Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

The black Mercedes drove smoothly along the tree-lined road around the campus. The light and shadow of the streetlights shone through the car windows, casting dappled patterns on the two people. The soft music inside the car became the most discreet background noise.

Cheng Zhe did not retract his hand; instead, he slowly increased the pressure, gently moving it up his thigh with an aggressive motion.

Wang Yurou's body tensed up, her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to shatter her ribs, and the screen of her phone was so hot from gripping it so tightly.

She didn't dare look at Cheng Zhe, her eyes fixed on the hem of her skirt above her knees, but she didn't reach out to push him away. Instead, she subconsciously brought her legs together slightly. That slight movement seemed more like a coy refusal, which only made Cheng Zhe's heart itch.

He lost his composure for a moment, and just as his fingertips were about to touch the edge of the lace, Wang Yurou finally couldn't help but let out a soft groan, her voice gentle and somewhat helpless.

Cheng Zhe suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had indeed gone too far. The girl looked innocent, but if he really scared her, it would be a loss.

He immediately withdrew his hand, his fingertips still warm from her touch, but his expression quickly changed to one of apology, his voice so gentle it could melt hearts: "I'm sorry, Yu Rou, I couldn't control myself. Did I scare you?"

The carriage fell silent instantly.

Wang Yurou lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under them. Her cheeks were still flushed, but she didn't say a word, neither nodding nor shaking her head, as quiet as if she had been wronged.

Cheng Zhe felt a little unsure of himself, keeping a close eye on her out of the corner of his eye, afraid that she was really angry, and was about to say some more sweet words to coax her.

But I noticed that her fingers were moving rapidly as she held the phone, the light from the screen reflecting in her eyes, which were full of undisguised joy, and there was not a trace of grievance on her face.

Taking advantage of her head-down movement, Wang Yurou quickly opened the "Soft and Gentle Sisters" group chat, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed, her breath trembling with excitement:

Sisters! I have to tell you! Cheng just... just touched my leg!

The moment the message was sent, the group chat exploded again:

【Holy crap?! Progress is that fast?!】

Chen Yu: [Seriously, Yu Rou? You didn't reject him? Isn't that too casual?]

Li Meng: [What are you rejecting! This kind of man should be held onto tightly!]

Chen Yu: [Tsk tsk tsk, this little slut is something! Is she going to take me down right away? Tell me the details!]

Looking at the messages in the group, Wang Yurou couldn't help but smile. Even the slight helplessness she felt just moments before vanished, replaced by a feeling of immense pride.

She replied quickly, her words brimming with boastfulness: "He's so gentle!"

Am I not charming enough?

Cheng Zhe listened to her joyful inner voice.

This little girl wasn't angry at all; she was clearly secretly showing off.

The joy in her eyes was direct and intense, without any concealment. That little bit of vanity, like a tender sprout breaking through the soil, grew wildly in her heart, and her own touch became the capital for her to show off.

Realizing this, Cheng Zhe's initial concerns vanished instantly, replaced by an even stronger desire for control and a playful spirit.

She wasn't actually averse to him; in fact, she was hoping he would take the initiative more.

The Mercedes slowly pulled up in front of the girls' dormitory. The light from the streetlamp fell directly on Wang Yurou's flushed cheeks. She was still looking down at her phone, a smile never fading from her lips. She didn't even notice that Cheng Zhe had stopped the car.

Cheng Zhe didn't remind her, but simply turned to the side, leaning forward slightly, trapping her between the seat and himself. His warm breath fell on her ear, mingling with his own scent: "Yu Rou, we're here."

Wang Yurou was startled and suddenly raised her head, her nose just touching his chin.

The warm touch made her cheeks blush even more, and she hurriedly tried to back away, but was blocked by the seat back, so she could only obediently stay in the circle he had created.

She hurriedly turned off her phone, clutching it tightly in her hand, her eyes darting away, avoiding his gaze, and whispered, "Oh...oh, I understand."

Looking at her flustered yet obedient appearance, Cheng Zhe felt his desire surge up again.

This time, he didn't try to test her anymore. Instead, he reached out and gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

His fingertips were warm, but the pressure was not strong.

"Are you still angry with me for what I just said?" The ambiguity in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Wang Yurou shook her head, her eyes still darting away, but she didn't struggle. She let him pinch her chin, and even her breathing became cautious.

She wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, she found the close contact incredibly exciting and began to imagine the envious looks from the other women in the group chat.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhe became even bolder.

He lowered his head, his nose gently brushing against hers, his warm breath falling softly on her lips, carrying a scent that intoxicated her.

"It's good that you're not angry." His voice was gentle, but his actions became increasingly bold, and his other hand reached out again, landing on her thigh.

This time, without the slightest hesitation, he applied more force than before, even lightly pinching her delicate skin.

Wang Yurou's body trembled slightly, but she still did not refuse. Instead, she subconsciously tilted her head slightly, as if welcoming his approach.

Her heart was pounding so hard she could barely hold onto her phone, but she was filled with joy and pride. He was definitely infatuated with her; otherwise, why would he be so intimate with her?

Cheng Zhe could clearly sense her compliance, and even perceive a hint of expectation in the stiffness of her body.

The amusement in his eyes deepened, and he tightened his grip on her chin, slowly bringing his lips closer to hers.

"Yu Rou," his voice was deep, "I think... I'm captivated by you."

Wang Yurou's cheeks were flushed red, her eyes filled with shyness and joy. Finally, she mustered up her courage and softly hummed in agreement.

She secretly glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head, already planning how she would brag to her girlfriends about her charm when she got back to the dorm.

Looking at her like this, Cheng Zhe's smile deepened.

He knew that this naive young girl was completely under his control.

He didn't kiss her immediately, but deliberately slowed down his movements, enjoying the feeling of controlling her. His fingertips continued to caress her thighs, feeling her delicate skin and subtle trembling, and the restlessness in his heart grew stronger.

"It's late," Cheng Zhe finally released his hand from her chin, but didn't take it off her thigh. His tone remained gentle. "Go upstairs. I'll pick you up for dinner tomorrow."

Wang Yurou nodded, quickly pushed his hand away, hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt, and practically fled into the car.

When she got off the bus, her cheeks were still flushed. She didn't dare to look back at Cheng Zhe. She just quickly said "Goodbye, Brother Cheng" and ran towards the girls' dormitory, her skirt swaying gently with her movements.

Cheng Zhe sat in the car, watching her disappearing figure quickly into the distance, a playful smile flashing in his eyes.

This little girl is becoming more and more to his liking.