TVSFPAG -Chapter 94 You Still Want a Next Time?

That bite wasn’t light—the man’s body clearly stiffened for a moment.

But the next second, he held Song Yunfei even tighter. Sweat dripped from his chin onto her neck, the droplets gathering together and seeping into her hair.

Chu Jinhan spoke near her ear with some difficulty, “Y-you… relax a bit.”

“……”

“It’s clearly your lack of skill!” she retorted, her face red, trying to shift the blame while sounding rather defensive.

But Song Yunfei was genuinely starting to regret it. If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have acted so impulsively.

In the end, after struggling half the night, both of them were exhausted. Even Chu Jinhan, who was usually so particular about cleanliness, didn’t go take a shower.

In short, the experience was very poor. Song Yunfei fell asleep while inwardly complaining and grumbling.

——

Hua Xian personally called to confirm, and the response she received struck her like a bolt from the blue.

She couldn’t even hold her phone steady—it slipped from her hand and hit the ground with a thud, shutting off.

What Song Yunfei said was true. Nan Nan really had slept with Chu Jinhan’s younger brother.

So… what had she been doing all this time, running around like a fool?

Not only that, Shen Younan had even told her not to go looking for the two of them.

What hurt her even more was that Song Yunfei knew, but she didn’t!

When Bai Yu was driving home from work and passed by an intersection, he saw her sitting on the curb with her chin propped in her hand, completely lacking any sense of image, looking as if she had lost all faith in life.

He stopped the car in front of her, and a teasing voice came from inside, “Isn’t this the big star? Did you not get paid for your performance and have no money to book a hotel?”

Hua Xian snapped back to her senses and looked up.

The man, who looked respectable but wasn’t, leaned against the car window, tilting his head and smiling at her.

She immediately flared up in anger, stood up from the ground, and said through gritted teeth with a cold laugh, “You again? Not in pain anymore, huh?”

Bai Yu extended a finger and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

The smile behind the lenses remained gentle. “Pain makes things unforgettable. To be in pain for a big star like Miss Hua Xian—many people would beg for that.”

Hua Xian showed a look of disgust, as if she had slapped him but he had licked her hand in return.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Miss Hua Xian is a public figure—you should pay attention to your image. And this area isn’t very safe at night. A beautiful woman like you should be careful walking alone at night.”

Hua Xian froze for a moment and looked around. It was around one or two in the morning, and there were very few people or cars on the road.

In the distance, a roadside food stall still had a group of people shouting and drinking.

A trace of panic flashed across her face, but she still refused to back down verbally. “None of your business. I think the least safe person here is you!”

“It seems there’s quite a misunderstanding between us, but that’s alright. I believe there will come a day when it’s resolved.”

“Cut the act. It’s disgusting.” Hua Xian snorted coldly, too lazy to deal with him. She bent down to pick up her phone, only to find it wouldn’t turn on, and panic immediately set in.

Bai Yu glanced at her black-screen phone. “Well then, do you want a ride? This place doesn’t look very safe.”

At first, she hadn’t felt much. But after what Bai Yu said—and looking at the dimly lit street—Hua Xian began to feel uneasy.

She hesitated in place, unwilling to lower her head.

She noticed the group at the food stall in the distance had finished drinking and were getting ready to leave.

She then suddenly looked back at Bai Yu. Seeing the man’s playful smile, she opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Just as she finally gathered the courage and prepared what to say, Bai Yu spoke first again:

“Forget it. It seems Miss Hua Xian still doesn’t trust me. I won’t disturb you then, lest you think I have ulterior motives.”

With that, he actually raised the car window slowly and drove away.

“Hey!”

Hua Xian chased after a couple of steps, but couldn’t catch up. She could only watch as the car disappeared into the night.

A night breeze blew past, carrying the smell of alcohol mixed with the aroma of grilled food from the stalls. She instinctively hugged her arms tightly.

“That bastard!”

Hua Xian stomped her foot in anger, then quickly walked toward a more brightly lit area.

She hadn’t gone far when she suddenly felt something was off—there seemed to be footsteps behind her.

Her heart tightened. She quickened her pace, breaking into a light jog from a brisk walk.

The footsteps behind her seemed to speed up as well, keeping pace with her hurried steps.

Her heart pounded wildly. Her pretty face was filled with tension and panic. She didn’t dare look back and could only run desperately.

But at that moment, she saw a familiar car parked ahead.

Bai Yu leaned against the car door, arms crossed, looking at her with a half-smile.

“Running pretty fast, huh.”

Hua Xian stopped running, bent over with her hands on her knees, gasping for breath as she glared fiercely at the man in front of her.

At this moment, the urge to beat someone to death had reached its peak.

——

Song Yunfei was awakened by a phone call. She reached out to grab her phone but instead touched a warm chest.

She froze for a moment, then felt again. Vaguely recalling what had happened last night, a wave of soreness spread across her entire body.

Opening her eyes, she found that Chu Jinhan was already awake and had helped bring her phone from the cabinet.

Seeing that it was Zhang Tao calling, she quickly grabbed the phone and answered.

“Song Yunfei! What are you doing? I’ve called you so many times! The client is waiting for you to show the property and sign the contract—don’t tell me you don’t want the commission anymore!”

Song Yunfei was confused. She hadn’t taken any clients these past few days—where did a contract come from?

“What contract?”

“A rental contract! Did you forget?!”

Song Yunfei sat up abruptly. Halfway up, she took a deep breath and lay back down again.

Then she turned a reproachful look toward the man beside her.

Chu Jinhan silently pulled up the slipping blanket to cover her.

“Sorry, I got heatstroke. Manager Zhang, could you help me sign it?” she said, pretending to be weak and coughing twice.

“You really are… forget it. Don’t let this happen again.”

“Thank you, Manager Zhang.”

Song Yunfei hung up the call and looked at him again.

Chu Jinhan avoided her gaze, sat up from the bed, and said, “I’ll go make breakfast. You can rest a bit longer.”

Song Yunfei noticed the crisscrossed scratch marks on his back, as well as the bruised bite marks on his shoulders and arms. She felt slightly more balanced.

At least she wasn’t the only one who suffered.

Chu Jinhan quickly got dressed, cleaned up the mess on the floor, took a shower in the bathroom, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Song Yunfei stayed in bed, not wanting to move at all.

Chu Jinhan later brought the breakfast to her bedside. “Eat in bed.”

Song Yunfei lay half-reclined and looked at him suspiciously, teasing, “If I remember correctly, when I used to lie in bed eating snacks, someone used to frown so hard they could kill a fly. And now you’re fine with eating in bed?”

She was referring to the original owner, after all, the house wasn’t big, and when staying at home all day, the bed and sofa were basically the only places to sit or lie down.

Chu Jinhan paused slightly while holding the bowl of porridge, then replied somewhat unnaturally, “You remembered wrong.”

“Is that so?” Song Yunfei said. “Then can I eat chicken drumsticks in bed?”

Chu Jinhan glanced at her.

After a moment of silence, he said, “As long as you like.”

“And get oil all over the bed?”

“…We’ll just wash it.”

Song Yunfei couldn’t help but laugh, but the movement pulled at a sore spot in her body, causing her to suck in a sharp breath in pain.

Chu Jinhan placed the bowl of porridge on the bedside table and supported her. “Does it hurt a lot?”

“What do you think? Why are you so bad at this?”

Chu Jinhan considered for a moment and said, “I already have some experience. Next time won’t be like this.”

“You still want a next time?!”

Chu Jinhan froze.