Chapter 105: An Ambiguous Night (2)

"What can you do? Are you going to give me a blowjob?" Lin Fan asked with a wicked smirk, looking Zhao Ying up and down. "I can hold back, but what about you? Are you feeling restless, unable to contain yourself anymore?"

"Hmph, forget it then. I wasn't even keen on doing it anyway," Zhao Ying retorted, her expression shifting instantly. Under the water, she reached out and began to touch him.

Lin Fan couldn't help but gasp. This woman flipped her mood faster than turning a page, and in the end, it was always he and his "brother" who suffered. Still, the feel of Zhao Ying's soft, warm hand was undeniably pleasant. Regrettably, just as he was closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation, Zhao Ying chuckled mischievously and said, "Do it yourself. My hand is getting sore. I'm going to sleep."

Hearing this, Lin Fan nearly face-planted into the water. She had stoked his desire only to abandon him, leaving him to finish the job himself—that wasn't fair! Lin Fan’s face looked worse than if he were crying. He had expected to enjoy himself, but now he had nothing. Had he known, he shouldn't have played the gentleman; these days, it was better to be a rogue—at least then he wouldn't have to suffer so much.

"That's what you get for not being honest. Now that she's gone, you're still not behaving," Lin Fan muttered to himself as he stood up, wiped his body, and glanced down. With a look of frustration, he walked toward the bedroom, completely naked.

Fresh out of the shower, Lin Fan’s hair was fluffy, his face chiseled, and his bangs slightly lifted. The crisscrossing scars on his body gave him an aura of overwhelming dominance, and the faint scar on his forehead added a touch of regal intensity. For a moment, Zhao Ying, lying on the bed, couldn't help but stare, mesmerized.

Lin Fan, clearly unaware of Zhao Ying’s gaze, pulled back the covers and climbed in. He had finally managed to stir up a bit of feeling, only for Zhao Ying to extinguish it with a single sentence. It would be a miracle if he felt comfortable now.

Once in bed, Lin Fan turned off the light without hesitation. Every extra look at Zhao Ying felt like another layer of torture. Yet, she wouldn't let him be. Under the covers, she pressed her entire body into his arms, her small hands constantly teasing him. Lin Fan didn't know whether to hold her or push her away, so his hands just hovered there. He smiled bitterly to himself, thinking, "This girl is determined not to let me have any peace, not even letting me sleep."

Slowly, the fire within Lin Fan grew stronger. "Forget it," he gritted his teeth, pushed Zhao Ying down, and rolled on top of her.

"Can't hold back anymore?" Zhao Ying asked, not shy in the slightest, her eyes locked onto his with a faint smile on her lips.

"If you keep tempting me like this, I really will lose control," Lin Fan said, pouting with a hint of regret. If she hadn't said that, he might have gone all the way, but now he just rolled over to the side. "Damn, I'm afraid of you, alright? I'll be tortured to death by you sooner or later. You can't just keep tempting me like this."

"That's more like it," Zhao Ying said, resting her head on Lin Fan’s arm with a triumphant smile. "I’m going to call you 'Grim Reaper' from now on, is that okay?"

Lin Fan’s heart gave a sudden jolt at the name. It was so familiar. He didn't mind when other men used it, but until now, only one woman had ever called him that: Ling Xue. Back in Dragon Soul, Ling Xue never used his name, only calling him "Grim Reaper."

"Fine," Lin Fan whispered, his lips moving slightly. He didn't know if he still loved Ling Xue, but he knew that she was perhaps only his past, while Zhao Ying represented his present and his future.

Zhao Ying continued to hold him in the pitch-black room. Although she stopped her teasing, the fire she had ignited in Lin Fan wasn't going to fade so easily. He had to distract himself by thinking about the future development of Dragon Soul, trying to treat the woman clinging to him as if she were air.

"It’s hard to hold back, isn't it?" Zhao Ying suddenly whispered into his ear.

"Yeah," Lin Fan replied with a soft grunt, his eyes closed. *No kidding,* he thought to himself. *Facing such naked temptation, what kind of man wouldn't be suffering?* If his self-control hadn't been so strong, he would have taken her already, but he certainly wouldn't say that out loud.

Zhao Ying hesitated for a moment before her hand quietly slid down his broad chest, moving lower until it touched him...

She knew that with Lin Fan’s personality, if he had made up his mind, he wouldn't let things go further tonight, and she couldn't bear to see her man in such pain.

Feeling Zhao Ying’s movements, Lin Fan’s eyes snapped open. He looked down, and the next moment, Zhao Ying slipped under the covers. Lin Fan wore a smile that was half-bitter, half-wicked. As he felt the warmth radiating from below, it was as if he had suddenly stumbled into the Garden of Eden.

Lin Fan’s mouth fell open in disbelief. "Ying'er..." He wanted to protest, but she was likely too focused to hear him. Her movements became increasingly gentle, her touch perfectly rhythmic, causing Lin Fan’s body to tense up and his breathing to grow shallow and rapid.

At that moment, Lin Fan was filled with overwhelming emotion. He secretly swore to protect this woman, the one who would spend her life by his side, and never let her suffer even the slightest grievance or harm.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Fan shuddered and let out a long, heavy sigh. He held the woman in his arms, stroking her hair as he slowly drifted into a sweet slumber.

...

Early the next morning, Lin Fan was up early. Although he wanted to stay and cuddle with Zhao Ying, it was a habit formed over many years that he found hard to break.

Seeing Zhao Ying still fast asleep with a satisfied smile on her lips, Lin Fan brushed her hair aside and kissed her forehead gently. He got out of bed and called downstairs to have breakfast delivered, knowing she would be waking up soon.

He then dove into the bathroom for a cold shower—another habit he couldn't shake. Thinking of last night, a faint, wicked smile played on his lips. He hadn't expected Zhao Ying to go that far for him. He felt an indescribable sense of gratitude; if he were to lose a woman like this, he would never find another like her, even if he searched the whole world.

When he returned to the bedroom, Zhao Ying was awake. Seeing Lin Fan walk in wearing only his boxer briefs, with a massive tent pitched in the front, her face turned bright red. She couldn't believe she had done that last night—she had been so wild in front of him.

"Natural morning reaction. I can't control this," Lin Fan said with a grin.

Seeing Zhao Ying kneeling on the bed, looking like a shy little woman and not daring to meet his eyes, Lin Fan realized her embarrassment. He chuckled dryly and helped her get dressed, not daring to say anything else. If he upset her, he might lose the chance to enjoy such service in the future. Last night, her mouth had nearly sent him to heaven; frankly, this seemed to be the first time he had ever experienced such a thing.

Seeing the reminiscent look on Lin Fan’s face, Zhao Ying grew angry and pinched the soft skin on his waist until he cried out for mercy.

In the living room, Lin Fan pushed the breakfast the waiter had just brought over toward Zhao Ying. He glanced at his phone, which was ringing, and said, "Ying'er, go ahead and eat. I have to take this call."

Zhao Ying didn't speak, just nodded gently and began to eat on her own. Ever since she learned about Lin Fan’s life, she knew that as the leader of a mercenary group, he had many responsibilities, and he kept her in the dark only to protect her.

After answering the phone, Lin Fan lowered his voice. "Xiaoyong, what is it?" He knew Tan Zhiyong wouldn't call unless it was urgent. Calling him this early meant something had happened that he couldn't handle, and Lin Fan hadn't wanted to answer in front of Zhao Ying to avoid worrying her.

"Boss, Nanxing has run into trouble in the Golden Triangle," Tan Zhiyong’s voice came through, strained and tense. The smile that had been on Lin Fan’s face vanished instantly.