A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

The Maybach's cabin is smooth and luxurious, with excellent sound insulation.

The noise of traffic and the hustle and bustle of the street outside were completely shut out, leaving only a quiet and subtle atmosphere inside the car, slowly enveloping the two of them.

The soft, genuine leather seats have a delicate touch and a subtle, luxurious fragrance, instantly creating a sophisticated ambiance.

But Chu Cihan, sitting in the back of the passenger seat, was seething with anger and had no desire to enjoy himself at all.

She turned her delicate face to the side, her bright almond-shaped eyes fixed on Shen Ye, who was leaning against the chair beside her, half-closing his eyes and dozing off.

This private face is infuriating to look at.

She clenched her fair little hands, and several times she couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch Shen Ye's overly delicate face hard.

This guy has never even touched a piano before.

Today was the first time, but what was the result?

In just one day, his progress completely overturned Chu Cihan's understanding!

Although in some details and emotional nuances of playing, I am not yet as good as I have been practicing piano diligently since I was a child.

But for a complete novice, such terrifying learning talent and speed of mastery are truly astonishing!

Chu Cihan has seen many geniuses in his life, but he has never seen one so outrageous.

An outrageous thought even popped into her head—

Pry open Shen Ye's head and see what's inside!

Lost in her frustration, the girl's gaze drifted downwards, finally settling on Shen Ye's left hand casually resting on his knee.

Tall and straight, with distinct joints, clean and crisp lines, without a trace of excess fat, fair and translucent skin, even the curve of the fingertips is just right.

It was this pair of perfect hands that made her question the meaning of life.

It's the same practice, the same fingering exercises.

Why is Shen Ye's hand speed, finger coordination, and fingertip control so perfect and flawless?!

Looking at the feel he had painstakingly honed over many years, it seemed to become insignificant in the face of his innate talent.

Chu Cihan looked down at her slender and delicate fingers.

For some reason, a strong sense of frustration welled up in her heart, and her lips unconsciously pursed.

"Hey, Shen Ye!"

Chu Cihan turned his head away, his tone clearly showing dissatisfaction, deliberately interrupting his nap.

"Um?"

Shen Ye suddenly opened his sleepy eyes, which were still veiled with a faint sense of confusion and drowsiness.

He glanced blankly around the quiet carriage, then looked out the window and asked absentmindedly, "Are we home yet?"

Seeing this, Chu Ci felt a chill run down his spine.

"All you ever do is go home! You really don't want to be with me?!"

"Big sister, don't you know what time it is? If we don't go back soon, my family will be coming to find me." Shen Ye pointed to the sunset outside the window.

He was really exhausted today.

After spending time with Chu Cihan practicing piano in the room, repeatedly working out fingerings and familiarizing herself with the score, she was both mentally and physically exhausted. She leaned back in her chair and fell asleep without realizing it.

"Give them a call and tell them you're staying at a friend's house."

Chu Cihan blurted it out without even thinking.

"But I didn't bring any spare clothes."

"I'll buy it for you!"

"I'm not a good sleeper; I can't sleep in other people's houses."

"I'll have someone bring your bed over!"

"I......"

Chu Cihan suddenly stretched out her fair little hand and covered his mouth.

The girl's eyes were filled with indignation. She bit her pink lips and said through gritted teeth, "Enough!"

"You just don't want to be with me!"

A warm, soft little hand touched her lips, carrying a faint, sweet, youthful fragrance.

"Waaah—waaah—" Shen Ye pulled away the small hand covering her lips, her tone helpless: "I'm only thinking of you. I have school the day after tomorrow. If I really stay at your house, you'll definitely take me everywhere to play tomorrow. What will I do about my studies then?"

Shen Ye paused, then adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor: "I don't want you to get scolded by the teacher because your grades have dropped."

"hehe......"

Chu Cihan looked at Shen Ye as if he were a fool.

"My family owns the school."

???

Shen Ye was stunned.

Why didn't you say so earlier!

No wonder we used to eat together in class, and the teacher would scold me instead of you!

"never mind."

Chu Cihan suddenly sighed softly.

"If you want to go back, then you can go back."

Upon hearing this, Shen Ye was immediately filled with doubt.

Not right.

Something's really wrong.

Given Chu Cihan's clingy and domineering personality, how could she possibly let him off so easily?

Their attitude today is far too accommodating.

Shen Ye was secretly on guard, feeling that this little girl was definitely up to no good.

as predicted.

The next second, a sly smile flashed in Chu Cihan's eyes, and he abruptly changed the subject.

"However, you can leave if you want."

You must grant me one request.

Shen Ye's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to ask, "What are the conditions?"

"From now on, you must make time for me every weekend to play with me and help me practice the piano, and be available whenever I call!"

Shen Ye wanted to refuse immediately.

Just kidding, my time is so precious, where would I find the time to spend with you?

He was about to speak and politely decline.

Chu Cihan seemed to have anticipated his thoughts, his eyes narrowing with a strong sense of threat.

"If you dare to refuse."

"I'll have the driver turn around right now. You have to come home with me tonight."

hiss--

Shen Ye gasped.

What a vicious scheme!

"Sigh, fine." Shen Ye had no choice but to agree now.

If I don't go back tonight, I can't imagine what Lin Chunuan will do.

"Hmph, that's more like it."

Upon receiving a satisfactory reply, Chu Cihan's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he gave a haughty hum.

Immediately afterwards, she raised her chin and gently commanded Shen Ye, "Take your hand over."

"what?"

"Just take it when I tell you to, stop with the nonsense."

Chu Cihan's domineering and arrogant demeanor made it impossible for anyone to refuse him.

Shen Ye gave in and obediently extended his left hand.

Chu Cihan's gaze fell directly on the hand that was so close to his, and a strong and obsessive desire flashed across his dark eyes.

It's really beautiful.

Slender, clean, and warm.

Just looking at it makes it impossible to look away.

She carefully extended her slender fingers and gently covered Shen Ye's palm, playing with it little by little.

My fingertips gently traced the lines on my palm, gliding across my slender knuckles, the touch warm and delicate.

Shen Ye let her do as she pleased, feeling a slight, tingling, itchy sensation on his fingertips.

He silently complained to himself.

Could Chu Cihan be a hardcore hand fetishist?

Why do I get so addicted to playing with my hands?

At this moment, Chu Cihan was already immersed in this unique tactile sensation, unable to look away.

At first, she only gently played with and caressed it.

The more I touched it, the more I liked it, and the stronger my longing became. I was no longer satisfied with just holding it in my hand and touching it.

Looking at the slender index finger so close to her eyes, the light in the girl's eyes gradually became intense.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Shen Ye immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Seeing his index finger getting closer and closer to Chu Cihan's soft, pink lips, he quickly spoke up to stop him.

This time, however, Chu Cihan seemed completely deaf to the outside world and ignored his reminders.

Her pink lips parted slightly, carrying a warm breath, and gently took Shen Ye's index fingertip into her mouth.

In an instant, an extremely soft, warm, and moist sensation swept over my entire body.

The delicate, soft lips enveloped my fingertips, smooth and gentle, carrying the sweet warmth unique to a young girl.

Shen Ye's body suddenly stiffened, as if a faint electric current had passed through him, causing a dense, tingling sensation.

Before he could even react to the intense sensation,

A gentle yet distinct sucking sensation suddenly came from her lips.

At the same time, the soft, delicate tip of his tongue gently curled, and the exquisite touch precisely swept across his fingertips.

The ambiguous and alluring atmosphere instantly exploded in the enclosed back seat of the Maybach.

Shen Ye's pupils contracted slightly, and his blood seemed to boil at that moment.