Seducing Him - Chapter 10

The car interior lights were still off, the space dim. He leaned back slightly, gaze calm as it fell on the girl who still maintained her gentle, drunken posture.

She was curled up on the seat, her slender neck pressed against the seatbelt, leaving a deep mark across her collarbone. Her skin under the faint light was so pale it looked like the slightest force would bruise it.

His eyes lingered on her as if scrutinizing—or perhaps stunned by that unintentional movement from earlier.

Ci YiYang kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep. She no longer had the mind to wonder whether his actions had been deliberate or not. Her heart skipped uncontrollably, her breathing carefully restrained to keep it from sounding erratic.

A moment ago, she thought she had brushed against something wet and soft. It felt like the tip of his tongue slipping out by accident—or maybe his lips dampened by it. Either way, the sensation was too strange.

The thought that he might have actually stuck out his tongue made her whole body go numb.

As she was caught up in chaotic speculation, a low, faintly drowsy yet cool voice sounded near her ear—calm as ever.

“Jiejie, are you awake?”

His tone was so natural that she couldn’t tell if there was indifference or disappointment hidden in it.

She remained motionless, even though her neck had grown stiff from holding the posture.

After a minute or two, he spoke again, unhurriedly calling her back.

“We’re here.”

Ci YiYang slowly opened her hazy eyes, playing drunk. “Why are you here?”

The corners of his lips lifted in a mild smile. “You drank too much with friends. Someone called me to pick you up and bring you home.”

Perhaps because of the dimness inside the car, his dark eyes looked shadowed, and the faint red at the corners made his whole face seem tinted with an inexplicable allure.

Ci YiYang pressed her head, frowning. “Oh… thank you.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt, reached for the door, and staggered out.

But after only a few steps, someone caught her arm.

“Jiejie, wrong way—this way.”

She turned back and let her body lean against him, cheek pressed to his chest, murmuring in a soft, weak voice, “I… feel so dizzy.”

He smelled nice.

Not of perfume, but a faint natural scent, like it seeped out of his skin itself.

Originally only pretending to be drunk, Ci YiYang, upon catching that subtle fragrance, truly felt her head spin.

Lu Jin lowered his gaze, eyes trailing briefly across her lips before moving away.

His hand settled gently on her shoulder as he guided the drunken girl toward the elevator.

Once inside, he let go. “Wait here.”

He headed to the kitchen.

Moving sluggishly, Ci YiYang changed out of her shoes. Glancing at his back, she figured he must have been bothered by the smell of alcohol clinging to her.

Never had she seen a man so particular—as if the slightest trace of liquor on someone else tainted him.

She slipped on house slippers, wandered toward the island counter, intending to pour some water. Instead, she filled a glass to the brim with wine.

She had tried it once before—its flavor strong.

The red wine burned her throat raw, half of it spilling messily down her front. She was a complete mess now.

Her head grew heavier. Abandoning the cup, she supported herself on the wall, staggering upstairs.

She wasn’t sure where she ended up, but hazily recognized a door ahead. She tried it, but no matter what, couldn’t open it.

Finally, she slumped weakly at the threshold.

When Lu Jin came upstairs, he saw her there—sitting on the floor.

Her white dress was stained dark with spilled wine, looking as if dipped in fresh bl00d. Her pinned-up hair had come loose, strands cascading over her chest. Head bowed, she looked so fragile it seemed she might shatter at the slightest touch.

He took in the sight, then crouched in front of her, voice mild. “What are you doing at my door?”

Hearing him, she lifted her misty almond-shaped eyes, tears shimmering within. “I… I can’t get in.”

“Get in?”

His brow arched slightly. Then, seeing her pitiful look, he curved his lips. “You’ve got the wrong room. Yours is next door. This is mine.”

“It’s mine,” she insisted with a shake of her head, stubbornly tugging at the handle. The lock replied only with a muted beep of fingerprint recognition.

He simply watched her, black eyes steady, making no move to help.

After several failed attempts, Ci YiYang gave up and instead threw her arms around his neck, pleading softly, “Open it for me… please? I’m so tired. I just want a shower… and to sleep.”

He didn’t push her away. Instead, he smiled faintly, voice low. “So… jiejie intends to sleep in my bed? Hm…”

His breath fanned across her scalp, making her shiver, ears burning red as her face burrowed closer into his neck.

She rubbed her cheek against his skin and faintly caught a hushed sound—almost like a sigh, tinged with trembling restraint.

It didn’t surprise her.

She had realized before… he was sensitive.

She raised her flushed face, eyes hazy, and nodded. “…Yes.”

With a chime, the door clicked open.

Ci YiYang instantly pushed him aside and staggered in.

But his hand caught her wrist, pulling her back sharply.

She stumbled against his heated chest. Cool fingers toyed with her earlobe.

His careless voice murmured, “Why the rush, jiejie?”

She turned her head, displeased. “Don’t pinch… it’s uncomfortable.”

He chuckled softly, releasing her, then placed something in her hand. “My apologies.”

Looking down, she saw her pearl earring.

So he’d only been removing it.

He led her to the sofa. “Sit here a while.”

“Alright.” She nodded obediently, watching him walk away to fetch water.

The sound of pouring filled the silence. Outside, moonlight cast vague shadows, green vines curling around thick trunks, reflected in the tall window as if it were a giant mirror.

Leaning against the carved white bookshelf, his eyes fell on that glass pane.

In its reflection—Ci YiYang knelt on the sofa, already sliding her dress off her shoulders.

Pale skin, dark hair, a delicate waist slim enough to be enclosed in one hand—all of it seared into his vision.

The dispenser beeped softly, the cup full.

He didn’t move at once, only lowered his gaze, expression unreadable, posture loose, as though none of it interested him.

Not until she slipped into a loose shirt she’d found did he turn back, water glass in hand.

She looked up as he approached, calm as ever, as though he had seen nothing.

Lu Jin flicked his eyes briefly to the shirt on her body, asking nothing. He set the cup down. “Warm water.”

Ci YiYang stared at him instead of drinking.

Meeting her gaze, his expression was mild, almost puzzled, though his dark pupils seemed to tug her in.

She averted her eyes and slowly reached for the glass.

Before her fingers touched it, she swayed forward, as though she hadn’t been sitting securely, and fell.

She didn’t hit the ground—because someone was in front of her. Instead, she knocked into him, sending the unguarded boy backward.

He didn’t dodge. His arm even came up instinctively to steady her.

Her hands braced against his chest, knees astride his waist. In the motion, her lips grazed his jaw.

Instantly, his whole body jolted, a muffled groan breaking free.

First came the scent of sweet wine. Then the realization—her body was soft, weight light as a cloud against him.

His eyes unfocused under the light, lips parted with shallow breath.

Only when listening closely could one catch the faint tremor of desire wrapped in those breaths.

Suddenly, Ci YiYang blinked, panic flashing in her hazy eyes. “Sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—I just felt dizzy, the glass kept spinning in my vision—I really didn’t mean—”

Her lips kept moving, spilling apologies.

But Lu Jin wasn’t hearing a word.

His gaze stayed locked on the glimpse of her tongue as she spoke, his pupils dark and chaotic.

God… he wanted to break her.

From the first moment he saw her, he’d wanted to.

But now he forced it down, answering instead, “It’s fine.”

She quickly pushed herself off, too drowsy to hold on any longer, and collapsed face-first onto the sofa, eyes closing.

At first, she was pretending. Then the heaviness of sleep overtook her.

She faintly felt herself lifted into the air, but her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds. She gave up, surrendering to the warmth cradling her.

The curtains dropped automatically, veiling the night sky and dim stars in shadow.

On the bed, Ci YiYang slept deeply, oblivious to the tall figure seated at her side, his shadow cast long over her.

He watched her quiet face for a long time, then chuckled softly.

Slender fingers brushed over her flushed lips.

So soft—so soft he wanted to slip inside, to feel if the inside was even wetter, even softer.

She twitched at the ticklish touch, rubbing her face against the blanket, but her body was too heavy to move. Breath by breath, her awareness dissolved. The only thing she could faintly hear was a hushed, trembling sigh by her ear.

“A shirt with nothing underneath, straddling my waist and moving around… of course I’d react.”

His lips touched her forehead, whispering hoarsely, as if blaming her. “Is this all you can manage, jiejie? Why stop here? Just a little further, and I’d have been inside you.”

Eyes half-lidded, his finger continued to trace her lips. “Still… even asleep, you’re so cute.”

The low laughter curled like summer rain—hot, heavy, and unrelenting.