Chapter 103: Ecstasy**
Fu Junyao rolled her eyes at Wu Yifan's unwavering confidence, reaching up to feel his forehead. "No fever… Why are you talking nonsense? If you can jump that high, you should be a high jumper, not a lowly security guard."
Wu Yifan didn't bother answering. He took a deep breath, focusing inward.
"3 enhancement points remaining. Activate jumping ability?"
"Yes."
"Enhancing jumping ability ×2. Durability: 1/1."
"Enhancement failed. Activating jumping ability ×1. Durability: 1/1. 0 points consumed. 3 points remaining."
Wu Yifan's face fell, a wave of panic washing over him. The device had never failed before! "Xue'er, what's going on? Is the device broken?"
"Master, the device is functional. You've already used two enhancement attributes today. A third cannot be activated yet—that's why it failed." Her clear, melodic voice echoed in his mind.
"Damn it." He'd bragged too soon. He'd never tried to use three attributes in one day before, and now he was paying for it.
"What's wrong? Hurry up! How are we getting in?" Fu Junyao prodded him, growing impatient with his silence.
Wu Yifan forced a bright smile, shifting tactics. "It's too high to jump. Here—let me boost you up first. Then you can pull me in."
"You? Boost me? Can you even handle it?" She huffed, skeptical.
"Please. You're light as a feather. Piece of cake." He squatted down, gesturing for her to climb.
Fu Junyao wanted to scream. Being with Wu Yifan meant lying, street racing, and risking her badge—things no other man would've made her do. But there was no time to argue. She stepped onto his shoulders, slowly scaling upward.
Wu Yifan stood, his hands cupping her round, firm buttocks to steady her.
"Pervert! Where do you think you're touching?!" Fu Junyao's cheeks flared red, mortified. Of all places, her ass? The memory of him peeking at her panties earlier made her skin burn.
"Shut up! I'm keeping you from falling!" He snapped—though he'd be lying if he said the feel of her soft flesh, barely concealed by her skirt and thin panties, didn't send a tingle of desire through him.
Fu Junyao felt a bizarre mix of excitement and shame. His hands kneaded her ass as she climbed, his fingers brushing against sensitive crevices. The tension of the mission blended with this forbidden intimacy, making her breath quicken and her legs clench involuntarily.
Lately, she'd been reevaluating Wu Yifan. His insane driving skills, his bartending genius at the competition… no ordinary security guard could pull that off. Why *was* he at Infinity? For Ye Xiwen? Men had chased Ye Xiwen before, but none had gone to such extremes.
A twinge of jealousy prickled her—silly, she knew. She'd never cared about men, let alone competed over one. But Wu Yifan was different. He'd stolen her first kiss, her first hug, even their accidental rubbing… and somehow, she'd let him.
Chinese women often felt this way, she supposed. Before anything happened, they nitpicked endlessly. But once they gave a man their first kiss—or more—they started seeing only his virtues. Like the writer Zhang Ailing pining for Hu Lancheng, despite his flaws. Love made you blind.
These past few days, she'd barely slept, replaying their interactions. Anger? Embarrassment? Longing? She couldn't sort it out.
"Hey! Officer Fu! Hurry up! I'm about to collapse!" Wu Yifan's voice jolted her from her thoughts.
"Huh?" She'd zoned out.
"Open the window! We can flirt later—even if you want me to hold you all night." He couldn't resist one last tease.
"Bastard! I'll sew your mouth shut!" She blushed, but hurried. The window wasn't locked—she pushed it open easily, slipping inside. The room was a lavish VIP suite, 50 square meters with brand-new entertainment gear, but empty.
"Pull me up! Or are you gonna leave me hanging?" Wu Yifan called.
Guilt hit her—she'd forgotten him. "You're so capable, can't you climb alone?" She grumbled, but found a sturdy rope to haul him in.
"Capable, but *you're* heavy. Nearly killed me." He wiped sweat from his brow, complaining.
"Who's heavy? I only weigh 48 kilos!" She preened—she was proud of her figure.
"48 kilos? No way. More like 40." He feigned shock, eyeing her.
"Smartass. I watch my weight." Like all women, she loved compliments on her slenderness.
"Ah—so all the weight's in *certain places*." His gaze lingered on her ample chest.
"Pervert! Stop staring! I'll gouge your eyes out!" She crossed her arms, flustered. Her bust was larger than average—something to be proud of, but his leering made her feel naked and exposed.
Wu Yifan raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry, Officer Fu! My mistake!"
Then—footsteps. Heavy, approaching.
They froze.
Someone was coming.