Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

Time flies

At 7 p.m., Su Yifeng and Peng Yuanyuan had dinner at a stylish Western restaurant near the company.

Throughout the meal, Peng Yuanyuan appeared both nervous and excited, her face flushed. She would occasionally steal glances at Su Yifeng, trying to find topics to chat about and build a closer relationship.

Su Yifeng remained as composed as ever, occasionally teasing her and finding her embarrassed appearance quite amusing.

After finishing their meal, the two walked side by side to the parking lot. The night breeze carried a slight chill, dispelling the heat from Peng Yuanyuan's face.

When Peng Yuanyuan saw that Su Yifeng was driving an ordinary-looking Volkswagen SUV today, she was stunned. She thought Su Yifeng would always drive that Mercedes-AMG.

Su Yifeng opened the passenger door and casually explained, "The back seat is a bit more spacious in this car today."

"Is there a lot of space in the back?"

Peng Yuanyuan subconsciously repeated the sentence, then as if she had thought of something, her face flushed red again, and her heart started pounding uncontrollably.

What...what does he mean? Could it be...?

She sat in the car, feeling dizzy, and felt the air inside the car become thin and ambiguous.

Su Yifeng got into the driver's seat but didn't start the car immediately. Instead, he turned his head to look at Peng Yuanyuan, who was nervously twisting her fingers together.

The dim lighting inside the car outlined her full profile and the slight rise and fall of her chest due to nervousness; the striking curves were even more noticeable under the seatbelt.

"Senior sister," Su Yifeng said, his voice sounding particularly deep in the enclosed carriage.

"Huh? Hmm?" Peng Yuanyuan suddenly came to her senses and looked at him like a startled fawn.

Su Yifeng leaned slightly closer to her, his gaze falling on her luscious lips, his intentions undisguised.

Peng Yuanyuan's heart rate soared to its peak, and her mind went completely blank.

Is he going to kiss me? Is it finally... finally coming?

Peng Yuanyuan nervously closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with anticipation. Her hands, resting on her lap, gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, and she leaned forward slightly, looking as if she could have anything she wanted.

However, the kiss that was expected did not land on the lips.

Su Yifeng stopped just centimeters from her lips, and he could clearly feel her hot and rapid breath on his face.

He chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in his voice: "Senior, so nervous? Haven't you been wanting to woo me for a while now?"

Peng Yuanyuan suddenly opened her eyes, meeting his playful, smiling gaze so close to hers. Overwhelmed with shame, she stammered, "I...I didn't..."

"No?" Su Yifeng raised an eyebrow, his fingers gently tracing her burning cheek.

"Then why did you invite me to dinner? Why did you give me a pen? Why... are you closing your eyes now?"

"I...I..." Peng Yuanyuan was speechless after his question. She felt that all her thoughts had been seen through, and she was so ashamed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Seeing her extremely embarrassed and adorable appearance, Su Yifeng stopped teasing her and decided to directly collect the "reward".

His gaze shifted downwards, giving her legs a meaningful look as they were pressed together in nervousness, before he slowly began to unbuckle his belt.

A soft "click" sounded particularly clear in the quiet carriage.

Peng Yuanyuan's pupils contracted, and her body instantly froze. He...he's going to be here?! In the car?!

Although she was indeed prepared to give herself up, especially after chatting with her best friend Wan Bingyan these past few days.

Only then did I realize how rare a man like Su Yifeng is...

But this...this is too fast, too sudden! And it happened in a parking lot!

"President Su... Su Yifeng... no... not here..." Her voice was trembling with tears and panic. She instinctively pressed her legs together and protected her chest with her hands.

Seeing her reaction, Su Yifeng paused for a moment: "What? You don't want to?"

"No...it's not that I don't want to..." Peng Yuanyuan was on the verge of tears, her cheeks flushed red, her voice barely audible, filled with immense shame: "It's...it's...my period..."

Su Yifeng: "..."

I am!

He stopped completely, looking at Peng Yuanyuan's embarrassed and anxious expression, which seemed genuine.

A nameless anger suddenly surged up, but there was nowhere to vent it.

Damn it... Lin Wanqing too, and Peng Yuanyuan too! Did these two cousins ​​plan this?! Did their aunts both come together?!

Seeing Su Yifeng's face darken instantly, Peng Yuanyuan was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe, and she even felt a little guilty.

Oh no... He's angry... He must think I'm playing him... Will he hate me because of this? Will he fire me?

Feeling wronged, Peng Yuanyuan's eyes welled up with tears.

However, at that moment, Su Yifeng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his anger.

He sat up straight again, fastened his belt, and looked at Peng Yuanyuan's tearful face, then at her tightly pressed legs and her hands resting on them in nervousness.

Suddenly, a wicked smile crept across his lips as he came up with an idea.

If I can't eat meat, can't I at least drink some soup?

He reached out and gently took Peng Yuanyuan's hand.

Peng Yuanyuan trembled and looked at him in confusion.

Su Yifeng guided her hand slowly downwards, his voice low and seductive:

"Since it's inconvenient upstairs... how about I teach you some other ways to express 'thank you'?"

Peng Yuanyuan instantly understood what he meant, her face flushed red, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back: "No...don't...I...I won't..."

"If you don't know how, you can learn."

Su Yifeng held her hand firmly, not letting her back down: "I am a very good teacher."

"Ah..." Peng Yuanyuan buried her face in her chest again in embarrassment.

"Senior, don't you like me?" Su Yifeng directly used moral blackmail.

"No... I like it!" Peng Yuanyuan looked up at him, a hint of determination in her eyes.

"Does the senior like to eat roujiamo (Chinese sausage)?"

"Of course I like it..."

"If you like it, I'll make it for you right now."

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