Fang Yuan furrowed his brow slightly. Relying on his intuition and five hundred years of life experience, he could smell the scent of a conspiracy.
A cold glint flashed through his eyes before vanishing. He relaxed his brow. "I'm a little hungry. You came at a good time. Bring it in."
Outside the door, Shen Cui, carrying the food box, heard this. A contemptuous, cold sneer leaked from the corner of her mouth.
But when she pushed open the door, her face was nothing but meekness.
"Young Master Fang Yuan, this food and wine smell wonderful. Even through the box, this servant could smell it." Her voice was thick and sweet, brimming with seductive charm.
Setting the box on the small table, Shen Cui took out the dishes one by one and arranged them neatly.
The dishes on the plates were indeed a feast for the eyes and the nose.
She then took out two wine cups and filled them.
"Come, Young Master, sit down. This servant took the liberty today of wanting to have a drink with you." Her smile was like a flower. She walked over to Fang Yuan, boldly took his hand, and pulled him over to a stool by the table, making him sit.
Then she directly sat down on Fang Yuan's lap, leaning her soft body against his chest. Like a delicate bird, she whispered into his ear, "Young Master Fang Yuan, this servant has always liked you. No matter what my talent is, this servant wants to be with you, to rely on you, to comfort you. Tonight, this servant wants to give my body to you."
She was heavily made up today.
Her cheeks were rouged, her lips pink as cherry blossoms. Because she was whispering right into his ear, the delicate, youthful breath teased Fang Yuan's earlobe.
With her sitting in his lap, Fang Yuan could clearly feel the fullness of Shen Cui's body.
Her springy thighs, her slender waist, the softness of her chest.
"Young Master, let your servant feed you the wine." Shen Cui picked up the cup, but instead of handing it to him, she threw back her head and took a mouthful of wine. Then, her eyes sheen with moisture, she stared fixedly at Fang Yuan, her cherry lips slightly parted as she slowly brought her mouth towards his.
Fang Yuan's expression was cold. It was as if the girl sitting on his lap was not a young woman, but a stone carving.
Looking at his expression, Shen Cui felt a little uneasy at first. But when her lips were just a finger's width away from his, she became sure of herself. She sneered in her heart: "Still putting on an act."
Just then, Fang Yuan let out a cold laugh, his tone full of contempt. "So it's just seduction after all."
Shen Cui's expression froze. She swallowed the wine in her mouth and feigned annoyance. "Young Master Fang Yuan, what are you saying?"
A cold light flickered in Fang Yuan's eyes. He stared into Shen Cui's eyes while his right hand landed on her snow-white neck and began to squeeze slowly.
Shen Cui's pupils contracted sharply. Her voice trembled with panic. "Young Master, you're hurting me."
Fang Yuan didn't answer. He just squeezed harder.
"Young Master Fang Yuan, this servant is scared!" Shen Cui was already having trouble breathing, her expression was panicked. Her delicate hands instinctively grabbed Fang Yuan's hand, trying to pry it off. But his hand was like an iron vise, impossible to break free from.
"So, my aunt and uncle sent you to seduce me and frame me? That means the men should be set up downstairs by now." Fang Yuan sneered contemptuously. "But who do you think you are, trying to seduce me? With these two lumps of rotting flesh on your chest?"
As he spoke, his left hand went to Shen Cui's chest. He viciously grabbed a handful of her soft flesh, causing it to severely deform.
A sharp wave of pain shot through her chest. Shen Cui's eyes flew wide open, filling with tears. She wanted to scream, but her throat was crushed by Fang Yuan's grip, and only a muffled sob escaped. She began to struggle fiercely. If she didn't fight back, she would really suffocate!
But at that moment, Fang Yuan slowly loosened his grip.
Shen Cui immediately opened her mouth wide, greedily gasping for air. She breathed so desperately that she broke into a violent fit of dry heaving.
Fang Yuan laughed softly. He reached out a hand and gently caressed Shen Cui's cheek. In a leisurely tone, he asked, "Shen Cui, do you think I can kill you?"
If Fang Yuan had roared and screamed in anger, Shen Cui might have fought back fiercely.
But when Fang Yuan softly laughed and gently asked if he could kill her, Shen Cui felt a profound, chilling fear.
She was afraid!
She looked at Fang Yuan in terror, at this young man who was smiling at her.
At this moment, Shen Cui swore she would never forget Fang Yuan's eyes. These eyes held no emotion. They were pitch black and deep, like an ancient pond hiding a terrifying monster.
Under the gaze of those eyes, Shen Cui felt as if she were stark naked, standing in a frozen wasteland!
This person in front of her absolutely dared to kill her, could kill her…