Miss Truth

Having stood quietly for a long time, Su Fu leaned slightly to the side, his deep eyes staring at her intently, before he threw the cup in his hand onto a table near the door. After watching it settle stably on top, he began to unfasten his belt.

Ran Yan glanced at the lighting. The moonlight was like water, and visibility was quite good. She would have preferred seeing in daylight, but the fact that Su Fu was willing to keep the appointment was already a great honor. Demanding more could infuriate him, which would certainly not be good.

The deep gray outer robe slid off due to his movements, hanging on the cockscomb behind him and trailing sinuously on the ground. Su Fu’s shirt was already unbuttoned, the front open, revealing his muscular chest.

Ran Yan had seen it more than once, in the carriage, and last night in the bamboo house in this courtyard, but each time was only a brief glimpse, and now, she was only inches away from him.

His shoulders were broad and solid, the Adam’s apple on his neck distinct with slight bulges of veins leading to his clavicles. His skin was pale and serene yet seemed to burst with energy. The muscles on his chest were slightly raised, distinct yet not exaggerated. The paleness of his skin made the two fruits on his chest appear irresistibly tender and red, almost translucent under the moonlight. The well-defined muscles on his abdomen were not like those specially trained "rocks" but rather, under his mild appearance, hid strength.

The unabashed look in Ran Yan’s eyes caused the muscles on Su Fu’s sturdy arms to tense slightly, with the veins on his neck even bulging slightly as if he were desperately trying to restrain himself.

"Shall we continue?" Su Fu asked, his voice cold and suppressed.

Ran Yan was about to nod when he continued, "You can look, however... after looking, you have two choices: either become my wife or die."