48: Walking humanoid nuclear reactor

The back seat of the taxi was as cramped as a sardine can, and the air was rapidly heating up because of Wang Fugui's presence.

"Driver, to the employee dormitory building... hurry!"

Chen Yun's voice carried a hint of an irrepressible tremor; she was currently in an extremely awkward and dangerous posture.

Wang Fugui was slumped over her as if he had no bones, his massive frame squeezing her into the corner of the car door. His scorching body heat seeped through the thin velvet qipao, making half of her body go numb.

"Hot... water..."

Wang Fugui kept his eyes closed, his brow furrowed into the shape of the character 'river', and a low groan of pain escaped his throat.

The energy inside his body was going berserk, and every vein felt as if it were filled with magma. He instinctively sought out anything cool in his surroundings.

At this moment, Chen Yun's snowy-white skin exposed outside the qipao was like an oasis in the desert to him.

A scorching large hand grabbed Chen Yun's arm haphazardly.

*Zzzzt~*

It felt as if a current of electricity surged through Chen Yun's entire body from the point of contact. She froze, and before she could push him away, the bear-like man leaned his face in.

His heavy breathing, carrying a scorching heat wave, sprayed against her sensitive earlobe and the hollow of her neck.

The scent was overwhelming.

The mellow aroma of strong liquor mixed with aggressive male hormones, like an airtight net, tightly enveloped Chen Yun.

She felt like she was about to run out of oxygen.

"Don't... don't move around!"

Chen Yun gritted her teeth and reached out to push Wang Fugui's head away. When her palm touched his forehead, an alarming heat immediately radiated through it.

This was way too hot!

This wasn't just being drunk; it was like a blast furnace in operation!

Wang Fugui couldn't hear a word she was saying; he only felt his cheek pressed against a piece of cool jade, which felt so good he only wanted to rub against it harder.

His head nuzzled around in the hollow of Chen Yun's neck like a large, fawning dog. His nose accidentally brushed against her delicate skin, sending waves of tremors through her.

That large hand wasn't behaving either; feeling too hot, he subconsciously tried to pull away the clothing obstructing the heat dissipation, wandering aimlessly along the curves of Chen Yun's waist.

The rough callouses on his fingertips scraped against the velvet fabric, making a faint rustling sound.

Every friction was like lighting a fire on Chen Yun's taut nerves.

"Mm..."

A heavily suppressed groan escaped from Chen Yun's nose. She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted the metallic tang of blood, barely managing to hold onto the baseline of her sanity.

The driver in the front was a middle-aged bald man who glanced back through the rearview mirror from time to time.

Seeing the two figures entangled in the back seat—especially that beauty in the qipao, whose face was as red as blood and whose thighs were exposed almost to the hip, being tormented like this by that big guy.

The driver's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his foot on the gas pedal stuttering.

"Little sister, if it's really too much, should I pull over? I think this buddy's about to explode."

The driver's voice carried a hint of teasing and a vulgarity that suggested he was enjoying the show.

Chen Yun was dying of shame and indignation, her pretty face instantly flushing a deep purple-red. She snapped her head up, and some of the sharp authority she usually held as a supervisor finally returned.

"Shut up! Just drive! If you say another word, I'll report you!"

The driver shrunk his neck and didn't dare speak again, flooring the gas pedal. The taxi shot forward like an arrow from a bow... *Screeech—*

The ear-piercing sound of tires screeching against the ground echoed below the dormitory building.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Chen Yun pushed the door open and dragged Wang Fugui out.

"We're here! Don't play dead! Walk on your own!"

Chen Yun was panting, her high heels clicking loudly on the concrete floor.

Although Wang Fugui's consciousness was blurred, he still had some instinct left and stood up shakily.

As soon as he left the air-conditioned car, the muggy night wind outside only intensified the heat within him.

Sweat dripped from his firm chin, hitting the ground with visible wisps of steam. His whole body was steaming, his skin frighteningly red, and the veins beneath his skin throbbed as if they might burst at any moment.

"Sis... I feel terrible... it's like a lot of ants are crawling on me..."

Wang Fugui muttered, reaching out to tear at the shirt that was already bursting at the seams.

"Don't take it off!"

Chen Yun was startled. If she let him strip here, the whole factory would be in an uproar tomorrow. Ignoring the need for propriety, she grabbed Wang Fugui's wrist and forced his arm over her shoulder to drag him into the stairwell.

Most of Wang Fugui's weight was leaning on her.

It was a pure, heavy sense of physical pressure.

Chen Yun felt as if she were carrying a burning mountain. With every step, she could feel the continuous heat emanating from this man, as if it were about to ignite her as well.

The motion-sensor lights in the stairwell flickered on and off.

Two figures stumbled their way upward.

Wang Fugui's leather shoes dragged across the floor with dull thuds, and with every step, he left a clear, wet footprint on the concrete—sweat dripping down his trouser legs.

This amount of sweating was simply appalling.

Third floor.

Finally, they arrived.

Chen Yun was already drenched in sweat, a few strands of her styled hair falling loose and sticking to her damp cheeks, making her look both disheveled and charming.

Supporting Wang Fugui, she stood in the hallway, looking at the two closed doors in front of her.

On the left was Room 301, the single room the factory had just assigned to Wang Fugui.

On the right was Room 302, her private room.

Reason told her she should throw this dangerous element into 301, even if it only had a bare bed and was covered in dust.

She even reached out to fish for the key in Wang Fugui's pocket.

But just then, Wang Fugui's body suddenly went limp, and he slid downward, muttering in pain.

"Hot... going to explode..."

That scorching breath sprayed onto the back of Chen Yun's hand.

Chen Yun's hand trembled.

301 had nothing, not even a glass of water. If she just threw him in there and left him, would something happen? That medicine... although she didn't know what it was, looking at him now, it clearly wasn't just common drunkenness.

What if his brain got fried... or worse, he went into severe dehydration and shock... He drank that glass to save the situation. He did it to block the drink for her.

Once this thought emerged, it grew like wildfire in Chen Yun's heart, instantly overwhelming all her concerns and reservations.

"Forget it! Just for one night!"

Chen Yun gritted her teeth, as if finding a perfect excuse for herself.

She pulled out her own key and quickly inserted it into the lock of Room 302.

*Click.*

The door opened.

A faint scent of orchids wafted out—the scent unique to Chen Yun's room, clean and cool, completely different from the muggy, murky air outside.

To the current Wang Fugui, this was nothing short of the most fatal temptation.

He snapped his head up, a beast-like light erupting from his crimson eyes.

He didn't even need Chen Yun's support anymore.

Like a shark scenting blood, Wang Fugui stumbled into the fragrance-filled space.

Before Chen Yun could close the door, a large hand suddenly yanked her inside.

*Bang!*

The door was slammed shut, letting out a deafening boom.

The small entryway instantly became incredibly cramped.

Before Chen Yun could react, a massive force pushed her against the door.

*Thud!*

Her back hit the hard wooden door, making her gasp in pain.

Immediately after, a body as scorching as a furnace pressed against her.

Wang Fugui propped his hands against the door, trapping Chen Yun firmly between his arms.

He was too tall.

At this distance, Chen Yun had to tilt her head back to see his face.

That normally honest and simple face was now covered in sweat and desire. His sharp features were somewhat distorted from extreme endurance, yet they exuded a wildness that made her legs go weak.

"Sis..."

Wang Fugui's voice was terribly hoarse, as if he were holding a mouthful of scorching gravel.

He lowered his head, his crimson eyes staring intently at Chen Yun's panicked face. His gaze slid from her trembling eyelashes down to her slightly parted red lips.

"I feel terrible... help me..."

This plea, heavy with a nasal tone, was like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly shattering the last line of defense in Chen Yun's heart.

It was the most primal call of a male creature during courtship.

Chen Yun's mind went blank.

She felt herself being completely melted by this heat wave.

The sense of pressure was too strong. So strong that she even forgot to resist, forgot that she was a married woman, and forgot that the man before her was her subordinate.

She only felt her mouth and tongue go dry, and a never-before-felt emptiness and desire surged from deep within her body.

As if possessed, she slowly raised her hand and pressed it against Wang Fugui's chest, which was as hard as iron and as hot as fire.

She had originally intended to push him away.

But when her fingers touched the muscles covered in a thin layer of sweat, they went limp and powerless. Instead, it felt more like a caress, a provocation.

"Fugui... wake up a bit..."

Chen Yun's voice was as soft as water, lacking any deterrent power. Instead, it sounded more like an invitation, playing hard to get.

How could Wang Fugui possibly listen now?

Those hands touching his chest gently were like throwing a ladle of water into a pan of boiling oil.

*Boom!*

His reason snapped completely.

He abruptly lowered his head, and with that body full of scorching heat, he pressed down hard toward those red lips.

The distance grew smaller and smaller.

Chen Yun looked at the magnified face, her eyelashes trembling violently, and finally closed her eyes in both despair and anticipation.

At the very moment their lips were about to touch and their breaths were already intertwined.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

A frantic pounding on the door, like the beating of drums, suddenly exploded!

The sound was alarmingly loud, causing the door panel behind Chen Yun to vibrate violently, shaking her to her very core.

"Open the door! Open the door now!"

"Chen Yun, you shameless woman! I know he's in there!"

"Let go of my brother!!"

Lin Xiaocao's sharp, angry, and tearful roar came clearly through the door.

It was like a bucket of ice-cold water being poured over her head.

Chen Yun snapped her eyes open, the daze instantly vanishing, replaced by extreme terror and panic.

She gave Wang Fugui a hard push.

But this human pillar didn't budge an inch, still maintaining that extremely ambiguous kabedon pose, his nose almost touching hers, his eyes blinking in confusion.

"Who... who's knocking?"

Wang Fugui panted heavily, his brain still unable to process what was happening.

The pounding on the door grew even louder, accompanied by the sound of feet kicking the panel, as if the door would be broken down at any second.

"You with the surname Chen! If you dare touch a single hair on his head, I'll fight you to the death!"

"If you're bold enough to steal a man, be bold enough to open the door!"