lcionline Chapter 317 A Chance Encounter on the Terrace
Chapter 317 A Chance Encounter on the Terrace
Song Yanzhou immediately chased after him, but accidentally kicked over the trash can next to the sofa.
Just as he was about to bend down to help, his phone rang again, so he had to answer it.
By the time he ended the call and left the lounge, Bo Junxing was nowhere to be seen in the corridor.
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At this moment, the main banquet hall was dimly lit, with only a beam of light shining on the host giving a speech from the center of the stage.
Bo Junxing weaved through the crowd, anxiously searching for Shen Feiwan's figure.
In the dim light, the guests gathered in twos and threes, their figures indistinct, their whispers and the clinking of glasses adding to Bo Junxing's anxiety.
His gaze swept across every corner, and suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flashing past the west exit.
His heart tightened, and he instinctively chased after him.
With his long legs striding across half the banquet hall, he quickly caught up with the person and grabbed their slender wrist.
However, when the woman turned around, she was met with a pair of astonished, unfamiliar eyes.
The woman who had been pulled around turned around abruptly, her eyes filled with surprise. "Who are you? What are you doing?"
Bo Junxing then realized he had mistaken someone for someone else, quickly let go of his hand, and frowned, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
After saying that, he turned and left.
“Wait a minute,” the strange woman stared at him for a moment, then said suspiciously, “You look so familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before? I’m not trying to hit on you, I’m serious. I think I’ve seen you in some video. Are you a celebrity?”
Bo Junxing frowned and spoke quickly, "No, excuse me."
After saying that, he strode away without looking back.
Watching his figure disappear around the corner, the woman suddenly remembered that this was the man who had tried to steal the bride at the Lin family's wedding.
Lin Xiaoyan and his new wife are here today. Are we going to see something interesting again?
Bo Junxing didn't know where he should go.
Shen Feiwan's phone was always unreachable; she had probably blocked him.
He wandered aimlessly until he stopped in front of a terrace.
The night rain hadn't stopped, and the damp chill seeped into the shirt collar, the fabric clinging wetly to the neck, sticking in a nauseatingly sticky way.
He raised his hand and ripped open his collar with a heavy and quick motion. A button popped off, bounced crisply on the ground, and rolled toward the edge of the terrace.
His gaze instinctively followed the direction, but he caught a glimpse of a figure in the rain.
—Like Shen Feiwan.
But the embarrassment of mistaking someone else was still lingering in his mind, so he didn't dare to confirm it rashly. He just stood there and called out in a low, hoarse voice, "Shen Feiwan."
Amid the sound of rain, the figure paused slightly before slowly turning around.
It's really her.
Rainwater wove a hazy curtain behind her. The moment their eyes met, a hint of surprise flashed in Shen Feiwan's eyes, followed by a frown.
Bo Junxing's breath hitched, the emotions surging in his chest almost overwhelming his reason. He strode forward, grabbed her waist, and pulled her fiercely into his arms.
The damp, cold shirt clung to his taut chest, his body heat seeping through the thin fabric, almost scalding. He lowered his head, his heavy breath pressing against her ear, his voice low and harsh, "...Shen Feiwan."
Bo Junxing's knuckles turned white from the force of his grip on Shen Feiwan, as if he was suppressing some more insane impulse—to meld her into his very bones, to bite the pulse beating on the side of her neck, to make sure she never had the chance to disappear from his sight again.
Shen Feiwan felt a sharp pain from his grip and struggled to push him away, asking, "What are you doing here? What are you doing here?"
Bo Junxing ignored her completely, tightening his grip on her arms as if only in this way could he confirm her real existence.
Shen Feiwan shoved his chest forcefully, her voice low but filled with anger, "Speak."
Bo Junxing's breathing was heavy and labored. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times before he squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "I've gone mad, Shen Feiwan."
“I know,” she struggled, “let go of me right now—”
Before she could finish speaking, footsteps suddenly echoed down the corridor. Bo Junxing immediately tightened his arms around her, his burning lips almost touching her earlobe. "Shh, don't move, someone's coming."
Shen Feiwan froze instantly. Faint sounds of conversation drifted from afar.
"By the way, did you bring any fire? I don't have any fire on me."
"Yes, I brought it. It's raining quite heavily."
"It's okay, we can smoke on the terrace, right in front."
The footsteps grew closer, and Shen Feiwan's breath caught in her throat. She instinctively buried her face in his thin, soaked shirt. The cool rain mixed with his burning body heat made her ears burn.
The footsteps stopped abruptly at the entrance to the terrace.
“There are people here,” one of the voices paused, “Let’s go somewhere else.”
As the footsteps faded into the distance, Shen Feiwan was about to lift her head from Bo Junxing's embrace when Bo Junxing's face pressed down on her.
In the dim light, a dangerous glint lurked in his eyes. "Now, it's time to settle our score."
Shen Feiwan frowned. "What grudge do I have against you? You deserved it for slapping me that day."
Bo Junxing's gaze remained fixed on her parting red lips. On the surface, he seemed to be listening to her speak, but his eyes were already churning with turmoil. He gave a low "hmm," his voice unusually hoarse.
Shen Feiwan frowned even more, "Hmm? What are you saying..."
Before she could finish the last word, Bo Junxing suddenly leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely.
His kiss was heavy and urgent. First, he sucked hard, as if trying to devour her whole, then he bit her lower lip lightly as if punishing her, making her gasp for breath. Shen Feiwan instinctively wanted to curse him, but as soon as she opened her mouth, he took the opportunity to invade her body, kissing her even deeper. She struggled to bite him, but Bo Junxing seemed to have expected it, turning his head away. Then his lips moved around, kissing her from the corner of her lips all the way to the tip of her nose, and then to her slightly trembling eyelids.
His kiss was so focused and intense that he even forgot to restrain her wrist. Shen Feiwan took the opportunity to raise her hand to hit him, but before her fingertips could touch his face, he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his chest.
“Don’t do that,” he said in a low, husky voice, with a dangerous warning, “If I don’t control my strength, you’ll be in pain.”
The words have not yet fallen.
He kissed her again.
But at this moment.
Lin Xiaoyan's voice suddenly came from the corridor, "Wanwan...where are you?"
The footsteps grew closer. Shen Feiwan couldn't break free from Bo Junxing's grip, and she couldn't make a sound to alert them. In desperation, she bent her knee and thrust it into his crotch—
Bo Junxing reacted extremely quickly, squeezing his long legs together and wedging them between her knees, pinning her firmly against the wall.
Their bodies were pressed close together, their breaths mingling. He chuckled softly, lightly pecking her lips at the corner of her mouth, his voice unusually hoarse.
"It will break."
A warm, wet kiss then moved to her earlobe, brushing against it almost imperceptibly, sending a shiver down her spine. "Who's looking for you, hmm?"
Shen Feiwan turned her head away, her voice low but ruthless, "You'd better let me go now. What I'm doing is very important. If I fail because of you, I will really kill you."
Bo Junxing narrowed his eyes, his teeth biting her earlobe lightly. "Kill me? So cruel?" He chuckled, his hot breath spraying onto her neck. "Looks like it's your current husband who's looking for you."
He deliberately emphasized the word "husband," tightened his arms, and pulled her even closer. "What if I said I wouldn't let you go—not only wouldn't I let you go, but I'd also make him see with his own eyes how we're having an affair?"
Anger surged in Shen Feiwan's eyes. "You really can't stand to see me doing well?" She took a deep breath, her voice almost squeezed out between clenched teeth. "Then don't blame me for being heartless. I originally..."
She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
Bo Junxing raised an eyebrow, "What were you originally?"
Shen Feiwan frowned deeply and gritted her teeth, saying, "I'll say it again, let me go."
Bo Junxing sneered, then lowered his head without a care, kissing her cheek and sliding down her neck, his tongue lightly licking her throbbing pulse. "Anyway... you wouldn't dare to make a sound."
The footsteps in the corridor grew closer, almost reaching the entrance to the terrace.
Shen Feiwan knew she couldn't delay any longer, so she suddenly rammed her forehead into Bo Junxing's chin.
With a muffled thud, Bo Junxing released one of his hands in pain.
Taking advantage of the moment, she pulled a sharp U-shaped hairpin from her hair. With a flash of cold light, the sharp tip of the hairpin was already pressed against her thin, well-proportioned waist and abdomen.
The two faced each other in the dim light, the tip of the hairpin pressed against Bo Junxing's waist and abdomen, but Bo Junxing did not move, only staring intently at Shen Feiwan with his deep eyes.
“There are no bones here,” Shen Feiwan said coldly. “The spleen is just further in.”
Bo Junxing suddenly chuckled softly, his voice hoarse, "Yes, as long as you're ruthless enough, hurting me would be a piece of cake for you."
He leaned forward slightly, pressing the hairpin tip even closer. "How about two inches higher? A bullet was just taken for you there not long ago. And one of my hands was also broken for you."
...Shen Feiwan suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, and her hand holding the hairpin trembled almost imperceptibly.
Just then, footsteps in the corridor were right next to them.
Thinking of her family, she hardened her heart and forcefully thrust her wrist forward—
With a "hiss," the sharp tip of the hairpin pierced through Bo Junxing's thin, smoky gray shirt, and blood immediately seeped into a small, dark patch.
Bo Junxing groaned, but the pain was even worse in his heart.
He looked down at Shen Feiwan, his eyes filled with disappointment, pain, and a complex mix of emotions he couldn't quite put into words.
In the end, he could only sigh softly, "Alas, I'm poisoned. What am I going to do with you..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed Shen Feiwan's waist and pulled her into the darkest corner of the terrace.
There was a tall flower stand there, forming a cramped corner between it and the wall.
The moment the two pressed close together and hid inside, the half-open door to the terrace was pushed open completely, and Lin Xiaoyan's voice came clearly, "Wanwan?"
In the confined space, Bo Junxing held Shen Feiwan tightly in his arms.
His hot breath sprayed against her ear, and blood was still seeping from his injured waist and abdomen, yet he still refused to loosen his grip.
The shadow of the flower stand perfectly concealed their figures, and Shen Feiwan could feel Bo Junxing's heartbeat pounding heavily against her chest through the thin fabric of his clothes.