Wanding International Mall, Gu Zixuan was in Feng Chengjin’s embrace as they passed through several waves of people. Avoiding the crowd, they weaved through store fronts, turning into the emergency exit. As he opened the door, Feng Chengjin released his arm around her, grabbing a mop from the corner to prop it against the door frame before switching to hold her hand, running quickly down the stairs with her. Behind them, someone seemed to push open the emergency exit door as well, with a loud "Bang," followed by a yelp "Ow!" They followed down in pursuit. In the air, as Gu Zixuan ran alongside Feng Chengjin, she saw the sudden mischievous smile on his lips and the unexpectedly playful glint in his deep Mo Tong eyes. Her heart fluttered, as she watched his long fingers tightly interlace with hers. He held her hand tightly as they fled. It felt as if they were eloping, from Earth all the way to the moon... Behind them, the sound of footsteps in pursuit resumed rapidly after a brief pause, making the already tense Gu Zixuanxin’s heart pound wildly with adrenaline. As they quickly descended the stairs, Feng Chengjin seemed concerned about her ankle, swiftly scooping her by the waist with his long arm as they approached the landing, holding her down. Each hurried body contact allowed Gu Zixuan to fall into his chest, inhaling the pleasant scent of his shirt, feeling his warm body temperature. Descending three floors, Feng Chengjin opened the emergency exit door and, just about to pass through, saw the cleaning worker with their back to him, head down, mopping the floor. His deep Mo Tong eyes flickered as he pulled the dirty water bucket used for mopping from beneath the cleaning worker’s feet, placing it at the door. He tugged her back into the mall, ducking into a store. Inside the store, Feng Chengjin pulled her quickly to the clothing racks, grabbing a few garments, and darted into the fitting room. The linen curtain of the fitting room fluttered. The swiftness of their actions seemed to catch the young shop attendant off guard, leaving her stunned at the fitting room entrance. Dressed in a light coffee-colored uniform, just as she was about to say, "Hey, sir, you can’t..." Feng Chengjin’s voice came from inside, "Trying on clothes, I’ll check for her. Don’t worry about it." The young attendant, confused and slow to react, nodded after a moment, saying, "Oh, okay." However, as she glanced down at the "clothes" from their brand, she still hung her head in embarrassment. Suddenly, the emergency exit door next to the store was slammed open again. A middle-aged man, wearing a reporter’s canvas pocket vest and a camera hanging from his chest, emerged, panting. His head was covered in dirty gray dust, and who knows what he had done to cause it. As he rounded the corner to their store entrance, they curiously peeked out to continue watching. Reporter Liu looked around; his head was now completely covered in dust, making him feel disgusting. Not to mention, when he opened the door earlier, despite his fast reflexes and high avoidance speed, he still kicked over the dirty mop water bucket, facing the bewildered and angry glare of the cleaning worker, soaking his left pant leg and shoe. Seeing the collective look of shock and disdain from the shop attendants, Reporter Liu felt a moment of frustration. However, he ignored it, furrowing his brow as he scanned his surroundings again, the momentary disappearance of Feng Chengjin making him take a deep breath as he quickly continued forward, searching for any possible hiding places! Behind him, the cleaning worker quickly caught up, cursing angrily, "Hey! I just cleaned that, and now you’re all wet. Can’t you stay still?" But Reporter Liu paid no heed, focused on the once-in-a-lifetime headline explosive news concerning Feng Chengjin! As they left, inside the linen-draped fitting room, the two peering through the gap to watch the outside scene let out a long sigh, returning from their anxiety. Standing up, Feng Chengjin intended to say it was all right now. As their eyes met, Feng Chengjin lowered his gaze, noticing their current state, a slight ripple in their glances. Gu Zixuan’s heart was even hotter. In the cramped fitting room, originally meant for just one woman to try on clothes. With two people inside, it was even tighter, not to mention Feng Chengjin’s tall and imposing figure... Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel·fiɾe·net The sense of a constricted space pressed down, making the entire fitting room feel filled with Feng Chengjin’s presence to Gu Zixuan. Feng Chengjin was holding a clothes hanger in one hand while keeping an arm around her waist with the other. She had one hand resting on Feng Chengjin’s suit chest, feeling where his heart beat. She couldn’t even distinguish if it was the sound of her own heartbeat or Feng Chengjin’s. She only felt something swelling within her chest. He stood leaning against the partition, with her squeezed against him. The intimacy seemed to silently grow between them; Gu Zixuan hadn’t felt such intensity in their previous two kisses. Now, because of this embrace’s posture and action, the awareness that Feng Chengjin was a man became increasingly strong, and her face grew even redder. The most embarrassing part was that she seemed to sense Feng Chengjin’s reaction. Despite the close contact, although the reaction was slight, she could clearly feel something slowly changing... Slightly stunned, she lifted her gaze. Under the light, Qiu Tong’s eyes appeared exceptionally clear. She looked below, then glanced at him again. Her face seemed to instantly turn so red it could drip blood. Feng Chengjin met her gaze, understood, and awkwardly turned his head, "...I’m developing normally." What kind of answer is that! Though she knew Feng Chengjin was giving her some sort of answer, Gu Zixuan’s face flushed bright red with embarrassment. She didn’t know whether to feel fortunate that, as a married woman at 26, she could still evoke a reaction from Rong City’s most famous eligible bachelor, thinking it must be her charm. Or to be furious—this was too outrageous! He clearly looked like a gentleman, but what was he thinking all day? How could he react like that at such a time! Feeling a bit indignant, she pushed away his body, stood up straight, trying to take a breath and expel the tangled emotions in her heart. But as she lowered her head, she caught sight of the things on the clothes hanger in his hand... On the golden rack, several enticing styles of lingerie were clipped... Their eyes met, and in that instant, not to mention, Gu Zixuan’s face was now utterly immersed in a rosy flush. Even Feng Chengjin’s usually impassive handsome face showed a flicker of surprise, quickly followed by a doubtful hue, then he shook his head. "Accidentally, I didn’t really look!" "..." Gu Zixuan said nothing, quickly turning her blushing face away, crossing her arms over her chest, muttering softly, "Who knows!" Aware that Gu Zixuan had judged him this way, Feng Chengjin felt a mix of amusement and helplessness. His expression shifted slightly, and with a movement of his fingertips on his tie knot, he sighed softly, tossing the clothes hanger onto a soft leather stool inside. Hands in his pockets, he leaned against the divider, exuding elegance... Five minutes later, Gu Zixuan, sitting on the stool, looked at Feng Chengjin standing at the curtain door, her heart slowly calming down. The distance was something he deliberately maintained, even though the fitting room wasn’t wide, its length allowed them to maximize the space between them. He said nothing; instead, after calming his impulses, he pulled her arm, making her sit on the stool while he leaned against the curtain door, watching the situation outside. This expression of gentlemanly behavior made Gu Zixuan gradually understand that for Feng Chengjin, as a 34-year-old man maintaining his integrity still involved much restraint and difficulty in self-control... The world of men, though their psychological and physiological pursuits and reactions differ from women’s, when seen clearly... Gu Zixuan paused her thoughts, sighed softly in her heart. Actually... it’s understandable. Yet, as she lifted her gaze again to look at his tall, extremely handsome back, a hint of curiosity unavoidably rose. The words he casually mentioned during their few nighttime conversations suddenly came to mind. "Never had a girlfriend, as for dating... had a two-week affair, does that count?" His light smile seemed to linger before her eyes, carrying a hint of easy-to-see loneliness. Recalling his calmer words, "Unrequited love." Gu Zixuan’s heart completely trembled. Looking at him, she seemed to understand somewhat that the reputation Feng Chengjin had maintained in Rong City over the years wasn’t deliberate—there was someone deeply rooted in his heart. So even if he decided to let go, he never truly wished to cross a certain line. But really, what kind of deep feelings could make a man like Feng Chengjin so unable to let go, even silently guarding a lonely passage of years for a woman... After all, he remains unmarried... For the first time, staring at that back, a question began to fill Gu Zixuan’s mind. What kind of woman did he... once love? Who is it, and does he still love her today? Inside the compartment. Gu Zixuan gently pondered, until she lowered her gaze, saw Feng Chengjin just frowning, staring intently outside for a moment, then turned to tell her he would first go out for a look around, and once everything was clear, she should seize a chance to go to the underground garage alone. Gu Zixuan seemed to suddenly recall something, her stunned eyes lifting. "What’s wrong?" Feng Chengjin’s voice was deep and gentle. Gu Zixuan’s face turned slightly pale, "My handbag... I think I left it at the cinema." Feng Chengjin paused, his gaze dropping to her hand.