Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

When Pei Yu'an stepped into the bar, he immediately spotted Liu Yunshu sitting in a corner booth.

She held a slender cigarette between her fingers, its crimson glow flickering in the dim light, like a bewitching firefly in the night.

Her once carefully styled long hair now fell loosely over her shoulders, and her dark green silk dress still clung to her exquisite figure.

However, the two buttons on the collar had come undone at some point, revealing a delicate and refined collarbone that gleamed like porcelain under the light.

Her skirt slipped slightly as she crossed her legs, revealing glimpses of her fair and slender ankles.

Her silver stilettos were casually hooked on the edge of the booth, the toes swaying gently to the faint strains of jazz music.

It carries a kind of nonchalant laziness, yet it inexplicably stirs the heart.

Pei Yu'an stopped at the entrance to the booth, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the shimmering silver light.

As if sensing his gaze, she slowly raised her eyes to look at him.

The corners of her eyes were tinged with a slightly flushed red, making her eyes appear even more misty and dreamy.

She leaned forward, tapped her fingertips lightly, and knocked the ash into the crystal ashtray, sending up a few fleeting sparks.

"Why are you standing still?"

Her voice, hoarse with the effects of alcohol, was even more tender than before.

"Afraid I'll eat you up?"

These words brushed against my heart like a feather.

Pei Yu'an strode over, scooped her up in his arms, sat down, and held her tightly in his embrace.

His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, and his palms could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin silk.

"I couldn't be happier..."

His once clear eyes were now filled with an intense, unyielding darkness.

His voice was incredibly low and hoarse.

"It would be best if Sister Liu could take advantage of me completely..."

Liu Yunshu was startled by his sudden action and gasped, almost dropping the cigarette between her fingers.

The next second she was enveloped in his cool, refreshing embrace.

My nose brushed against the crisp collar of his shirt, and I could feel the strong pulse in his neck.

She placed her fingertips against his firm chest, but instead of pushing him away, she slowly traced the lines of his hoodie, a sly smile curving her eyes.

"So urgent?"

Her red lips almost touched his earlobe.

"What if someone sees us?"

Before he could finish speaking, the tip of his high heel, hovering in mid-air, brushed against his trouser leg, leaving a barely perceptible mark.

Pei Yu'an's arms tightened suddenly, almost as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against her reddened earlobe, his hot breath caressing her sensitive skin.

"What are you afraid of?"

His fingers hooked onto her loosened clasp and gently pulled it down.

His gaze lingered greedily on that smooth skin, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

"Wouldn't it be better if we were discovered?"

Warm breath sprayed behind her ear, and Liu Yunshu's fingertips paused slightly.

She then boldly reached into his shirt collar, and when she touched his burning skin, she couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Little Pei."

Her red lips brushed lightly against his chin, her tobacco-scented breath seeping into his collar.

"They're getting bolder and bolder."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with charm. "However, I like it."

She stubbed out her still-burning cigarette butt in the ashtray, her red lips close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids: "Let's go."

Liu Yunshu made a move to get up, but Pei Yu'an pressed her back into his arms with force.

He lowered his gaze and captured her glistening lips, his fingertips lightly tracing the curve of her waist, his voice still burning with desire: "Not waiting until closing time?"

"I can't wait."

Her fingertips entwined around his tie, slowly pulling it towards herself, the smile in the corners of her eyes tinged with the effects of alcohol.

"Xiao Pei seems incredibly wild today, I can't wait to see..."

Liu Yunshu's eyes grew increasingly alluring and seductive, like honey saturated with wine. Her tongue lightly licked her lower lip, her voice husky and seductive.

"...Your initiative tonight."

Pei Yu'an's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the hand around her waist tightened abruptly.

The next second, he suddenly stood up and steadily picked her up in his arms.

Liu Yunshu gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

His long, flowing hair cascaded down his arms, its fragrance mingling with the scents of alcohol and tobacco, weaving a web that stirred the heart.

He avoided the crowd and quickly walked towards the stairs leading to the lounge at the back.

The old wooden steps made a soft creaking sound underfoot.

Liu Yunshu tightened her arms around his neck, her nose brushing against his tense jaw.

"Slow down... or you'll trip me and then you'll see what happens."

"If you fall, I'll pay for it."

He looked down at her, his eyes burning with an intense heat that seemed to scorch her.

"Is paying for a lifetime enough?"

Liu Yunshu chuckled softly, giving him a light pinch on the back of the neck: "Quite ambitious."

Even so, she pressed her cheek against his warm hoodie, her brows exuding a captivating charm.

He pushed open the door and gently placed her on the sofa. Before he could even straighten up, his collar was pulled down by a soft force.

She looked up at him, the blush at the corners of her eyes appearing even more vibrant in the warm light, her fingertips slowly playing with the strap of his hoodie.

"Didn't you keep saying... you wanted me to take advantage of you? What, you're too scared to move?"

Pei Yu'an's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and then he leaned down and enveloped her beneath him.

He placed his palm beside her ear, his hot breath brushing against her lips: "How can I properly enjoy you if you're not clean?"

Liu Yunshu laughed out loud at his joke, her fingertips moving up his tie, gently pinching and shaking his chin.

"That's quite thoughtful."

With a deft flick of her finger, the buttons on the side of her skirt came undone.

Dark green silk slid down her body like flowing water, suddenly exposing large areas of her fair skin to the warm light, like moonlight pouring down.

Pei Yu'an's breath caught in his throat, his gaze fixed on the faint mole on her shoulder, a surge of anger rising in his throat, his clenched fists turning white.

He leaned down and kissed the small mole, lingering on it tenderly.

Liu Yunshu's breathing became rapid instantly, her fingertips unconsciously scratching his back, the silk fabric piling up into soft folds on the sofa.

"Xiao Pei..." Her voice, tinged with broken moans, spread in the warm light, "Don't dawdle..."

He raised his head, his eyes burning with an inextinguishable fire, his voice hoarse to the extreme: "Sister Liu, don't worry..."

His kisses traveled downwards...

Do you like it?

His voice, magnetic and seductive, whispered in her ear.

Liu Yunshu's fingers dug deep into his hair, pressing his head even tighter.

A kiss replaced an answer; the entanglement of their tongues carried a strong sense of possessiveness and desire.

In the lounge, the warm, ambiguous light and the rustling of fabrics intertwined to create a lingering, intimate whisper of the night, burning away all reason and restraint...

He bent down and picked her up in his arms, carrying her towards the bathroom with extremely light steps, as if afraid of breaking the person in his arms.

The warm light from the bathroom spilled out, illuminating the intertwined shadows of the two people.

Liu Yunshu wrapped her arms around his neck, her nose brushing against his earlobe, her voice moist as she said, "If Chen Yu knew..."

Who cares what he knows?

Pei Yu'an interrupted her and lowered his head to place a light kiss on her lips.

"Now you are mine."

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Chen Yu drove at high speed towards Ye Yuwei's residence.

He sat down on the sofa as soon as he entered the door, irritably loosened his tie, and pressed his knuckles heavily against his forehead.

Her mother's angry scolding still echoed in her ears, and Liu Yunshu's perpetually aloof appearance also surfaced in her mind, making her chest feel tight and suffocated.

"What's wrong? You look terrible."

Ye Yuwei walked over with a glass of warm water and sat down next to him.

Her soft hand gently rested on his back, her voice full of concern.

Chen Yu abruptly shoved her hand away, his tone filled with angry impulsiveness: "Don't touch me!"

Ye Yuwei's hand froze in mid-air, a hint of grievance and resentment flashing across her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

She lowered her eyes, feigning tears, and asked, "Did I do something to upset you? Or... did Auntie say something?"

This delicate appearance calmed Chen Yu's anger slightly. Remembering his previous attitude, his tone softened: "It has nothing to do with you. It's my mother who's throwing a tantrum."

He paused, swallowing back the words his mother used to question their relationship and call her a "babysitter."

She only vaguely said, "She just thinks I haven't been taking care of the family lately."

Ye Yuwei's heart skipped a beat. She guessed that Chen's mother had probably seen through her scheme, but she deliberately went along with his words and acted coquettishly.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have kept asking you to come and keep me company, which upset Auntie. How about... we see each other less often in the future, so you won't be caught in the middle."

As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.

"Alright, alright!"

Chen Yu interrupted her irritably, but couldn't bear to see her like this.

She reached up and rubbed her temples, her tone softening slightly, "It has nothing to do with you, it's just that my mom is old-fashioned."

Ye Yuwei immediately went along with it, leaning into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist, and rubbing her cheek against his chest.

"But I don't want to put you in a difficult position."

Her voice was so soft it was almost sickening, but her fingertips secretly tightened their grip on the hem of his shirt.

"I just... miss you so much that I can't help but keep hoping you'll come over."

Chen Yu felt his frustration dissipate somewhat after being coaxed by her, and he raised his hand to pat her back.