Chapter 7 Close Call
After washing up, I went straight to his closet like it was my own and picked out two pieces I could wear.
Not bad.
His taste was still as good as ever—everything I liked.
Fu Ji Ye stood to the side, silently watching me.
When I tried the clothes in front of the mirror, I finally noticed the hungry look in his eyes behind me.
Like he was about to pounce any second.
Wait—Fu Ji Ye was already this desperate?
How long had it been since he got any? Staring at a brother like that with such pervert eyes.
I looked at him in disdain. “No hookups abroad?”
Someone like Fu Ji Ye was popular everywhere.
Never short of girlfriends or boyfriends.
As I thought about it, my gaze unconsciously drifted downward.
Morning wood. Impressively sized. Definitely not ordinary.
Then I looked at myself.
Come on—step up your game!
Can’t lose here!
Fu Ji Ye’s lips curved. His eyes were full of amusement.
He stared straight—at me…and down there.
He raised a brow. “Can’t help it. It already has an owner. Only moves for you.”
“Get lost. You’re making me want to puke up last night’s drinks first thing in the morning.”
Fu Ji Ye wasn’t done.
He softened his eyes pitifully. “I’m not joking.”
“Wait—don’t move.”
He suddenly reached over.
I froze instinctively.
A little nervous.
“What?”
Fu Ji Ye leaned down, arms going around my neck, doing something.
He was two heads taller than me.
We were so close I could clearly feel his breath.
I looked up at him.
Fu Ji Ye was really handsome. Deep eyes, high nose bridge, almost like a mixed-race model.
Lips full and red. Looked very kissable.
No wonder so many people liked him.
Compared to Gu Qu Nian, he was on another level.
A soft chuckle came from above.
“Your collar’s crooked.”
Fu Ji Ye tilted his head and looked at me, then suddenly cursed.
“Liao Xing, you idiot. Your taste in partners is trash.”
I’d just started thinking maybe he’d changed. Started to see him differently.
He couldn’t even pretend for long before mocking me again.
“Get lost.”
I shoved him away in anger.