I looked down. My wet dress clung to my body, almost transparent, outlining a young girl’s curves – a slim waist, long legs. Most embarrassingly, the bra I wore today was a bit small, clearly visible to him. He leaned down, whispering near my ear: “Wearing wet clothes, what are you seeking…”
What suggestions? I thought he would say: Remember to bring an umbrella next time, or go back and take a shower to avoid catching a cold.
“With your body type, 70C might be more comfortable… Although, from a visual perspective, wearing this size would be more alluring to men…”
Ugh!
This is the most shameless compliment I’ve ever heard!
My hand clutching my clothes trembled as I shrank into the corner of the leather seat, pressed tightly against the car door. He was staring at me without blinking, making me feel as if he were stripping me naked with his words and gaze.
I thought I would be angry enough to slap him and get out of the car, but I wasn’t angry. Instead, I felt a little scared and lost. A small flame began to rise within me, warming my rain-soaked body and spreading through my limbs.
I had never felt this way before; it was comfortable, with every nerve stimulated by a special pain.
The love song played on repeat… Spring flowers bloom seductively, summer willows caress the stamen; Autumn cherry blossoms fly across the sky, winter beauty melts the marrow; Whispered lips intertwine, rose petals shatter; Gently spiritual connection, subtle intoxication;
He reached out, grabbing the coat draped over my body. I was about to panic and resist, but he carefully straightened the clothes, covering my thighs. Finally, he ruffled my wet hair and smiled—a warm smile, like sunshine.
I was confused, my entire body and mind in turmoil. Who can tell me what he wants to do?
Returning to the apartment, we shared a piece of clothing to shield us from the rain as we ran to the elevator. Once inside, I froze, stepping back to create some distance from Ye Zhengchen.
“Back so late?” I organized my emotions and greeted Qin Xue.
“Mm, I was writing a report in the study room.” Qin Xue glanced at my clothes, then at Ye Zhengchen. “You two just got back?”
She emphasized “you two”.
