My Forbidden Favorite

Fu Yanshen—the famously pure and untouchable “Buddha of high society”—had always been known for keeping himself spotless. And yet, somehow, I was the one who managed to “taint” him.

Afraid he’d come after me for it, I quickly arranged to flee overseas. Who could’ve known he’d block the door to my room looking utterly, ridiculously tempting, his bathrobe hanging open to reveal a perfectly defined eight-pack.

He leaned close to my ear, his voice low and hoarse, dripping with provocation.

“Planning to run after you’ve had your fill? Are you trying to skip out on the bill?”