Upon reaching the second floor, a luxurious hall came into view. Turning left, there was a pair of wooden double doors. Ye Ye pushed them open to find a small living room, with light spilling from an open door to the right. Without hesitation, she walked in. Dean was there, cigarette in one hand, typing on the keyboard with the other, still handling business. Hearing footsteps, he smirked without looking up, knowing it was Ye Ye from her scent and because no one else would enter without knocking. Glancing at his watch, he met Ye Ye’s beautiful face, “You’re 3 hours and 17 minutes late!” “You didn’t set a time!” Ye Ye retorted with a pout, approaching his desk. “I don’t like women who don’t listen and argue unreasonably!” Dean said coldly. “I didn’t ask you to like me!” Ye Ye was angry, having finally overcome her hesitation to come here, only to be met with Dean’s cold water. “Now, leave, immediately!” Dean said, emphasizing each word, his authority challenged by Ye Ye, especially after he assumed she was just a casual girl. “I won’t!” Ye Ye flared up, “Why should I come when you say come, and leave when you say leave?” “Because I’ve lost interest in having you today!” Dean said mercilessly. Ye Ye’s beautiful eyes narrowed, her lips pouted; she was all in now! Damn it, she was a virgin, had tried to be with Long Yu that day but was interrupted by his mother. Today, she had made up her mind to settle the ‘debt’ with Dean, only to be told he wasn’t interested!?—This severely wounded her pride and ignited her rebellious spirit… Plus, there was a maid downstairs eagerly waiting to see her fail, and she had boasted about it. If she left now, she’d be mocked! Ye Ye might not excel in many areas, but her fighting spirit and refusal to back down were certainly ‘outstanding’… (if that counts as a virtue…) Thus, driven by pride and anger, Ye Ye, facing Dean’s stern face, quickly shed her clothes, leaving only her sky-blue underwear. Her fair, delicate body nimbly jumped onto Dean’s desk… She was the eldest daughter of the Thousand Night Gate, who was she afraid of? Her smooth, tender body glistened under the soft yellow light, her full, proud breasts, slender waist, cute buttocks, and long, straight legs… Her exquisite, seductive face… Sitting on the desk like a kitten, she leaned close to Dean’s tense face, her breath sweet like orchids, “Are you interested now?” Her star-like eyes curved into crescents… Her pink lips curved in an enchanting smile!—Today, she, Ye Ye, was determined to get rid of this damn membrane! Who ever heard of someone wanting to give it away but couldn’t? It was simply the shame of the underworld!
[From Paris to Rome: Chapter Forty-Seven, All’s Well That Ends Well]
Dean’s lake-blue eyes narrowed as he inhaled from his cigarette, suppressing his inner turmoil—after all, he was a normal man, how could he not react to this? Yet, with great restraint, he calmly looked at Ye Ye’s seductive efforts and said softly, “Do you think I will take you just because of this?” Ye Ye placed her legs on either side of Dean’s chair, straddling him… Not because she was overly bold, but because she was so angry she forgot what shame was… “How about now?” One hand still around Dean’s shoulder, the other took his cigarette, her pink lips slightly inhaling, blowing smoke towards Dean—TV shows always did this! Ye Ye was just copying. Dean extended his hand, took back the cigarette, and tossed it into the crystal ashtray, “I don’t like you smoking!”
