Unexpected Encounter: A Forbidden Kiss

"Judy, it's okay, I really don't need... huh?" Qianyou looked at her suddenly empty hand, then raised her eyes in confusion. Pei Yimo was standing beside her, holding her phone in his big palm.

He spoke into the phone with a cold voice, "Li Qianyou doesn't need blind dates. Whoever you are, don't call again!"

On the other end of the phone, Judy, hearing the deep and magnetic voice, was first stunned, then exclaimed loudly, "Hey, who are you? What right do you have to order me around? You..."

With a snap, Pei Yimo decisively hung up the phone, cutting off Judy's almost hysterical shouting. He slowly turned to face Qianyou, his tall figure exuding a heavy pressure as he approached her.

Narrowing his eyes, he asked dangerously, "Did you let her set you up on a blind date?"

Looking at the man's cold and handsome face, Qianyou shook her head. "No, it was Judy..."

Pei Yimo nodded in satisfaction, interrupting her, "Good. Listen, from now on, you don't have to attend any blind dates, not even social gatherings!"

"Why?" Qianyou widened her beautiful eyes, innocently asking.

Uncomfortably, the man turned away, imperiously saying, "No reason, just don't attend!"

Qianyou stood up and followed behind the man, "But the company doesn't have such a rule!... Oh, it hurts!"

Hearing Qianyou's tone, which sounded like she really wanted to go on a blind date, the man stopped in his tracks, angrily turning around. But behind him, Qianyou couldn't stop, and her forehead collided straight into his solid back.

Turning back, Pei Yimo saw Qianyou's forehead now red from the collision, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. Suddenly, all the anger and displeasure vanished, replaced only by deep concern.

"Are you okay?" The usually cold voice was now filled with care as he led Qianyou to sit on the sofa in the living room, carefully examining her forehead injury.

Enduring the pain, Qianyou forced a faint smile, "I'm fine, it's not very painful."

Not painful? The tears shimmering in her eyes made her smile even more heart-wrenching.

"Wait here, I'll get some medicine."

Quickly, Pei Yimo returned to the living room with the ointment, his movements surprisingly fast.

Qianyou wanted to take the ointment and apply it herself, but the man showed no intention of letting go. He sat in front of her, took out a cotton swab, and applied the ointment himself.

"Close your eyes, I'll apply it for you. It might sting a bit, bear with it."

The man's black eyes were unusually serious, and his voice was softer than ever before. For some reason, Qianyou couldn't refuse this version of Pei Yimo. She nodded obediently, closing her eyes.

Perhaps the man's movements were too gentle, too careful, but the cotton swab touching the wound didn't cause any pain. Qianyou breathed a sigh of relief, feeling even more reassured as she closed her eyes and felt the slight coolness of the ointment.

The dim yellow light fell on her beautiful face, like an angel with a halo. Qianyou tilted her face slightly, her fluttering eyelashes trembling lightly. Her slightly parted red lips were inviting, as if tempting someone to taste their sweetness.

She probably didn't know how beautiful she looked in front of him, completely defenseless and open, but Pei Yimo knew. His gaze couldn't move away from those two petals of lips.

His breath grew hotter, his desire to have her about to burst out, unstoppable...

Unable to suppress it any longer, his eyes darkened, and the man who had longed for her for so long finally pressed his lips gently onto her soft, pink lips...