. 

Her ears burned red. She tried to shake off his hands. But his fingers slowly slid to her wrists. They casually brushed her delicate skin. 

So slender and pale. He could hold both wrists in one hand. 

“Why can’t you look at me, hm?” 

Huo Cheng lowered his gaze. 

“Thinking of something?” 

Shen Yue’s eyes darted. Her voice was weak. 

“No, who’s avoiding you?” 

Huo Cheng didn’t reply. He just leaned closer. His body’s heat was pressing her almost against the elevator wall. 

“Or—” 

He tilted his head. His eyes crinkled. His tone was deliberate. 

“Thinking of that night, when you couldn’t escape?” 

“Huo Cheng—!” 

“Alright, I’ll stop teasing.” 

He raised a brow. He stepped back as the elevator doors opened. Shen Yue practically fled. 

Huo Cheng followed unhurriedly, chuckling. 

“Were you actually reliving it just now?” 

Shen Yue stopped abruptly. She then turned to glare, ears still red. 

“I wasn’t.” 

She swiped her keycard to open her door. She was about to step inside. But she saw him lingering at the doorway. His hands were in pockets, looking lazy. 

“What,” 

His gaze flicked to her collar. His lips curved ambiguously, 

“Not inviting me in?” 

Shen Yue sneered. She pushed him back. 

“Dream on.” 

The door slammed shut. It left Huo Cheng outside. He paused. Then a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. Amusement was spilling from his throat. 

“Lock the door. I’m leaving.” 

Shen Yue leaned against the door. She took a deep breath. She was trying to suppress the lingering heat in her chest. 

She walked to the living room. She tossed her bag on the sofa, poured a glass of water, and pulled out her criminal law textbook. 

But before reading a single line, her mind flooded with images of him leaning close earlier— 

She snapped the book shut. She rubbed her temples irritably. She didn’t want to think of him. 

He wasn’t even here. Yet his presence clung to her nerves. The moment things quieted, he crept into her thoughts. He was inescapable. It left her no time to figure out what this feeling was.