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It is rare to find someone like Li Bo, who can remain clear-headed amidst the dual temptations of alcohol and desire. Wu Junhui was not angry; instead, she smiled with interest, her eyes sparkling with a hint of admiration. "Man, you have successfully caught my attention."
Li Bo rubbed his temples, the alcohol pounding in his head. He looked at the captivating woman before him, feeling a mix of emotions. He was no saint; just moments ago, he had nearly succumbed to temptation. Fang Jing Shu's face had acted like a protective charm, pulling him back from the edge of the abyss.
"I'm sorry," Li Bo began, wanting to explain but unsure of what to say.
Wu Junhui waved her hand, interrupting him. "No need to explain; I understand. However, the more you reject me, the more I want you. Just wait, man; when I set my sights on something, I always get it."
With that, Wu Junhui swayed her hips and left the room, leaving Li Bo alone in a whirlwind of confusion. Watching her retreating figure, an inexplicable sense of unease washed over him. This woman was not as fragile as Dai Xinyi nor as gentle as Fang Jing Shu; she was like a raging fire, full of aggression and a desire to conquer.
When Li Bo arrived home, the house was eerily quiet, with only the wedding photo on the wall showcasing Dai Xinyi's dazzling smile flickering in his mind. He irritably loosened his tie, unable to shake off Wu Junhui's words: "The more you reject me, the more I want you." They echoed in his head like a poisonous thorn embedded in his heart.
He felt like a fool, being toyed with by Dai Xinyi while Wu Junhui used him as a tool for revenge against Zhang Tianming. He took a large gulp of whiskey; the fiery liquid slid down his throat but did nothing to extinguish his inner turmoil. Moving to the window, he gazed at the sparse traffic below, lost in thought.
He recalled Fang Jing Shu—the woman who had comforted him during his most desperate times. Her gentle smile and steadfast gaze were like a clear spring that cleansed the impurities within him. Suddenly, he realized that his feelings for Fang Jing Shu ran deeper than he had imagined.
What is wrong with me? Li Bo chuckled self-deprecatingly; he felt like an emotional beggar, hastily grabbing onto another after losing one.
He pulled out his phone and scrolled through Fang Jing Shu's social media posts. The most recent update was from three days ago—a photo of her painting in the countryside with the caption: "Searching for inner peace."
Looking at her serene smile in the photo stirred a warm current within him. He suddenly longed to see her, to share his thoughts with her, and to hear her voice.
He dialed Fang Jing Shu's number. After a few rings, she picked up.
"Hello?" Her voice remained soft but laced with curiosity.
"Darling, it's me," Li Bo replied hoarsely.
"Bo? Why are you calling so late?" she asked.
"I miss you," Li Bo blurted out before realizing what he had said; heat rushed to his face.
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before Fang Jing Shu gently responded, "Bo, you've had too much to drink."
"I haven't," Li Bo denied vehemently. "Darling, I'm serious; I want to see you."
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