331 Three, Two, One...

"Mu Yazhe, what are you doing here?!"

Isn't he supposed to be very busy?

He gracefully propped his upper body on the sofa, his slightly opened black blouse faintly exposing his muscular chest.

He wore handsome and fitting trousers, which were complemented by a pair of expensive handmade leather shoes. His long slender legs stacked on top of each other in such elegance he presented himself as a man extraordinaire and debonair aristocrat at once.

One had to say that his figure was well-toned and sexy; every inch of his body was on point and perfectly proportioned.

A silver necklace dangled between his collarbones, and he looked absolutely attractive with his flawlessly milky skin.

He was in the U.S. for a while and just alighted from the plane today.

He appeared to her looking lethargic. His slight dishevelled jet-black hair hid his handsome brows and intertwined with his thick, long lashes that casted a shadow over his eyes.

He wedged a cigarette between his fingers. A faint fragrance permeated the air in the room.

Yun Shishi stood rooted to the ground. She furrowed her brows and questioned, "How did you get in, and… how did you find out that this is my lounge? Was there no one to stop you?"

This road here was heavily guarded. How did he get in without batting an eyelid?

"Stop me?" He thought that her choice of words was interesting. "This massive Huanyu Tower is all mine. Who would dare to stop me?"

"…"

What he had said made some sense.

"You're not afraid of… getting photographed by the paparazzi?" she asked weakly.

"What a serious tone. I don't feel comfortable listening to it." He smirked and, extinguishing the cigarette flame, he gestured for her to come over with a finger. "Shishi, come here."

Shishi…

This was his first time calling her that.

His voice was charming, with traces of gentleness seeping through.

She let her guard down, and a wall surrounding her heart crumpled.

"Come here." He appeared to be a little annoyed when she remained still.

She faintly detected a dangerous aura radiating off him, and she took a few steps backward while shaking her head in refusal. With her back against the door, she declined gloomily, "I'm not going over."

His lips furled upward suddenly as his thick lashes concealed the wit in his eyes. "Why, you have a bit of a temper."

"I don't, Mr. CEO. How dare I be mad at you?"

He formed a slight grin. "Then, come here."

She tilted her head uncomfortably and stood where she was without moving an inch.

He found this side of her very interesting. "You know what? The more you're like this, the more I'm unable to control myself."

She blushed.

She could clearly identify the affection in his words.

Immediately, she knitted her brows. "Are you a beast?"

As soon as he said that, he leaned forward in composure. "Be good. Come here."

"Hey—"

"Do I go over to you, or do you come here?"

He lay his back against the chair and counted solemnly with narrowed eyes, "3."

"2…"

"1…"

She saw him about to get up and subconsciously trembled. Bracing herself, she walked toward him obediently.

The man reclined on the sofa with one of his hands supporting the side of his head, the corner of his lips forming an evil smirk.

"Mu Yazhe, you… ah—"