108: Chapter 108: Three scripts, none of them were used.

Xu Qingya pulled open the last two buttons, and the shirt slipped off Jiang Fan's shoulders.

Xu Qingya's fingers traced along his shoulder line, then suddenly stopped.

"Oh right, I bought something a couple of days ago, it's in the walk-in closet."

"What is it?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of Xu Qingya's mouth.

"Go take a look in the walk-in closet. The door on the left."

Jiang Fan got up and pushed open the door to the walk-in closet.

The lights turned on automatically.

Rows of clothes were hung neatly. On the rack at the very back, a security guard uniform hung all by itself. Epaulets, arm patches, a belt—nothing was missing, even those black tactical boots were placed underneath.

Jiang Fan took the clothes down to take a look; the tags hadn't even been removed.

He turned back. Xu Qingya was leaning against the bedroom doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I think it would suit you quite well."

Jiang Fan looked at the uniform in his hands, then back at the person in the doorframe.

"Xu Qingya, how long have you been planning this?"

"Just… thought of it for an hour this afternoon."

Jiang Fan chuckled, took off his clothes, and changed into the black uniform.

The top was a slim-fit cut, sitting perfectly on his shoulder line. Once he fastened the belt, his entire silhouette looked sharp and clean.

Xu Qingya stared at him for five or six seconds.

"…It fits even better than I imagined."

Jiang Fan buttoned his cuffs and walked out of the walk-in closet.

Xu Qingya took a step back, her back against the bedroom wall.

Jiang Fan walked up to her and braced one hand against the wall above her head.

"Ms. Xu." His voice dropped lower. "It's off-duty hours now, and this floor is closed to the public. May I see your access card?"

Xu Qingya's breathing hitched.

She looked up at him, the warm light of the bedroom reflecting in her eyes.

"I… forgot it."

"You cannot enter this floor without an access card." Jiang Fan's other hand caught her wrist and pressed it against the wall. "Please cooperate with the inspection."

Pinned against the wall with her wrist held down, her waist braced by his knee, Xu Qingya couldn't move at all.

She swallowed hard.

"What are you inspecting…"

"A security inspection."

Jiang Fan's free hand slid down the side of her waist, unhurried, slipping inside along the edge of her silk loungewear.

Xu Qingya flinched, her voice squeezed out from her throat.

"You… this security guard… your hands are being very improper…"

"Routine procedure."

His palm moved up against her lower abdomen, lifting her loungewear up a bit.

Xu Qingya bit her lower lip, struggling with her pinned hand, but couldn't break free.

"Jiang Fan—"

"You addressed me wrong."

Xu Qingya froze for a moment.

Jiang Fan lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "What should you call me?"

The tips of Xu Qingya's ears burned.

"…Mr. Security Guard."

—

When Xu Qingya was turned to face the wall, her forehead pressed against the cold surface, and her back was pressed tight against the rough fabric of the uniform.

Her hands were pinned above her head by one of Jiang Fan's hands, and her loungewear was lifted up to her ribs from below.

"You… please spare me…"

Jiang Fan's lips traced a path down from the back of her neck, biting at the skin along the edge of her shoulder blade.

Xu Qingya hissed, her knees going weak, and she slid down a bit.

Jiang Fan caught her waist with one hand, pulling her back up.

"Stand properly."

"I can't stand—"

"Then hold onto the wall."

Xu Qingya pressed her palms against the wall, her fingertips digging into it. The metal buckle of his belt bumped against her hip bone, cool to the touch.

"You… perverted security guard…"

Jiang Fan didn't reply. He lifted Xu Qingya off the wall and threw her directly over his shoulder.

Xu Qingya was hanging upside down, her vision inverted. "Put me down!"

"Cooperate with the inspection, don't resist."

He threw her onto the bed. Xu Qingya bounced, her hair spilling everywhere.

She had just pushed herself up halfway when Jiang Fan leaned over her. He hadn't taken off the uniform, only unbuckled the belt.

He casually wrapped the leather belt around his hand a couple of times. Xu Qingya stared at the belt in his hand, her pupils contracting.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Fan gathered her wrists together and wrapped the belt around them once and a half—not too tight, not too loose, just enough so she couldn't move.

"Security has the right to restrain personnel who do not cooperate with inspections."

Xu Qingya's hands were bound above her head; she moved them, the leather rubbing against her wrist bones. She kicked at him.

Jiang Fan dodged to the side, caught her ankle, and pressed it against his shoulder.

Xu Qingya was folded into an angle; her loungewear slid above her waist, leaving only a ridiculously thin lace underneath.

"Jiang Fan, you—" The rest of her sentence was cut off.

When Jiang Fan pressed down, his lips sealed hers directly. Xu Qingya's resistance lasted about three seconds. After three seconds, she wrapped her legs around him herself.

—

Xu Qingya's hands were bound above her head; she could do nothing but tense her feet. The leather edge of the belt rubbed back and forth against her wrists with every movement, leaving a ring of light red marks.

Her face was turned to one side, half of it buried in the pillow, her voice leaking out through gritted teeth.

Jiang Fan was still wearing the uniform top; the rough edges of the fabric chafed against Xu Qingya's skin.

"Mr. Security Guard… this is… excessive use of force…"

Her voice was heavily broken, with gasps between every word.

Jiang Fan leaned down, his lips brushing her collarbone. "Then go ahead and report me."

"You—mm—ah—"

Xu Qingya's head pressed deep into the pillow, her neck arched, and a long, stifled groan escaped her throat.

Her toes curled tightly, and the muscles in her calves tensed into a straight line.

Jiang Fan flipped her over. Xu Qingya was lying on her stomach, her hands still bound in front, so she could only support herself with her elbows.

Her waist was gripped by his palm, pulling her body back a bit.

Xu Qingya bit the corner of the pillow, her stifled cries growing louder with each breath.

In the end, she couldn't even hold onto the pillow; her mouth was open, gasping for air, and she twisted her wrists inside the belt—finally breaking free.

Two faint red marks were left on her skin. As soon as her hands were free, Xu Qingya reached back and grabbed the collar of his uniform.

"This uniform… is in the way…"

The security uniform was torn into a mess by Xu Qingya. A button popped off onto the floor and rolled far away.

Jiang Fan held down her flailing hands. "How much did you spend on this uniform?"

Xu Qingya gasped, her voice cracking. "Over… a thousand…"

"You're ruining it like this after spending over a thousand?"

"I'm happy to—ah—"

—

I don't know how much time passed. Xu Qingya lay sprawled on the bed, not wanting to move a single finger.

Her body was covered in sweat, and a patch of the bedsheets was damp.

Xu Qingya was lying on her stomach, her face turned toward him, hair matted all over her face.

Jiang Fan reached out and brushed the hair from her face.

Xu Qingya's face was deeply flushed, her eyes red-rimmed, and her lips marked from where she had bitten them.

"Do your hands hurt?"

Xu Qingya raised her wrists to look at them. She would definitely have to wear bracelets to cover those two red marks tomorrow.

"Yes."

"Want some ointment?"

"You know how to care now?"

Jiang Fan pulled her wrists over and lowered his head to kiss the red marks.

"Next time you want to play games like this, tell me in advance."

Xu Qingya closed her eyes, and after a long while, spoke in a muffled voice.

"When I bought that outfit, I thought of three scripts."

"Which three?"

"Every single one had me on top."

Jiang Fan chuckled.

Xu Qingya kicked him, but it had no force, like a tickle.

"And yet, none of them were used."