Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 685: [Yan Jian Extra] 7. Eight Hours... (2nd Update)

Chapter 685: [Yan Jian Extra] 7. Eight Hours... (2nd Update)

For eight hours, he only held her like this.

The fire crackled, and the resin’s fresh scent lingered around them.

He kept kissing her, sometimes intentionally taking a sip of beer, feeding it into her rosy lips, forcing her to swallow.

He didn’t even strip off her clothes, just embraced her fully dressed, and pressed his own unique creases onto her neatly dressed attire.

The warmth of the fire, the invasion of alcohol... but mostly, it was the impact he brought to her, making her feel a drunken haze.

In his arms, time seemed to pass surprisingly quickly due to this haze.

Initially, she thought she would endure endless torment from him.

Eight hours later, her phone played a tune from her suit pocket.

She heard it, and woke from a dream-like state, hastily pushing him away.

She had set the music to "The Gold Mountain of Beijing," and at this moment she wanted to sing a line "Bazahui" – finally escaping his clutches.

This subtle secret thought she believed he, a foreigner with fair skin and light eyes, surely couldn’t understand.

So she let the music play on, dressing as gracefully as possible to the melody.

Yet, her whole body was still trembling.

How strange... He clearly hadn’t done anything to her, or at most only scratched the surface, so why was she feeling so weak and dizzy?

After dressing, she took out a cotton swab from her bag, couldn’t find water, and resorted to using her own saliva to rub her lips vigorously.

She didn’t use heavy lipstick, just a bit of handmade moisturizing lip balm.

Being a pastry chef, Yan Yu wasn’t satisfied with just making pastries, so she took over making lip balm and soap at home too. The lip balm and soap made by Yan Yu had honey added, making them taste sweet. Once, she joked with Yan Yu that she really wanted to nibble on the face soap like a dessert, saying the scent was better than the desserts.

She deliberately diverted her attention, purposely distracted herself, so she wouldn’t have to look at the man still lying in the bed.

She could feel his constant gaze, his deep blue eyes watching her every move.

He didn’t speak or stop her, and his lack of reaction only made her more flustered.

She just wanted to finish quickly and escape.

Yan Yu’s handmade lip balm was effective, it could be completely removed even with just saliva. She carefully reapplied the lip balm, not letting the ruined makeup reveal her prior experience.

With her makeup fixed, she took a deep breath, stood up, and intended to leave.

But he suddenly jumped out from the covers like a lazy leopard, grabbing her hand, pulling her back.

Then... he kissed her lips fiercely.

Poor her, the lips she meticulously painted became smudged again!

She furiously pushed him away, held her lips, and panted, "What are you doing?!"

The eight hours ended, she said she would honor it today, so what’s this supposed to mean?!

Is he trying to disgrace her?

Is he using her to let his family know, to humiliate her family?

James emanated heat all over, his hair slightly tousled but looking even more carefree and lazy. His deep blue eyes fixed on her, "I’ll let you leave, but don’t think you can act so cheerfully in front of me. Leaving me, you’re this happy?"

Yan Jian gritted her teeth.

Enough, this time she’ll be smarter, no more fixing makeup in front of him, better to wait until she’s gone!

This bastard could be unpredictable otherwise, he might bite her neck again like last time, making it even harder.

She took a deep breath, "Fine, I won’t argue with you. Eight hours are up today, I’m leaving."

She rushed to the door to escape, but still stopped in her tracks, suddenly turning her head back.

Soft strands of hair, like a piece of black satin, shimmered gently in the air.

"...By the way, since our relationship is based on a contract, both parties should fulfill their obligations according to its terms."

James squinted, deeply inhaling, forcefully controlling his desire to pull her back and trap her in his embrace.

"Okay, I won’t deceive a little girl like you. I’ll keep my promise – you can tell Tang Yanqing that the child is with George."

Mo Ya Village, Tang Yanqing finally found Shi Nian, but lost Jieyou.

At that time, it happened suddenly, no one could imagine where Jieyou went, only James uncovered George’s secret.

But he didn’t want to betray his biological brother, so he hesitated all along.

Yan Jian’s efforts finally earned him his answer.

Yan Jian’s heart skipped a beat; he quickly opened the door.

But she had forgotten that eight hours later, the sky would be pitch black. As she lowered her eyes to look outside the door for the soft ladder, she was met with nothing but darkness, unable to see anything at all.

Outside the study, the night sky seemed like a gigantic black hole waiting to swallow her whole.

She was terrified, clinging to the door frame, afraid to move forward.

James squinted his blue eyes, gazing at her petite silhouette.

He could have stood by idly, even used this method to keep her a while longer. Perhaps... the whole night.

But her tense little shoulders from nervousness and urgency, and her backlight’s stiffness, all revealed to him that she was about to cry.

He tightly closed his eyes, cursed himself several times in his mind, yet rose to walk over, grabbed her small shoulders, and pulled her aside.

With practiced hands, he reached out into the night, barely needing his eyes to accurately catch the floating soft ladder back.

He turned, looking at her, the soft ladder in his hand.

She wasn’t happy because of it; looking at the soft ladder swaying in the night wind, the fear in her eyes only deepened.

He heard his familiar, deep, helpless sigh again; he reached out, pulled her closer, and held her in his arms.

Coldly ordered: "Hold me tight. If you fall and break your neck because you didn’t hold on tight enough, it’s not my responsibility."

Yan Jian struggled slightly, but finally exerted a bit more strength and held his neck tightly.

In the dark, he quietly hooked his lips, then stepped down, agile as a monkey, finding stable footholds on the swaying soft ladder.

This was his creation from childhood, allowing him to walk with ease, almost as if on solid ground. Yet, for some unknown reason, he deliberately slowed down, feeling her tight grip, feeling her - her petite body clinging to him dependently.

She didn’t realize that with the extra weight of another person, the originally swaying soft ladder had actually calmed down. Even if she walked alone now, it wouldn’t be as terrifying as imagined. Yet she clung tightly to him, eyes shut.

As if he were her sole lifeline in this vast world.

At this moment, they depended on each other for survival.

He heard his heart beating softly yet steadily.

From childhood to adulthood, he had family; parents and elder brother, nobility status, seemingly everything to be envied... but in reality, he had always been alone these years.

Thus, he empathized with Huangfu Huazhang, always feeling he might become the next Huangfu Huazhang.

For the first time, he felt in this vast and desolate world, someone depending on him, a sudden courage and strength to live more cautiously and powerfully.

He lowered his head, seeing only the top of her small head, then watching her long hair carried by the wind.

He closed his eyes and whispered, "It’s okay now."

However long the soft ladder was, they had reached the ground.

Her face turned red, abruptly pushing him away, then jumped to the ground herself. Her hands nervously brushing away the hair the wind had tangled on her face.

He stood on the last rung of the soft ladder, not descending, the soft ladder once again swaying slightly with the loss of her weight.

He looked down at her and said, "You’re from the Tang Family, surely you haven’t lost all sense of direction from where you came? Walk back the same way, Adam will be waiting for you at the edge of the forest."

With that, he hardened his heart and climbed upwards.

After all, they must part, lingering like this is unnecessary.

.

He climbed swiftly like a monkey, in the blink of an eye he was back in mid-air.

Yan Jian clenched her teeth, suddenly raised her head and said, "If you hadn’t mentioned Adam, I would have forgotten there’s something I need to tell you!"

He halted, eyes coldly looking down at her: "Speak."

Indeed, she forgot, in those eight hours, she’d nearly forgotten everything in his embrace.

She took a deep breath, recalling her conversation with Adam.

"Since we’re talking contracts, shouldn’t we discuss breach of contract responsibilities? James, the contract was proposed by you, with so many draconian terms, I’ve tolerated them all, but if you breach the contract, you should bear corresponding responsibilities."

James couldn’t help but rub his forehead. Indeed, she’s the granddaughter of a legal family, even though she switched careers to study fashion design, she instinctively brought out a legal stance when things got serious.

He snorted, "I don’t know what breach you’re talking about. No breach occurred during the past eight hours. In fact, I haven’t even reached the end yet."

"That’s not what I meant!" Yan Jian’s cheeks became embarrassingly hot again: "I meant, when the contract was established, you agreed to my terms! — You promised me this matter would only be known to you and me, not even Catherine or my family, yet you divulged it to others; isn’t that a breach?"