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Chapter 227 The Domineering Older Sister Manager 13

After Lu Xingchen's tour in Hangzhou came to a perfect end, Liu Yunshu and Shen Hanzhou received phone calls at the same time and hung up.

"There's something I want to tell you..."

"There's something I want to tell you..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yunshu casually raised an eyebrow. "You two are quite in sync. You go first."

Shen Hanzhou's fingertips were still holding the phone he had just hung up. The moment the screen went dark, the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

"Um! Someone challenged me to a duel, and I have to go keep the order. Can you come with me?"

"A challenge?"

Liu Yunshu had just picked up the warm water on the table and taken a sip when she heard this, she paused, the rim of the cup touching the corner of her lips, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.

She put down her water glass and tapped the table lightly with her knuckles. "Who's so bold as to challenge you to a duel?"

"Tch!" Shen Hanzhou raised his chin slightly with an arrogant expression, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone in a circle.

"Just a small karaomi! Just because I haven't been to the racetrack lately, you think I've forgotten who the real champions are?"

Liu Yunshu looked at Shen Hanzhou, who had regained his former unruly demeanor, with admiration, her smile deepening.

Wild roses are most vibrant and dazzling when they look like this.

Are you going or not?

Shen Hanzhou's eyes held a hint of expectation, but his face remained stiff and indifferent.

Her fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of her phone, but the blush on her ears was impossible to hide.

Liu Yunshu saw it clearly, and the smile in her eyes deepened. She spoke with a hint of regret:

"I can't go. I just received a notice that I have to stay in Hangzhou to handle some work."

Shen Hanzhou's arrogance vanished instantly, and the expectation in his eyes quickly dimmed.

His hands, which were in his pockets, clenched unconsciously, and his tone was tinged with a hint of grievance: "Oh... alright then."

Liu Yunshu leaned closer to him, pinched his taut jawline, and gently stroked it twice, her tone soft and coaxing:

"If you win, there's a reward."

Shen Hanzhou stiffened, a fine itch spreading along his jawline where he had been touched, reaching his heart.

"What reward?"

His voice was muffled, carrying a hint of lingering grievance, yet also a barely perceptible joy.

What do you want?

Liu Yunshu's fingertips were still pressed against his chin, and with a little force, she forced him to turn his head back.

Under the lamplight, the disappointment in the boy's eyes had not completely faded.

At this moment, however, this sudden intimacy was tinged with a moist anticipation, making it all the more alluring.

She leaned closer, lowering her voice slightly, with a hint of authoritarian indulgence, "Anything is fine."

She paused deliberately, her gaze lingering on his reddened earlobes, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Of course, only in bed."

"Do you keep your word?" Shen Hanzhou's voice trembled slightly, with the last syllable rising in pitch.

Liu Yunshu's gaze fell on his flushed neck, a smile hidden in her eyes. "When have I, Liu Yunshu, ever gone back on my word?"

Shen Hanzhou's Adam's apple bobbed. His earlier disappointment had vanished, replaced by an undisguised elation.

"Then I'll go!"

He turned around almost impatiently, his steps becoming lighter.

He turned around abruptly at the door, his gaze fixed intently on Liu Yunshu.

"You just wait, I'll definitely beat that little Karami until he cries and admits defeat. The championship can only be mine!"

Liu Yunshu leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, watching the competitive spirit burning in his eyes.

A knowing smile played on his lips, his voice languidly confident: "I'll wait."

Not long after Shen Hanzhou left, Lu Xingchen pushed open the door and walked in.

The wisps of hair on her forehead were still damp, clearly indicating that she had rushed over right after removing her makeup.

"Why did you come out with your hair still wet? Be careful not to catch a cold."

Liu Yunshu picked up a dry towel from the side and carefully wiped him down.

Lu Xingchen squatted down slightly and obediently lowered his head in accordance with her movements.

The dampness from her hair brushed against Liu Yunshu's wrist, leaving a slightly cool sensation.

He let her fingertips run through his hair, a low sigh escaping his throat, "I wanted to come see you as soon as possible, so I didn't wait for it to dry."

Liu Yunshu paused in her wiping motion, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes, but her tone carried a touch of reproach:

"Why rush? If you catch a cold and it delays the rest of the trip, see how I punish you."

"Any punishment is acceptable."

Lu Xingchen looked up at her, his wet eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, his eyes filled with an intense dependence and love.

"As long as I can stay by your side."

Liu Yunshu casually tossed the damp towel aside and ruffled the boy's soft hair.

"I won't be able to go to the next tour; I have to stay in Hangzhou to handle some work."

The dependence in Lu Xingchen's eyes had not yet faded when a faint sense of loss appeared.

He pursed his lips, his voice carrying a hint of barely concealed grievance, yet he still obediently said:

"It's alright, work is important. I... I'll do my best to complete the rest of the tour, and wait until you're done."

Looking at his forcedly sensible demeanor, Liu Yunshu felt a surge of tenderness in her heart. "You haven't kept your promise from last time. Can you do it tonight?"

As she spoke, she gently stroked the dark circles under his eyes with her fingertips.

Lu Xingchen's pupils contracted sharply, and he subconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes at his side, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Her voice trembled slightly, yet it was filled with eager excitement: "Y-yes, it's possible!"

As soon as he spoke, he realized he had been too hasty, and his cheeks burned even more, so he quickly lowered his head.

"I'm not tired, not at all. You can say whatever you want."

Looking at his shy yet obedient appearance, Liu Yunshu's eyes softened even more.

"Come here." Liu Yunshu stretched out her hand to him, her tone lazy yet full of control.

Lu Xingchen almost immediately took a step forward, half-kneeling in front of her, his eyes overflowing with anticipation.

Looking at him like this, Liu Yunshu gently lifted his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to raise his head.

Under the lamplight, the boy's eyes were filled with her image, filled with pure dependence and burning love, making him exceptionally alluring.

Liu Yunshu looked at Lu Xingchen, who was kneeling in front of her.

"how?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice barely audible, yet carrying an undisguised trembling sweetness: "A lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth."

Liu Yunshu chuckled softly, her fingertips slowly sliding down his jawline.

Her gaze swept over the clearly defined Adam's apple on his neck, feeling its violent movement, and the smile in her eyes grew even stronger.

She leaned down slightly, her warm breath brushing against the top of his head, carrying a languid yet assertive tone: "So, do you like it?"

With a gentle push of her fingertips, she lifted his chin again, forcing him to look her in the eye.

Under the lamplight, the moisture in the boy's eyes grew even thicker, filling his vision with her image.

The pure dependence mixed with a hint of helplessness after being teased is especially alluring.

Lu Xingchen's gaze met her deep eyes, and his heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

Her voice even trembled with a soft, tearful tone: "I...I like it..."

After saying that, he could no longer hold back. He suddenly closed his eyes, buried his face in her palm, and greedily absorbed the warmth of her hand.

As Liu Yunshu felt the warmth in her palm and the boy's slight trembling, a mixture of desire for control and tenderness welled up within her.

She gently stroked his hair, her voice low and indulgent: "Sweetie, then let me see just how much you like it."

The towering mountains and overlapping peaks gave me goosebumps.

Lu Xingchen felt like he was going to drown in the waves of Liu Yunshu.

The temperature in the air continued to rise, and an ambiguous atmosphere intertwined.

The night outside the window seemed to thicken, completely enveloping the room into a private space isolated from the world.

Lu Xingchen's consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only the warmth of his palm, the whisper in his ear, and the love that was about to explode in his chest.

He was like a clinging vine, tightly entwined with the sunlight that belonged to him, greedily absorbing her essence and indulgence.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he leaned against her chest, his cheek pressed against her warm skin, listening to her rapid and strong heartbeat.

His fingertips unconsciously traced the curves of her waist, his voice hoarse and almost incoherent, yet filled with a satisfied sigh: "Sister Yunshu..."

Liu Yunshu gently stroked his sweat-dampened hair, her eyes overflowing with tenderness, yet her tone still carried a hint of languid assertiveness:

"Tired?"

Lu Xingchen nodded, then immediately shook his head, rubbing his head against her chest like a clingy little animal.

"I'm not tired... As long as it's you, I'm not tired."

Liu Yunshu chuckled softly and lightly flicked his fingers.

Seeing his body tense up instantly, a sly glint flashed in her eyes: "You've got a sweet tongue."

The boy's cheeks flushed even more, but he no longer looked away. Instead, he looked up at her, his eyes filled with pure and ardent love.

"Because Sister Yunshu is sweet, everything I say is true."

Under the lights, the shadows of the two embracing were stretched long, and a sweet atmosphere lingered in the air.

Moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, falling on the scattered clothes and outlining an ambiguous and tender silhouette.

Looking at the pure dependence in the eyes of the person in her arms, Liu Yunshu's heart softened again, and she whispered, "Get some rest, we have a trip to take tomorrow."

Lu Xingchen nodded obediently, but still held her waist tightly, refusing to loosen his grip even slightly.

Her voice had a thick nasal tone: "I'll hug you a little longer... just a little longer."

Liu Yunshu did not refuse, but gently patted his back, as if she were coaxing a child to sleep.

The room gradually returned to silence, with only the steady breathing of the two people remaining, outlining the most tender scene in the quiet night.