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

Pei Yu'an led his teammates toward Jinmingyuan, his steps light as if he were walking on the wind, and even the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Throughout the journey, he couldn't help but frequently look down at his phone, afraid of missing any messages from Liu Yunshu.

Zhao Lei leaned over and nudged his arm, making a funny face at him.

"Third brother, your soul almost ran off with that girl, didn't it? Confess, didn't you... um?"

Pei Yu'an's ears burned again, but he didn't refute it. Instead, he curled up the corners of his mouth and revealed a smug smile.

"Stop guessing, enjoy your victory celebration first."

Despite saying that, the joy in her eyes was undeniable.

The private room was bustling with activity as his teammates took turns toasting him.

Pei Yu'an only took small sips, remembering Liu Yunshu's instructions, and dared not drink any more.

Halfway through his drink, he made an excuse to go to the restroom and quietly slipped into the small stall next door.

When I pushed open the door, I froze.

Liu Yunshu, dressed in a backless halter-neck red dress, was bending over to adjust a small warm lamp on the table.

Her long, black hair was loosely draped over her back, sliding to one side as she bent over, revealing a large expanse of her smooth, fair back.

The dimples at her waist sag slightly with every movement, making the red color appear even more vibrant yet elegant.

Pei Yu'an's Adam's apple bobbed suddenly, his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and even his breathing subconsciously became lighter.

His face, which had just been reeking of alcohol, instantly turned even redder, and even his ears felt burning hot.

He stared blankly at her retreating figure, then slowly walked behind her, reached out and wrapped his arms around her, speaking in a low, hoarse voice:

"Sister Liu, why...did you change your clothes?"

When his fingertips touched her cool, smooth back, he trembled slightly as if burned, but tightened his arms around her.

He held her close, his nose brushing against the soft strands of hair at the back of her neck, greedily inhaling her delicate fragrance.

Liu Yunshu was startled by his sudden embrace and paused, the warm light falling on their intertwined figures.

She turned her head, looking at the boy's reddened ears and tightly pursed lips, a smile playing in her eyes: "What, not good-looking?"

"Beautiful..." Pei Yu'an's voice was strained, his fingers unconsciously stroking her waist.

"It looks so beautiful. If it had been like this in the hallway, I definitely wouldn't have wanted you to leave."

As he spoke, he rested his chin on her shoulder like a clingy large dog, "Sister Liu, are you doing this on purpose? Do you know I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Yunshu suddenly turned around, reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, her warm breath brushing against his flushed cheeks.

She looked at the undisguised passion in the boy's eyes and smiled as she pinched his burning earlobe.

"Does it count as deliberately letting you end the celebration party quickly?"

Pei Yu'an's heart pounded wildly. His gaze fell on her slightly parted lips, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but lower his head to get closer.

But just as he was about to touch her, she gently pressed her finger against his forehead.

"Don't rush," she said with a smile, shaking the cake box on the table. "Eat the tiramisu first, or it'll melt."

He reluctantly rubbed his hand against her palm, but still obediently let go.

His gaze was fixed on her, unable to look away, as she gracefully scooped up a piece of cake with a small spoon and handed it to him.

He opened his mouth and bit down. The sweet cream mixed with the warmth of her fingertips made him squint his eyes, like a little animal that had just eaten candy.

"Is it delicious?" Liu Yunshu asked.

Pei Yu'an nodded, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to sit on his lap.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and whispered in her ear, "It's not as delicious as Sister Liu's."

He then kissed those long-awaited lips.

Liu Yunshu gently pressed her fingertips against his chest, but did not actually push him away.

She turned her head slightly to catch her breath as he kissed her passionately, her eyes glistening with tears: "Don't rush... your teammates are outside."

Pei Yu'an refused to let go, gently rubbing his lips against hers, his voice hoarse: "Ignore them, I just want to kiss you."

His palm rested on her waist beneath her red dress, the force gentle yet firm, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

The warm glow of the lamp enveloped the two figures entwined, filling the air with a sweet and cozy atmosphere.

"Sister Liu, I'm standing perfectly straight, could you please..." Pei Yu'an tugged at her skirt, looking at her expectantly.

"Are you sure?" Liu Yunshu turned her head, her eyes full of allure. "Your teammates are still next door, what if..."

He said that, but his hands...

"Hmm! Sister Liu~" Pei Yu'an's eyes welled up with tears.

"What's wrong?" Liu Yunshu hooked his chin, smiling innocently.

Just then, Pei Yu'an's phone rang.

He frowned in frustration and reached into his pocket, groping haphazardly.

When his fingertips touched the cold fuselage, he didn't forget to tighten his arms and press Liu Yunshu into his embrace, afraid that she would take the opportunity to escape.

The caller ID showed Zhao Lei. He took a deep breath to suppress the hoarseness in his throat and deliberately raised his voice as he pressed the answer button: "Feed?"

"Third brother! Have you been sitting in the toilet like a leech? It's been almost ten minutes! Come back right now!"

Zhao Lei's loud voice came through the receiver, clear even amidst the noise in the private room.

Pei Yu'an glanced at Liu Yunshu, who was in his arms with a half-smile. She was gently fiddling with a jig with her fingertips, which made his heart itch.

He gritted his teeth and quickly replied into the phone, "Okay, I'll be right back!"

After hanging up the phone, he slammed the screen shut.

He lowered his head and kissed Liu Yunshu's neck, his tone a mix of grievance and eager coquetry: "It's all their fault, they ruined my plans."

Liu Yunshu smiled and raised her hand to press down his unruly head, gently smoothing his sweaty short hair with her fingertips.

"Stop fooling around, let's go back quickly, or they'll notice something's up."

As she spoke, she stood up from his lap and smoothed the wrinkled collar of his jersey. "I'll wait for you to finish, okay?"

Pei Yu'an clung to her, refusing to move, and rubbed against her waist repeatedly.

Only when his phone vibrated again, sending a message from Zhao Lei urging him to stop, did he reluctantly let go.

Before leaving, he quickly pecked her lips again, his eyes sparkling as he reminded her, "Don't sneak away, I'll be right back!"

As he rushed back to the next private room, he was pulled away by Zhao Lei as soon as he opened the door.

"You're finally back! Why is your face so red? Were you secretly thinking about some girl in the bathroom?"

Zhao Lei made a funny face, and his teammates around him laughed along.

Pei Yu'an's ears burned, and he mumbled an excuse: "I drank too much water just now, and I feel a little stuffy."

He quickly picked up his teacup and took two gulps.

For the next few hours, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

My mind is filled with the image of Liu Yunshu in a red dress.

The lingering fragrance on the back of my neck, the smooth back my fingertips touched, and that unfinished feeling...

It played out in my mind again and again.

His eyes darted around, and he clutched his stomach, bending over with a pained expression on his face.

"Ouch... my stomach hurts, I need to go to the bathroom. You guys keep drinking, I'll be right back!"

Before anyone could react, he clutched his stomach and rushed out the door.

"This third son, does he have such a weak stomach?"

Zhao Lei watched his retreating figure disappear quickly, scratched his head, but didn't think much of it. He turned around and clinked glasses with his teammates again.

Pei Yu'an rushed back to the small room almost without touching the ground, his breathing becoming labored as he pushed open the door.

Liu Yunshu was sitting on the sofa looking at her phone, the warm light making the sheen of her red dress appear even softer.

She looked up at the noise and, seeing his flustered appearance, couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What, you all left?"

Pei Yu'an closed the door behind him and rushed to the sofa in a few steps.

He leaned down and pulled Liu Yunshu into his arms, his nose brushing against her cheek, his voice both urgent and aggrieved:

"It didn't break up. I pretended to have a stomachache and ran out because I couldn't wait any longer."

"!"

Liu Yunshu looked down at Pei Yu'an, who had a shameless look on his face, and her phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the sofa.

"You brat! Aren't you afraid...!!!"

Liu Yunshu's toes tensed instantly, her fingertips turned white, and a glint of tears flashed in her eyes.

Pei Yu'an was too busy to reply, his face serious...

After a while, he propped himself up on the sofa with both hands and looked down at Liu Yunshu, who was slightly out of breath.

He gently brushed away the stray hairs clinging to her cheek with his fingertips, his eyes filled with tenderness and contentment.

The boy's cheeks were still flushed, but his voice was a little steadyer than before, though still hoarse: "Sister Liu..."

Before Liu Yunshu could answer, he picked her up and moved to another position.

He gazed at her with deep eyes, his shoulders, waist, and hips forming a stunning and alluring curve.

He kissed her waist tenderly, and Liu Yunshu's breath hitched, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the tablecloth.

She turned her head and looked at him reproachfully, but there was no real anger in her eyes, only a softness tinged with affection.

"You little rascal, aren't you afraid your teammates might suddenly show up?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently pinched his tense shoulder with her fingertips, but the force was so light that it felt like a feather brushing against him, which only added to the intimacy.

Pei Yu'an threw his head back and laughed out loud. The vibration of his chest traveled through their skin, carrying the unique vitality of a young man.

He reached out and grasped her mischievous hand, lowered his head and gently kissed her knuckles, his tone carrying a hint of triumphant slyness:

"What's there to be afraid of? They're busy clinking glasses and bragging; they don't have time to care about me."

As he spoke, he pulled her towards him.

"Hmm!"

"Hmm!"

Liu Yunshu turned to the side, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked at him with a charming and alluring gaze. "Little Pei, you're getting bolder and bolder..."

Pei Yu'an let out a low, husky laugh, his fingertips gently caressing the skin on the back of her neck, and kissing the corners of her reddened eyes.

"It's all thanks to Sister Liu's excellent teaching."

His movements were full of youthful passion; he traced the outline of her lips and swallowed her breath.

The warm glow of the lamp enveloped their intertwined figures, making even the air feel scorching.

The tiramisu on the table had long been forgotten; only the sound of their heartbeats remained clearly audible.

After a while, Zhao Lei and Liu Hai's voices came from the doorway.

"Could the third brother really have an upset stomach? Why isn't he back yet!"

"Let's go check the restroom, just in case something serious has happened!"

Pei Yu'an abruptly stopped, let out a muffled groan, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.