573: Chapter 573: The Beautiful Thing That Was Disturbed 573: Chapter 573: The Beautiful Thing That Was Disturbed Manager Wang, with his large mouth, watched in disbelief, unable to understand why Lan Tingting would like such a poor loser.

Looking at the red roses trampled beneath Lan Tingting’s feet, he finally couldn’t restrain himself and bellowed, “Tingting, what’s so good about him, why do you fancy him and not like me?”

Lan Tingting couldn’t be bothered with all that, the daily pursuers buzzing in her ears like flies, which she found extremely annoying.

“Do you really dislike them?” Xiang Yu gently wrapped his arms around Lan Tingting’s waist.

Lan Tingting nodded her head against Xiang Yu’s chest.

She was enjoying the moment and didn’t want to think about anything else.

Xiang Yu gently pushed her away, and then with one hand, lifted Manager Wang.

Taking into account Manager Wang’s corpulent figure, which must have been over two hundred pounds, Xiang Yu’s arm strength was evident as he held him up.

Manager Wang’s body dangled in the air, his legs kicking about.

“Don’t come bothering her again, or I’ll kill you,” threatened Xiang Yu, pulling out a dagger, which sent a cold light straight into Manager Wang’s eyes and made him shiver all over.

Petrified, Manager Wang couldn’t speak and hurriedly nodded his head, his earlier bravado gone completely.

All he valued was Lan Tingting’s appearance, pretending to earnestly pursue her.

But once he’d had his fun, he would discard her – such were the vile thoughts of these kinds of people.

Xiang Yu threw Manager Wang forcefully to the ground, where the pudgy man landed on his rear, preventing any serious harm.

Manager Wang crawled up terrified and ran off.

He had only wanted to play with a beauty, not risk his life for it.

He stumbled and rolled as he made his way downstairs, then sped off in his car, faster than a rabbit.

Now, only Xiang Yu and Lan Tingting remained upstairs.

A silence between them created an awkward atmosphere.

Lan Tingting then pulled Xiang Yu into the room and shut the door.

As soon as the door closed, she wrapped her arms tightly around Xiang Yu’s neck.

All this time she had suppressed her feelings, afraid to express or voice them.

But having experienced so much in society, she had become more open and learned to express herself.

“I’ve missed you,” Lan Tingting said with her eyes closed as she laid her head on Xiang Yu’s chest.

Xiang Yu was well aware of Lan Tingting’s feelings and he couldn’t help but sigh inside.

Xiang Yu wasn’t made of stone; he too was flesh and blood, and his heart could be moved.

At that moment, Xiang Yu struggled to control himself, fearing that if they continued to embrace, something might happen.

He wanted to push her away, but Lan Tingting was holding on too tightly and Xiang Yu couldn’t break free.

Xiang Yu could feel the softness pressing against his chest, intoxicating him.

His mind began to race uncontrollably.

The more he tried to stop thinking about it, the clearer his thoughts became.

Soon enough, his lower body stood at attention, disobediently.

And now, alone together at night, the situation was as uncomfortable as dry tinder near an open flame.

Embarrassed by his body’s lack of compliance, Xiang Yu tried to shrink back from touching Lan Tingting.

But Lan Tingting didn’t seem to care, or perhaps she had noticed and was only joining in with Xiang Yu’s feelings.

Eventually, Xiang Yu stopped trying to hide his reaction and pressed it against Lan Tingting.

She let out a soft moan, which to Xiang Yu sounded like a battle cry.

Xiang Yu’s rationality was fading slowly over time, and eventually his hand…

Lan Tingting was a few years older than Xiang Yu and exuded a mature allure that was irresistible.

This charm was something that Zhong Qin and Long Wu didn’t possess.

In fact, physical contact is also a form of communication, often saying more than words ever could.

At first, Lan Tingting kept her face buried in Xiang Yu’s chest, but then she looked up at him.

Her eyes were hazy with anticipation, as if waiting for something.

Xiang Yu looked at her closely, noting how nice her skin was, her plump cheeks invoking an urge to take a bite.

Her lips were thin and red.

At this moment, Xiang Yu could hear Lan Tingting’s breathing, quick with excitement.

He watched, intoxicated by her beauty, simply divine.

Xiang Yu wanted to kiss her, but he was so enraptured he couldn’t move.

Then Lan Tingting tiptoed, pulled his neck down, and kissed him.

Her lips were soft, her body tender.

Just as they were lost in each other’s tenderness, there was a sudden pounding at the door, startling Xiang Yu so much that his whole body jerked.

What was this?

Who could be knocking at the door?

Lan Tingting, pressed beneath Xiang Yu, jolted upright in fright.

And just then, a young girl with wide eyes burst through the door.

The sight before her as she pushed the door open stunned her.

She saw Xiang Yu and Lan Tingting disheveled on the sofa, with Xiang Yu sitting on Lan Tingting’s lap—an image, framed by the night, that lent itself to speculation about what they had been doing.

The girl turned away emotionless, then walked out without saying a word.

This girl was the same one Xiang Yu had rescued.

No one knew why she burst in like that.

Lan Tingting, from below, pushed Xiang Yu away and then ran into the bathroom; she was probably soaked down there.

Xiang Yu let out a sigh, adjusted his clothes, and went to the door.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait downstairs, why did you come up?” Xiang Yu frowned at the girl.

The girl blushed awkwardly, apologized, realizing what Xiang Yu had been doing, and muttered, “I was a bit scared waiting downstairs…”