What was this?

The temptation of a uniform…

Looking at him, looking at him seriously.

The instant Xu Xingchun took off his outer jacket, exposing his waist. With just one glance, Fu Xueli realized that after all these years, she still had no resistance to her desire for him.

Seeing it just made her want to surrender.

If someone asked, which moment was the beginning of her attraction to Xu Xingchun.

Fu Xueli would definitely answer: It was that year in middle school.

That year in middle school, halfway through PE class she snuck back to the classroom. She had just turned past the stairway landing, her foot had just stepped through the back door, and she accidentally caught Xu Xingchun changing clothes at his seat.

His seat was toward the back.

The ceiling fan in the classroom whirred around and around. He had his back to her, hands crossed, taking off his upper school uniform. His waist muscles tensed, exposed to the air.

Her gaze slid from his neck down his smoothly contoured back to his waist. Then repeated it again. Like some perverted voyeur.

Feeling guilty, she forgot to breathe. Didn’t dare make a sound, didn’t want to look away either.

In those growing years when sexual awareness had not yet awakened, that was the first time in Fu Xueli’s mind that she felt curiosity about the opposite sex’s body.

Finally, Xu Xingchun sensed someone’s presence, quickly pulling his clothes over his head, turning his face to look. Her eyelashes trembled, she stepped back two paces with nowhere to hide. Meeting his gaze, she opened her mouth. Her hand shook, failing to grasp it, and the water bottle in her hand fell to the ground.

With a thud, dust flew up.

Striking right at her heart.

Her actions completely divorced from rational control, all the blood in her body rushing to her head. She impulsively pounced over, opened her mouth, her sharp teeth pressing against his neck, and through the thin skin, bit down on the artery.

She felt Xu Xingchun’s hand supporting her side, his hand stroking up her back, carefully touching everywhere.

Almost her entire body sinking into his embrace, Fu Xueli touched his slightly damp temples. “Let me ask you a question… if civilians assault a people’s police officer, will they be sentenced?”

Xu Xingchun lowered his body slightly, staring down at her from above, a pair of eyes like silent, deep pool water, saying softly, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m saying police officers are too handsome… easily incite people to crime. However… considering how uniquely handsome you are, if I have to commit a crime and go to jail, I accept it—it’s not too much of a loss.” Fu Xueli pulled back a little, tilting her head slightly, looking at him, her eyes showing moisture, with a bit of serious grievance. “Police officer brother, why aren’t you kissing me yet?”

Knowing full well that Xu Xingchun at this moment couldn’t handle this kind of talk, she deliberately had to say it.

After saying it, she had to catch him off guard with a kiss.

One kiss wasn’t enough.

So she kissed him twice.

Let’s see how he could continue pretending to be calm…

Sure enough, the consequence of her being so unbridled was that her arms were easily pressed over her head and held in place by the police officer brother. Her waist was slender, barely a handful. Fu Xueli shuddered, struggling with some effort, her legs kicking randomly. “Hey… police officer brother… what do you want to do?”

Her jaw went soft, her voice so soft you could squeeze water from it.

Sometimes…

Asking when you already know is also a form of fun…

His hands pushed up her bra.

Then he pulled over the blanket, covering both of them.

Without any obstruction, smelling her scent, he quickly lost restraint. His breath fell hot on her neck. Xu Xingchun’s fingers, unhurriedly touching her lips, moving downward, sliding to her shapely collarbone. “Open your mouth, hold onto me.”

His voice was deep, intoxicatingly pleasant.

Once again, successfully seduced by beauty. Since she’d brought it all on herself anyway, Fu Xueli felt lightheaded and dizzy, resignedly holding onto him.

From consciousness to confusion, then being turned this way and that in a daze. Tossed around for who knows how long, she was drenched in sweat, carried by someone to the bathroom to wash. After the storm subsided, she finally fell into deep sleep. Exhausted from the journey and jet-lagged, Fu Xueli was too tired and slept very deeply.

Putting her pajamas on for her, patiently buttoning each button. Xu Xingchun leaned against the bedside table, looking down at the sleeping person.

He was bare-chested on top, subconsciously wanting to reach for cigarettes. Thinking about it, he gave up.

In the evening, she leisurely woke up. Taking her phone to check the time, when she turned over, there was no one beside her. Fu Xueli felt irritated and restless. Setting down her phone, she struggled to climb up, holding the blanket as she got out of bed to search the whole house for Xu Xingchun.

Continuously calling his name.

Just as she pushed open the study door, he scooped her up, person and blanket together.

“Put on your shoes properly, the floor is very cold.” Xu Xingchun directly placed her on the bed.

“Where did you go?!” Fu Xueli was still sulking, glaring at him. “Every time I wake up I can’t see you. Do you know how annoying that really is?”

He looked at her losing her temper, somewhat stunned.

“How busy are you exactly? Are national affairs waiting for you to handle one by one?! Or are you cheating, behind my back chatting flirtatiously with who knows who?!” After saying this, still not satisfied, she pounded the bed once. “When I’m sleeping, can’t you just stay nicely by my side?! If you’re not running to the balcony to get wind, you’re running off somewhere doing who knows what. Do you just dislike being with me that much?!”

“Hey.” Fu Xueli saw Xu Xingchun remain silent for a long while. “Why aren’t you talking? Are you deaf?”

After another moment, she realized her temper was a bit much and felt a bit guilty. “Why do you keep staring at me without speaking? Did I say something wrong…”

Sighing lightly, Xu Xingchun laughed once, asking in a low voice, “Still sleeping?”

“You made me so angry I can’t sleep anymore. Sleep my ass.” Fu Xueli huffed and turned her head away.

Xu Xingchun bent down, putting her shoes on for her properly, his voice carrying a faint gentle weariness, extremely textured. “When I’m beside you, it affects the quality of your sleep.”

It took Fu Xueli a long time to process this statement.

Belatedly, she felt a bit embarrassed.

Xu Xingchun personally cooked noodles for her to eat.

Sitting at the dining table, she supported her chin with both hands, putting on airs, saying slowly, “You feed me. You made my back and waist so sore, I have no strength to move.”

Without any complaints, he good-naturedly picked up the bowl and chopsticks from the table and complied.

Taking for granted her enjoyment of Xu Xingchun’s five-star service, Fu Xueli stared at him, watching and watching, suddenly calling out, “Xu Xingchun.”

He made a sound of acknowledgment.

She asked with some struggle, “It’s just that, hey… in the future, will you come to dislike that my temper is too bad?”

Thinking about it carefully, even she couldn’t stand herself.

The dining table’s chandelier hung somewhat low. Xu Xingchun sat beside her, shrouded in gentle light. Wearing a simple white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, neat and handsome. After a moment of silence, he said, “No.”

Fu Xueli immediately changed her tune, poking his arm with her index finger. “I know you won’t, but even if you did dislike it, you can’t. Just endure it.”

This was just how she originally was. The temperament of a young mistress accustomed to being served, pampered and willful, unreasonable.

When she lifted her head again wanting to speak, suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Xu Xingchun went out to open the door. Fu Xueli sat in her seat playing with her phone.

The person knocking didn’t come in. Xu Xingchun left the door ajar, standing at the entrance talking with that person.

Fu Xueli sent WeChat messages to Tang Xin.

The other side asked: How do you still have time to run find your police officer brother to play? As soon as you returned to the country you rushed over non-stop? Don’t you know men don’t really like you being this proactive?

Fu Xueli: Hmph, what do you know? XXC is different from everyone else, okay? And as for time, if you squeeze it, won’t you have some?

Tang Xin: Fine, tomorrow morning at eleven, your fan meeting. I’ll have Xixi pick you up.

After finishing the WeChat chat, over ten minutes had already passed. Xu Xingchun still hadn’t come in. Fu Xueli bit half a noodle and burned her tongue slightly with the heat. Just putting down her chopsticks, thinking about going to the entrance to look, she saw Xu Xingchun come in.

She watched him approach, looking up to ask, “Who was that just now?”

“My colleague.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“What exactly is wrong?”

“I might have to go out of town next week to execute a mission.”

He paused, and although his expression was very calm, she suddenly became nervous. “How long?”

“Two weeks, or one month.”

Fu Xueli continued looking down eating noodles, making a sound of acknowledgment. “Is it dangerous?”

A long silence. Xu Xingchun just sat quietly. His gaze made her heart panic a bit. Fu Xueli ate very slowly. Suddenly she slammed down her chopsticks, sharply raising her voice, her eyes blazing. “I’m asking you if it’s dangerous or not!”

“I don’t know.”

Reacting to his meaning, her mind was in chaos, stubbornly holding her neck stiff. “What do you mean you don’t know? Dangerous or not dangerous—what does ‘don’t know’ mean? What are you saying?”

It wasn’t until she fell silent that Xu Xingchun lightly grasped Fu Xueli’s hand, quietly looking at her once. “Don’t worry about me.”

Today the Shen City Public Security Bureau Narcotics Division was very lively.

A reporter was interviewing investigators from the team in the lobby.

In the office, Xu Xingchun held the phone with his shoulder, taking out a wet wipe to clean his hands. His eyes glanced to the side, picking up a magazine to flip through.

A young guy passing by exclaimed in surprise, “Wow?! Fu Xueli!”

Xu Xingchun casually reported an address to Liu Jingbo, then hung up the phone. He put the magazine back in its original place.

The young guy hadn’t expected that the usually so serious and rigorous Xu Xingchun would actually read gossip magazines, and read them so seriously!

He couldn’t help laughing, even adding a special comment. “Hey, I didn’t expect you also like Fu Xueli, Team Leader Xu.”

“Mm.”

The young guy was really bored and struck up conversation with him. “How long have you liked her?”

“Many years.”

The young guy looked at him in surprise.

Xu Xingchun’s appearance didn’t look like he was joking.

He sighed with emotion, wearing an expression of ‘I totally get it,’ pulled out his phone, and opened the live stream of Fu Xueli’s fan meeting. Moving close to Xu Xingchun’s side. “Come, let’s watch together, relax a bit.”

Not knowing what stage it had progressed to, it should be approaching the end. In the frame, a large group of media reporters surrounded her with questions.

Chattering away, most were asking about the scandal incident from Paris some time ago.

Suddenly a reporter spoke up. “Can you reveal your current relationship status?”

Staff nearby were about to step in to smooth things over when Fu Xueli looked at that reporter and slowly, in a very calm tone, asked,

“Have you heard the song ‘Promise’?”

The venue was very quiet, only her voice could be heard. “This is what I wrote for him.”

This “him.”

Without saying more, everyone knew what it referred to.

“This is the first time I’m mentioning him in front of you all, and it probably won’t be the last time.”

“He’s a very ordinary person, but.” Fu Xueli smiled very lightly. “He’s my first love.”

This short sentence silenced the entire venue—it was truly too shocking. Then came the fans’ surging screams.

At the same time, like a basin of water poured down, extinguishing most of the male fans’ passionate hearts.

The director’s control room backstage was thrown into chaos.

Fu Xueli didn’t stop. She pointed at herself toward the camera. “My personality isn’t very good, hasn’t been since childhood. Although I’m very beautiful, not many people around me like me.”

“Only he can tolerate my inexplicable temper anytime, anywhere. I also don’t know why, but someone’s patience with me can be so incredibly good.”

“When I was little, I was very delicate, loved to cry. Others had no way to deal with me. Only he was very patient, coaxing and persuading me over and over. Even though the more he coaxed, the more I cried, he still continued coaxing.”

The interviewing reporter, hearing this, suddenly felt incredibly envious.