Chapter 547 — A Bit Awkward

By rights, the third auction was where the real treasures went under the hammer, the hour when the great families made their moves. But Wei Zhao was not a man who pretended to refined tastes, and he had no interest whatsoever in those truly top-grade jewels and antiques.

"Boss, isn't there anything you like?" Seeing that Wei Zhao had given no instructions and had simply tossed the auction catalogue aside, Fatty Lai asked, uneasy.

"Nothing worth my money." Wei Zhao shook his head. "If there's something you like, go ahead. I'm going to sleep for a while."

Fatty Lai smiled wryly at that. Sleeping through the third auction — Wei Zhao was probably the only one in the hall.

Feng Xiaoxiao was still sitting beside Wei Zhao. He had tried to drive her off, but she would not go, so he had given up and could not be bothered to speak.

"Hey, Wei Zhao, tell me — would you say I'm the girl who knows the most of your secrets?" Feng Xiaoxiao, however, had no intention of letting him sleep, and tugged at him to talk.

"What do you mean by that?" Wei Zhao understood perfectly well, and chose to act as if he did not.

"Tang Yun doesn't know you started a company, does she? Doesn't know you can heal people, does she? Even those two young ladies at your house don't know you as well as I do, do they?" Feng Xiaoxiao could not help feeling a little smug here; when she thought about it, she was the one who understood Wei Zhao best.

"Oh... maybe." Wei Zhao spoke indifferently, as though the matter had nothing to do with him.

"..." Seeing how utterly indifferent he was, Feng Xiaoxiao could not help but feel annoyed. What kind of person was this, with not a shred of romance in him? Any other boy would have been thrilled, wouldn't he? Could it be that her tone had not been suggestive enough?

Feng Xiaoxiao had never chased a boy before, much less been in love; all her knowledge came from the internet and books, so at this moment she had no idea how to respond, and could only sulk in silence.

"If there's nothing else, I'm going to sleep for a bit." Wei Zhao glanced at Feng Xiaoxiao. "I'm a little tired."

"Then... I'm a little tired too! I'll sleep as well." Feng Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, tilted herself sideways, and laid her head on Wei Zhao's shoulder. "Good night!"

Wei Zhao frowned and tried to turn away, but Feng Xiaoxiao's head seemed to have a magnet in it: whichever way he moved, she followed. Surely he could not simply lie down on Guan Xuemin?

"Stop it!" Wei Zhao snapped.

"Zzz... zzz..." Feng Xiaoxiao pretended to be asleep and ignored him.

Seeing her act so shamelessly, Wei Zhao's anger rose from his gut. So you want to play games with me? Then let us play to the end, and see who comes off worse! Wei Zhao reached out and put his arm around Feng Xiaoxiao's fragrant shoulder, and his hand, none too proper, slid toward her chest.

"Ah—" Feng Xiaoxiao let out a low cry, and her face flushed scarlet in an instant! She had never imagined Wei Zhao would be so bold as to grope her breast! She was about to leap up and kick him into childless oblivion!

But then Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly came to her senses: she was the one seducing Wei Zhao, and her aim was to make him like her — how could she use the childless-oblivion kick on him? Now that he was touching her breast, should she not resist while welcoming him?

At that thought, Feng Xiaoxiao grew bashful. Being groped by a boy was, more or less, a loss, but to capture Wei Zhao's heart, a small sacrifice was only natural. If this had been when she first met Wei Zhao, she would absolutely have rejected his touch; but now, in her heart, there really was a little of that resist-and-yet-welcome feeling.

Ever since Wei Zhao had pulled her out of the sea, and then saved her again in the hotel two days ago, Feng Xiaoxiao's hatred for him had faded to almost nothing. What she felt for him now, she herself could not say clearly, but she had grown all the more desperate for him to like her.

She had never had such feelings before, so she did not think too much about it; at this moment she only felt that, this way, since he had touched her, he would surely feel he owed her from now on, wouldn't he? Perhaps, touch by touch, he would come to like touching her, and be unable to stop... "..."

Wei Zhao saw Feng Xiaoxiao stir, then begin to let his hand rest on her chest without the slightest resistance, and could not help finding it strange! Surely Feng Xiaoxiao was not willing to sacrifice even her virtue for the sake of her scheme?

If that was how it was, what was Wei Zhao being polite for? He had never been a saint; the reason he had avoided Feng Xiaoxiao before was simply that he did not want her endlessly cooking up shabby little plots to trap him. Now that Feng Xiaoxiao had delivered herself to his door, there was no reason to refuse...

Besides, this was the first time Wei Zhao had truly touched a girl's breast. With Shen Yushu before, it had only been a brief misunderstanding — how could that compare to touching like this, so solid and real? Seeing that Feng Xiaoxiao did not refuse him, Wei Zhao grew bolder still, and simply slid his whole hand in.

Mm, this really felt good. Wei Zhao thought that it would be nice if Tang Yun would let him touch her too. But then he felt his own thought rather shameful: the person he was touching was Feng Xiaoxiao, and yet he had thought of Tang Yun. Feng Xiaoxiao might be sacrificing her charms for some purpose, but she was still a girl, wasn't she? To touch her for free like this seemed a little dishonorable.

Yet Wei Zhao could not bear to let go. So, pretending to sleep, he kept up his assault on Feng Xiaoxiao. Feng Xiaoxiao was pretending to sleep too, but her face was red enough to drip blood, and her breathing came faster and faster, until at last she could not hold back: she wrapped both arms tightly around Wei Zhao, pressed her forehead to his chest, and hummed softly, though no one could tell what she was saying.

Wei Zhao was suddenly a little embarrassed, and realized he had gone too far! It might feel good to touch, but he could not just touch as he pleased, could he? A moment ago, on impulse, he had groped Feng Xiaoxiao; now he was beginning to regret it, and hurriedly withdrew his hand — but he did not know whether he should push Feng Xiaoxiao away or let her keep holding him...

Fortunately, after another moment, Feng Xiaoxiao let go of him of her own accord, lifted her head, and looked at Wei Zhao with a touch of shyness. "Did it feel good?"

"This..." Wei Zhao thought to himself that the old sayings all had their wisdom — what did they mean by "a hand grows short when it touches another's"? Was he not the living example? But Wei Zhao was not the indecisive sort; since Feng Xiaoxiao had asked, he was unwilling to lie, and nodded.

Having gotten her affirmative answer, Feng Xiaoxiao could not help but smile. "You haven't touched Tang Yun?"

Wei Zhao shook his head.

"Then I'm the first?" Feng Xiaoxiao, for some reason, felt a little smug as she asked this.

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