The Tycoon's Enchanted Mermaid-Chapter 87 - : Liking and Kissing

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Liking and Kissing

“Why? What did he do wrong?”

Qin Yu said indifferently, “Following you and yet failing to notice someone was filming you is a severe oversight.”

Ah Da furrowed her brows, feeling Qin Yu’s actions unreasonable, “You can’t blame him for that. There were so many people in the museum, and everybody was holding up their cellphones to take photos of the antiques. It’s very difficult to distinguish whether they were filming me or not.”

“And the original video was of an internet celebrity. I’m not a star, why would anyone film me for no reason?”

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes at her and suddenly leaned in close, his invasive gaze intensely falling upon her palm-sized little face, “Do you really not know?”

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Ah Da felt uncomfortable under his gaze and opened her mouth, “I… don’t know.”

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His long fingers, cool with the night air, touched her warm and soft cheek. They weren’t even as large as his palm, her skin delicate and tender, easily enveloped under his grasp.

With an unsuspecting look in her eyes, so vulnerable, unaware of danger, she didn’t know that what most distinguished humans from animals was their ability to restrain their base animal nature—they sought benefits and avoided harm, they could be circuitous, they knew how to hide.

When dealing with prey, some hunters would indulge their desires for momentary satisfaction, while others would painstakingly design cages, step by step luring naive and simple prey into traps.

However, no matter the type of hunter, there was only one ultimate goal.

To devour her.

The cold sensation on her cheeks made Ah Da involuntarily shrink back, but the man’s fingers did not let go of her easily; instead, they directly pinched her sharp little chin and suddenly forced it upward.

“Um…”

Ah Da winced in pain, pursing her lips and tilting her head up, her big watery eyes looking up at the tall man in front of her, filled with anger, confusion, and a hint of helplessness. She didn’t understand why he always liked pinching her face, always her chin.

“You pinched me again.”

The young girl softly complained, her pale fingers like bamboo shoots climbing onto the back of his hand.

Although Qin Yu’s skin was already considered fair among ordinary people, there was still a noticeable difference compared to hers.

Her skin was tender, smooth, and seemed fragile; the entire person appeared weak. And indeed, she was pitifully weak, unable to push away the detestable large palm that was pinching her chin.

The disparity in appearance and strength was immense.

Facing Qin Yu, Ah Da dared not use her Spiritual Power, not just because of the rules and tracking prohibitions of Lingcheng Mountain.

For some reason, whenever his expression was ambiguous, a fear would rise in the pit of her stomach, as if her instincts were constantly warning her that the grown creature in front of her was very dangerous.

Qin Yu looked down with a hint of amusement, his thumb rubbing against her slightly reddened eye corner, his voice tender and seductive, “Do you know? They raise their phones to film you, they gaze at you, because of this face.”

After returning from Lingcheng Mountain, Qin Yu had intentionally sought to understand everything related to the Merfolk, a species that had existed only in legends, ancient and modern, domestic and foreign.

True and false, illusory and real, the distant information was impossible to verify for its truthfulness. However, one thing was certain, the Merfolk were indeed naturally endowed with beauty and were the darlings of art.

The Ah Da before him was a living example.

Qin Yu squinted at her, his knuckle gently grazing the elegant curve of her profile: “The more beautiful a thing is, the more easily it falls into dangerous traps. Like a little lamb among wolves, without a strong protector, what do you think will happen?”

Ah Da sniffled, her long lashes fluttering as she weakly retorted, “I’m not a lamb, I’m Merfolk.”

Qin Yu chuckled softly, his thumb pressing slightly into the space between her lips, against her small teeth, coldly and cruelly saying,

“Even sheep are smarter than you. At least sheep know the danger they’re in, while you, this little fish who understands nothing, are already in the fishbowl and still unaware.”

The lake breeze was gentle, with an undercurrent of ambiguous sentiments mixing with the wind, fermenting uncontrollably, subtly baffling the heart and mind.

Ah Da faintly felt that his words held a deeper meaning, as if he was referring to her, calling her a little lamb and a little fish.

He was so odd today.

Qin Yu, watching the puffed-up little girl, in the next second, reached out and clamped her wrist to pull her in front of him. With her already petite and light frame, she felt like a soft white cloud descending, carrying with it the sweet scent of fruit.

Ah Da, deep in thought and completely unprepared, bumped into a wall of flesh, her entire being overtaken by his cool breath. Her palm, instinctively reaching forward to brace against the inadvertent tilt of her body, pressed against his chest through his shirt. The firm, hot breath penetrated the thin material and traveled up her arm, straight to her heart, which now beat even faster.

Ah Da was almost lying in Qin Yu’s embrace.

In front of her was his hot chest; behind, a warm and solid hand encircled her waist. She struggled to break free but found no leverage, the only force she could muster came from pushing against the man’s chest, leaving her in a dilemma of whether to advance or retreat.

Qin Yu pressed down on the delicate waist under his hand, his thin lips close to her pink ear, he whispered in a low voice, “What are you moving for?”

Ah Da, feeling dazed, dared not move. Her face was flushed as though stained with a touch of cloud, her pale fingers clenching tightly to his clothes, her small voice tinged with grievance, “You suddenly grabbed me and it hurt, yet you won’t let me move…”

“Where does it hurt?”

Ah Da pouted, “My chin hurts, my waist too…”

Qin Yu saw the fingerprint on her little chin, a small red spot, and clicked his tongue lightly, “Crying out in pain just from a touch.”

Ah Da punched him, “It’s because you were too forceful.”

“Why not say it’s because you’re too delicate?” Qin Yu easily caught her little fist, bent down closer to her ear, his voice deep and seductive, “Don’t you want to know why I took down those videos?”

Ah Da suddenly stopped, locking eyes with him. All sounds around them vanished, as if the world itself had come to a stop.

“Why?”

Ah Da heard herself follow the question.

“Because…” Qin Yu lowered his gaze, his long black lashes casting a shadow over the profound darkness in his eyes.

When the shadow fell, Ah Da’s pupils dilated, his warm breath tickling her face. She felt as if she were frozen in place by an immobilization spell, stuck in his embrace.

…

Song Ma came with a jacket in hand and from a distance saw this scene. Her expression changed slightly, and she quickly stopped and turned away.

This…

She had previously sensed that the young master’s regard for Miss Ade was out of the ordinary, with both his gaze and actions brimming with intense possessiveness. Perhaps the young master himself was unaware of the leniency he had towards the girl, but as an onlooker, it was crystal clear. In contrast, Miss Ade was naive and simple, inexperienced with worldly affairs.

Song Ma was relieved to see Qin Yu fancy a girl, after all, as an old servant of the Qin Family, she, like Uncle Wen, had watched Qin Yu grow up from childhood just as one watches a grandson succeed, and had secretly worried about him being all alone.

But the girl was so young and unguarded in matters of men and women, the young master’s behavior could hardly avoid the impression of deceiving a young girl, which Song Ma felt was rather improper.

She hoped that the outcome would be mutual affection, otherwise, given the young master’s strong and domineering nature, he would definitely not let go, and who knows what trouble that might bring.

Wen Liang’s lips imprinted on her cheek, a tingling sensation like an electric current. Ah Da, wide-eyed, did not blink.

So close.

She suddenly noticed Qin Yu’s distinct lashes, long and slightly curled, his dark brown pupils, and on his nose bridge, a very faint, tiny brown mole.