Chapter 96: A Killer's Life Is Also a Life!

A man's mouth is the devil's lie. Shen Miaoyu naturally wouldn't believe that Chu Fei was being that obedient. But given the current situation, if she woke Zhou Mi and the others, she'd be the one left embarrassed. So Shen Miaoyu could only bite her finger and endure the thrilling sensations his touch brought. As they say, men are creatures who always take an inch and ask for a mile. Seeing that Shen Miaoyu didn't dare make a sound, Chu Fei grew even bolder.

"Ah, you're not keeping your word!" Shen Miaoyu protested in a whisper, though her body offered little resistance. "I won't move." "You'd better not!" Shen Miaoyu turned her head, intending to glare at Chu Fei. But the moment she turned, she found herself staring straight into a pair of moist eyes brimming with desire. In the darkness, they shone so brightly they made her heart tremble. So much so that Shen Miaoyu was momentarily dazed. She let her guard down for just an instant, and that gave the owner of those eyes the chance to press in close. So close that even their breathing became tangled in ambiguity.

"Shen Miaoyu, I want you—!" Before Shen Miaoyu could refuse, Chu Fei leaned in and kissed her, sealing her lips with an overwhelming possessiveness. Shen Miaoyu's mind exploded in that instant, as stunning as fireworks reaching their highest peak. The kiss coursed through her body like boiling blood, wave after wave of heat surging through her limbs and bones. Chu Fei's hands wrapped around Shen Miaoyu's pale, slender neck. The contrast in their physiques was especially evident in that moment. Shen Miaoyu's entire body was drawn into his embrace, leaving her unable to move.

"You promised, you liar!" Shen Miaoyu sounded like she was pouting, or perhaps accusing Chu Fei of breaking his word. But either way, she had already completely surrendered to his forcefulness and her own racing heart. Until passion reached its peak, on the verge of ignition. She stretched out a hand without warning, her slightly cool fingertips tracing Chu Fei's burning cheek, then slowly drifting around to the back of his head buried in the crook of her neck, and grabbed hold of his hair.

Hiss! Chu Fei's light, rapid breathing sounded by her ear. Under such stimulation, as the two of them grew increasingly breathless, this battle had no losers—only two equally exhausted victors! Chu Fei chuckled softly, a smile full of smug satisfaction at having gotten what he wanted. Shen Miaoyu shot him a white glare, intending to go take a shower.

But the afterglow had yet to fade, and her legs were still trembling. She could barely stand steady, so she could only nod in a mix of shame and irritation. Afterward, Chu Fei wrapped his arms around her. Shen Miaoyu buried her head deep into Chu Fei's chest, her breathing gradually calming. After resting long enough, she tiptoed toward the bathroom, planning to clean up. Chu Fei had intended to follow her and go for a second round in the shower. But Wen Nuan, who he'd thought was already asleep, suddenly sat up halfway and called out. "Chu Fei, where are you going?" Chu Fei jumped in fright, looking at the little girl with a guilty conscience. "Nowhere, I'm not going anywhere. You weren't asleep?" "I was, but I woke up again." Wen Nuan rubbed her eyes, looking half-asleep. Chu Fei let out a slight sigh of relief and said gently, "Go back to sleep. I'll make you something delicious in the morning." "Okay." Wen Nuan crawled over with a grunt, shoving the sprawled-out Zhou Mi aside just a little. Then she lay down, grabbed Chu Fei's hand, placed it on her little head, and closed her eyes again. Now returning to the battlefield was out of the question for Chu Fei. He could only let the little girl hold him prisoner. After a moment, she murmured again, "Chu Fei." "What is it?" Chu Fei looked at her. Wen Nuan kept her eyes closed and gave a silly smile. "Nothing, just wanted to say your name." Chu Fei gently stroked her head and softly said goodnight. Wen Nuan, who had never had a single peaceful day or a single tranquil moment in her life, actually fell heavily asleep not long after, as if she wouldn't even fear the sky falling. "…"

On the other side, inside the Guan family villa. Song Yalan wore an ingeniously designed Chinese-style short dress patterned with ink-wash paintings, accentuating her pear-shaped figure perfectly. A qipao may carry a certain unique charm, but not every woman can pull it off. Only a classical beauty as full of feminine allure as Song Yalan could wear it without looking old-fashioned, instead only highlighting her virtues and spirit. This dress had taken Song Yalan a long time to choose. After all, through their first three encounters, she could tell that Chu Fei liked seeing her in a qipao. Otherwise, he wouldn't have deliberately left her clothes half-on every single time. Unfortunately, she had waited a long time, yet Chu Fei's figure still hadn't appeared. Remembering what he'd said yesterday, a shadow of melancholy crept across Song Yalan's pretty face.

"That brat... is he really not coming tonight?" Song Yalan felt somewhat disappointed and hollow inside. On a sudden impulse, she picked up her phone and dialed the contact for the dark web assassin service. If she sent a killer after him, he would surely come looking for her, just like the previous two times, right? Holding onto that absurd idea, Song Yalan directly quoted a price of one hundred million. The contact on the other end was completely dumbfounded. "Wait, lady, how about you pick a different target? That kid is too damned eerie!" Two failures in a row. If they failed again, the dark web's reputation would be ruined. If not for the fact that Song Yalan was paying too well, he would've just blocked her. Song Yalan said without the slightest hesitation, "Regardless, you have to send a killer after him—and you have to make sure he knows I'm the one who sent them. Whether it succeeds or not doesn't matter." "Huh?" The contact asked, baffled, "If success doesn't matter either way, then what are you even trying to accomplish?" "I'm honestly starting to suspect you're a saboteur sent by a rival assassin organization!" Song Yalan couldn't be bothered to waste words and directly asked, "Just tell me—are you taking this job or not?" For the sake of one hundred million, the contact finally agreed. "Fine. We'll send a more formidable killer within the next couple of days." "Another couple of days? Can't you do it now?" "Now?" "Yes. I can't wait that long." "Why are you in such a hurry? Can't you let him see tomorrow's sun?" The contact sighed. "Then I'll mark this job as rush. But this guy's already on our dark web blacklist, so it'll probably still be a wait—" Fortunately, the contact didn't know the truth, or he would've been even more devastated. So even our dark web killers are just part of your foreplay?! Assassins' lives matter too!!!

After hanging up, Song Yalan still couldn't hide the emptiness inside her. And of course, at that very moment, Chu Fei had to pop into her mind. After a brief restless stir, she tilted her head back, stared at the ceiling with hazy eyes, and let out a deeply satisfied breath...