Unable to contain himself, he leaned against the door, panting heavily.

His chest rose and fell continuously, his handsome and delicate face alternating between red and white, an indescribable expression, with particularly complex emotions in his eyes.

He tried to calm himself down, but his body would not cooperate, not at all.

Wen Yu glanced down.

Unable to help himself, he muttered a curse under his breath, then closed his eyes, trying to steady his emotions.

Giving himself enough time.

Yet, the more he tried to do so, the more things went against his wishes.

After closing his eyes, all he saw in his mind was the image of her, more specifically, the way she danced intimately against him...!

A beautiful figure, with a pure yet enchanting gaze.

Bringing an indescribable sensuality.

Finally, utterly resigned, he slowly opened his eyes, accepting his fate.

He leaned against the door again.

Ashamed and embarrassed by his sensitivity, impulsiveness, and youth.

How contradictory a person can be.

After the shame, he began thinking of her again, his mind frantically recalling everything from not long ago and starting to imagine other scenes.

The surrounding temperature became unbearably hot.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

The narrow door finally opened slowly, and the faucet’s water washed over him.

As for what he’d do afterward, he didn’t want to appear around them again, nor did he want to be near Ruan Yiyi.

She noticed his earlier reaction.

What would she think?

He didn’t need to guess; he knew he’d be ridiculed by her.

So easily aroused and ignited by her.

That feeling was terrible for him, as if his innermost secrets had been exposed.

He had made up his mind to leave immediately.

Yet, just as he composed himself and his clothes, and opened the bathroom door to leave—

A few meters away, she stood with a coat draped over her shoulders, wearing a red spaghetti-strap dress, arms crossed, lazily leaning against the wall.

Her eyes held a smile, watching him unblinkingly.

Her gaze was extremely intriguing.

Wen Yu: "..."

He couldn’t help but wipe his face, slightly clenching his fist, but didn’t look at her and left directly.

In fact, that’s exactly what he did.

Ignoring her and leaving.

But just after he’d taken a few steps, she walked over, stretching out an arm to stop him.

"Wait a minute."

She said.

"What do you want?"

He frowned, impatience evident in his voice.

But only he knew the impatience and irritation stemmed from his own inner "exasperation."

Seeing his poor complexion, she didn’t mention what happened on the dance floor earlier, just calmly said:

"Taking so long in the bathroom, what were you doing in there? Kidney problems?"

"You—"

Wen Yu’s expression changed, but he held back in the end, not wanting to argue with her. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

He snorted coldly: "Say whatever you want."

Saying this, he tried to brush past her to leave.

But she grabbed his wrist and said something that left Wen Yu feeling extremely complicated:

"Let me look at you, I’m interested."

She simply leaned against the sofa, gesturing for him to follow her.

After all, she was the big shot’s daughter, but at the same time, not just a naive fool.

She appeared sincere and harmless, but in reality, she was shrewd and never suffered losses with anyone.

Ruan Yiyi took him to the dance floor.

As the more exciting music started, wearing nothing but a red spaghetti-strap dress, she instantly attracted the attention of many.

Her face was clean and gentle, yet her body was devilish; on the dance floor, she shook her head, twisted her waist, and swayed her hips, liberally releasing her allure.

Wen Yu watched, his pupils slightly constricted.

Then his gaze became more intense, and in the end, he seemed to feel a trace of annoyance at her brazen twisting of her body here.

Or maybe it was jealousy.

After all, so many men were staring at her.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer: "We—"

"Shh..."

Her white, slender fingers pressed against his lips, her eyes seductive, stopping him from speaking.

Then she raised her two fair, slender arms, wrapping them around his neck, twisting in front of him, looking at him, the corners of her lips slightly curved, but this time the smile was no longer the insincere, perfunctory grin.

Now, she watched him with a significant look, her eyes carrying a hint of teasing.

He suddenly felt hot all over, holding his breath, his eyes seemed glued to her, unable to look away.

Initially, he just thought he’d come on the off chance she might be there, but unexpectedly, tonight, she gave him a close dance, passionate, bewitching, enticing him.

Was it seduction? Probably. Anyway, he felt like he was going crazy.

Especially when she turned around, her waist and hips pressing against him as she twisted.

Sexy as hell.

He was, after all, in his youthful prime, and no matter how mature he seemed in some things, in this aspect, he was just an impulsive young man, inexperienced yet easily stirred.

And most importantly, he—had liked her for a long time.

So when she danced intimately with him, her movements subtly slowed.

She hesitated for a moment, looking back.

But as she turned to him, she noticed a hint of unspeakable embarrassment and annoyance in his eyes as he gave her a hard look, then quickly turned to leave.

The dance floor was crowded, and he pushed through the crowd, escaping hastily.

After he left, Ruan Yiyi: "..."

Her movements gradually slowed, and finally stopped, her eyes following his hurriedly departing figure.

Until he was obstructed and disappeared.

"Ha..."

She chuckled softly, touched her chin, as if finding it amusing, shaking her head.

Really funny.

Always wearing a mask was fine, but she thought someone like him, a ridiculously intelligent academic achiever, would be different from ordinary people.

Was it really necessary?

Recalling the flash of embarrassment in his eyes, she found it even more amusing.

Like she had sullied or bullied him, it was an expression she had never encountered before in her life.

And hurriedly pushed through the crowd to the bathroom, slamming the door shut—