Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 396: Encounter, Embrace, That Familiar Scent

The strong scent of perfume filled his nostrils, overwhelming and unpleasant.

"Hey handsome, have a drink." A woman leaned against Shen Su, offering the glass of wine to his lips.

Shen Su sat steadily, accepting the drink readily, taking a swig.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, exuding a carefree and bohemian air, brimming with masculine hormones, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Gu Nanjiu squinted, observing Shen Su.

Suddenly, he smiled slyly at Kash, "Seems like the mute is no different from us."

Kash chuckled too, "Everyone’s a player in this bar scene, right? Who here can’t handle the game?"

The beauties kept offering Shen Su drinks, one after another, and one of them leaned in, attempting to kiss him.

Shen Su didn’t seem inclined to dodge, instead casually wrapping an arm around the woman’s shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

He arched an eyebrow, smiling roguishly, lowering his head to kiss her—

The woman met him halfway, though this man wasn’t particularly handsome, there was something irresistibly attractive about him and his scent was inexplicably refreshing.

She was more than willing to please a man she had feelings for.

Before her was a man who was both wild and tempting.

"Ugh—"

However, at the next moment, just as their lips were about to meet, with his breath close enough to touch, the man abruptly pushed her away and vomited.

He supported himself with one hand on the coffee table, the other waving dismissively.

Indicating he’d had a bit too much to drink.

Gu Nanjiu’s attention was drawn to the commotion.

"Is she that ugly? Enough to make you nauseated?"

Shen Su waved it off, pointing to the drinks, indicating his low alcohol tolerance.

Gu Nanjiu, cold-blooded at heart, naturally didn’t care about these objective factors.

Suddenly, he reached out, grabbing the woman’s chin, his gaze cold and sharp, "You can’t even serve properly when you’re told to?"

Holding a cigarette, he thrust it towards the woman’s mouth, causing her to scream in pain, weeping bitterly.

Pathetic and pitiful.

"Heh—" Gu Nanjiu looked coldly at the woman before him, unable to hide his excitement, his voice chilling, "So this is what it feels like..."

He squinted his eyes, "Tang Si really knows how to play."

Kash asked, puzzled, "Who is Tang Si...?"

Gu Nanjiu clenched his teeth in anger, "A cop."

But his tricks are as sly as any gang leader.

Wild in his tactics, unpredictable, always full of surprises and thrills when facing him as an adversary.

Shen Su watched the scene before him, his gaze unchanging, calm as ever, only sipping the water on the table after vomiting.

Gu Nanjiu figured the game had gone on long enough, he tossed the woman aside, "Scram!"

Then he asked, "Wasn’t there supposed to be another one? Why hasn’t she come?"

"Here she comes!" Sister Li’s voice called from outside the room.

The door swung open, and a woman stood beside it.

With a slender, graceful figure, wearing a black strapless dress, the skirt high above her thighs, high heels accentuating her long, straight legs, catching all eyes.

Her body was simply explosive.

A mask obscured her face, yet exuded an irresistible allure.

Under the light, her delicate skin was tantalizing.

Inviting the touch, the kiss.

Behind the mask, Song Yi saw the man in the corner, her pupils fluttered, Gu Nanjiu...

What absolute serendipity.

"Get in." Sister Li gave Song Yi a little nudge at this point.

She staggered a few steps forward, nearly tumbling, before steadying herself with a deep breath.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t nervous or afraid, her gaze occasionally darting towards Gu Nanjiu, fearing he might recognize her.

Who would have thought, Gu Nanjiu waved a hand, pointing at Song Yi, "You."

Pointing then to Shen Su, "Serve him."

Gu Nanjiu sat there, elegant and cold, barely sparing Song Yi a proper glance.

He disliked women, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t touch them.

Yet somehow, right now, he had no desire even to touch.

None of these appealed to him in the slightest...

—"Teacher Gu."

A young girl’s slightly naive face and innocent smile floated idly across his mind.

And that soft, tender voice, each word landing directly on the tip of his heart.

Gu Nanjiu frowned, massaging his temples.

"Heh—" he suddenly let out a chuckle, downing a glass of red wine in one go.

Teacher Gu—was the disguise he had taken on with the most joy.

Song Yi glanced toward Shen Su, and his gaze coincidentally met hers.

For some reason, there was a subtle nuance in their eye contact.

Watching the soft figure approach and slowly lower down beside him, the faint fragrance surrounded him.

The hand Shen Su rested on his knee suddenly made a small undulating motion.

He glanced sideways.

Even with the mask, the woman’s allure was unmistakable.

Though reluctant at heart, given the circumstance, Song Yi saw no choice but to comply...

She bit her lip slightly, looking at the person beside her, in a gleaming colorful room, tight and dangerous atmosphere prevailed.

Yet oddly, from tension to natural ease, at the moment she caught a whiff of his scent.

Despite it being mingled with women’s perfume, not pleasant in the slightest.

"Hello." She spoke.

Shen Su’s eyes never left her face, burning and intense, seemingly intent on seeing through the mask.

He nodded at her.

Since he remained silent, Song Yi relaxed a bit, at least she didn’t have to deal with conversation.

She poured a drink, but Shen Su gestured for her to stop, leaving her puzzled as she looked at him.

Kash noticed and explained, "He’s mute."

"Just drank a bit too much earlier, nearly threw up, best not to give him more alcohol."

Song Yi nodded at the information, "Thank you, understood."

Shen Su fished out a cigarette, placing it at the corner of his lips, reaching around his person for a lighter.

Song Yi, perceptive, spotted the lighter on the coffee table, promptly reaching over to light it for him.

As she leaned closer, his scent became clearer, yet dominated by the heavy perfume, it was less than pleasant.

Frowning, she lit the cigarette for him.

Her gaze fell upon his lips, momentarily stunned.

The way he held the cigarette always held a hint of nonchalance and languor, subconsciously overlapping with him.

Her heart raced suddenly, lifting her eyes to look at him.

He was observing her, his deep pupils meeting hers.

In this close proximity, she involuntarily held her breath.

Her wrist seemed to tremble slightly, unprepared, directly hitting a wine bottle on the coffee table.

The bottle toppled instantaneously, red wine spilled across the floor, causing alarm on the other side, while her heart sunk rapidly, accelerated, then calmed.

Because at the moment she knocked over the bottle, the man seized her hand, pulling her onto his lap.

Settled entirely on his leg.

Familiar warmth and sensation swept over her.

Instinctively, Song Yi tightened her grip on the fabric of the man’s pants, overwhelmed by an indescribable emotion.

This commotion made Kash glance at Gu Nanjiu’s face, finding little change.

He frowned at Shen Su, reprimanding, "Can’t you be a bit gentler? If you want to hug, just do it; you knocked over a bottle, startled me."

"Spent too long in the black market, haven’t seen a woman?"

"Look at you bumping the lady’s legs, so embarrassing, so impatient!"

Shen Su frowned slightly, the hand around the woman’s slender waist smoothly gliding downward, sliding over her thigh—