Standing Next To You-Chapter 573: Steamy Night

Bei Sangyun had already noticed the heat radiating from him and the way his gaze bore into her. Her heart was racing, and a tingling sensation crept up from her toes.

She turned to face him.

Fei Chuan’s eyes drifted from hers... to her lips.

Those soft, red lips...

I need to apologize...

But her lips looked so tempting...

Suddenly, flashes of images flooded his mind—Her lips under his... her breath quick and shallow... her burning skin beneath his hands... their breaths mingling, bodies intertwined... her moans... her nails digging into his back...

The images were brief, chaotic, arriving in fragments and vanishing just as quickly. But even in that blur, he knew—The woman in those memories was Bei Sangyun.

And the man... was him.

Did they... ever do something like that in that life?

How he wished he could remember every exact detail.

Bei Sangyun was still staring at him. Maybe it was the tension in the air—thick and magnetic, pulling them toward each other—that made it hard to breathe. But more than that, it was the way Fei Chuan was looking at her, the raw desire in his eyes, that made her throat tighten.

"...What...?" Bei Sangyun asked, her voice just as hoarse.

Fei Chuan leaned in, his breath heavy and uneven.

He needed to say it—I’m sorry for what I did. I didn’t mean those words. I want to make things right. Let me repent. Let me be with you...

But instead, the words that escaped were—

"I... Can I... kiss you?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he instantly regretted them. He leaned back slightly, guilt washing over him.That wasn’t what he meant to say.

He wanted to beat himself up for letting such impure thoughts surface—especially when he hadn’t even apologized yet. But before he could take them back, Bei Sangyun spoke.

"...You might regret it. This might just be the drug talking."

Fei Chuan froze.

He looked back at her—and saw the same look in her eyes. That soft, hazy gaze. The one she used to give him before their kisses in the past.

His heart pounded in his chest. He swallowed hard.

"I’m not," Fei Chuan whispered, leaning in again as if drawn to her by a force he couldn’t resist. Their noses were nearly touching. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, the heat of her skin warming his fingers."I told you... I can handle this drug. But what I can’t handle... is this feeling. This attraction I felt towards you."

His touch sent sparks through her. Her body responded before her mind could catch up.

Damn. She wanted his touch so badly.

"...But you hate me," Bei Sangyun whispered, her eyes searching his.

Fei Chuan looked into her eyes, filled with both desire and sincerity."Not anymore."

And then, without waiting for her answer, he kissed her.

...

Fei Chuan staggered as he made his way to the elevator. The familiar heat spreading through his body—he knew this sensation too well. Someone had drugged him again.

He had been careful about drinking wine, especially after being a victim of similar situations many times abroad. But earlier, when he saw Bei Sangyun, his focus faltered. Instinctively, he reached for a drink, forgetting all caution.

As a result, he had been successfully drugged. And it seems the dose was a lot stronger this time.

His first instinct was to get away from the crowd and avoid whoever had targeted him. He needed to find a private room and lock himself in. He had already contacted his assistant—now he just needed to stay safe until help arrived.

As he reached the elevator, he spotted a familiar figure: Wei Lang.

Fei Chuan recognized him immediately. He’d seen him talking to Bei Sangyun earlier. Now, Wei Lang was half-carrying her into the lift. She looked drunk, leaning heavily against him.

But Bei Sangyun never got drunk. Especially not at events like this.

Suddenly, Fei Chuan felt a surge of strength he didn’t know he had. He pushed forward and stopped the elevator doors from closing. "Where are you taking her?" he demanded.

Wei Lang flinched at the sight of him—and paled when he recognized who it was.

"I-I was just helping her to her room. She’s... drunk," he stammered.

Fei Chuan narrowed his eyes. His vision was blurry, and his body felt feverish, but he stood tall, masking any sign of weakness as he glared coldly at the man.

Without a word, he pulled Bei Sangyun away from Wei Lang. "She doesn’t get drunk. And if she ever does, her butler would be here to help her."

Wei Lang reached forward, trying to take her back, but Fei Chuan shielded her with his body. His dark glare stopped Wei Lang in his tracks.

Fei Chuan gently shook Bei Sangyun. "Bei Sangyun. Call your butler."

"Mmm..." she stirred slightly, then, to his alarm, began pulling down the strap of her dress as if trying to undress. Her voice came out in a weak murmur, "...Hot..."

Fei Chuan’s expression darkened. He turned a deadly gaze to Wei Lang. "Did you drug her?"

Wei Lang’s face turned ashen. He backed away quickly. "...I didn’t..."

Fei Chuan’s eyes burned with fury. "You dare..." he growled through clenched teeth.

Wei Lang panicked. He thought this plan would go smoothly. He had acquired a new, extremely potent drug. Even if Bei Sangyun came for revenge, he believed the people backing him would protect him—so long as the plan succeeded.

But going up against Fei Chuan was a different matter.

If they found out Fei Chuan—who had the James family behind him—was involved, those people might abandon him in an instant.

"It wasn’t me!" Wei Lang shouted, and turned to run.

Fei Chuan didn’t chase after him. He didn’t have the strength, and besides...

He looked down at Bei Sangyun in his arms, who was still trying to take off her dress. He used his free hand to stop her.

"Behave," he murmured in a raspy voice. "I’ll get you to your room."

He, too, was nearing his limit.

But he persevered.

He knew which room she was staying in. Somehow, he made it to her floor and found the room, staggering with each step. His breath was hot, and his entire body burned with unbearable heat. The mischievous woman in his arms wasn’t helping either.

Bei Sangyun clung to him, rubbing her body against the nearest heat source—him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, murmuring breathlessly, "...Give... it... give it to me..."

Her hot breath against his skin and her wandering hands were driving him insane.

"Stop it... or you’ll regret it," Fei Chuan muttered, his voice strained.

His vision was hazy now—he could barely make out the blurry outlines of the room numbers.

This is getting dangerous.

The woman in his arms was fanning the flames inside him. His mind was muddled, and his self-control felt like it was hanging by a thread.

Click.

He didn’t remember how he managed to open Bei Sangyun’s door. But the moment they entered the room, she suddenly pulled him down—and kissed him, snapping his control.

Everything after that went dark.

Fei Chuan’s eyes flew open.

He’d dreamed of that life again.

And this time... he remembered the flashes of that steamy night that the him of that past had not remembered—Bei Sangyun’s desperation, her kisses, her moans. It had all felt so real—

But then, another set of images overlapped those memories.

The images from last night.

...

"But you hate me." Bei Sangyun looked at him with those mesmerizing eyes.

I want her. I want to kiss her.

"Not anymore," Fei Chuan murmured—and gave in to that desire.

The kiss was unlike any they had shared before.

He kissed her deeply, pouring into it all his longing and yearning—for the years he hadn’t seen her, the time he couldn’t touch her, for every moment he had missed her.

Bei Sangyun was overwhelmed by his intense kiss. She tried to push him back, and when she succeeded, she gasped for air. "Wait—"

But he only gave her a second to breathe before capturing her lips again. One hand cradled the back of her head, the other wrapped around her waist.

His warm lips nibbled at hers, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. His tongue slipped between her lips, seeking her out.

Bei Sangyun shuddered at the contact of his hot tongue.

Fei Chuan kissed her like a starving man, as if he had been parched for years. He devoured her, lost in her.

He pulled back just briefly to let her breathe—then kissed her again.

With every kiss, his embrace tightened.

After a long while, Bei Sangyun adjusted to his overwhelming kisses. She no longer pushed him away. Instead, she accepted his kisses, his touch.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, allowing the kiss to deepen further.

That small action lit another fuse within him.

Fei Chuan opened his eyes, now dark with lust. Both his hands encircled her waist, drawing her against him.

Then his hands began to roam—tracing the lines of her body. Every time she flinched, it drove him a little wilder.

Soon, he lifted her up. Their lips still hadn’t parted.

He carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed.

Bei Sangyun looked up at him. Her eyes were hazy, filled with desire and longing.

Fei Chuan paused, a bit of clarity breaking through the haze. But the need to have her was overwhelming—drowning all reason. Still, he asked:

"If you tell me to stop, I will."

Bei Sangyun wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, "...I won’t. Just... don’t hate me tomorrow."

Fei Chuan kissed her cheek. "I could never hate you. Not now. Not ever."

Bei Sangyun smiled faintly. "Then... I’ll be selfish, just this once."

Fei Chuan leaned down, kissing her deeply, trying to erase that self-deprecating smile from her lips.

Soon, the room filled with the sound of their kisses and soft, trembling moans.