He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Just as she was lost in her shy and silly daydreams, her phone suddenly vibrated slightly in her palm.

The screen lit up, and a familiar video call invitation popped up at the top—it was ZC.

The screen light dazzled her eyes, and almost instinctively, Sang Jiuning tapped the answer button instantly, her movements swift and without the slightest hesitation.

The screen lit up instantly, and the boy's handsome features filled the entire frame.

Wen Zhaoci must have just returned to his room. He was wearing loose black cotton loungewear with the collar slightly open, revealing a section of pale skin. His eyebrows and eyes still had their usual cold and gloomy look, but there was a trace of tenderness and affection for her hidden in his eyes.

He leaned lazily against the headboard, his voice low and gentle, carrying the languor of someone just relaxing: "Baby, what are you doing?"

The warm voice came through the receiver, soothing and tingling.

Sang Jiuning's mind was still stuck in the scene she had just been wildly imagining. Her thoughts hadn't even registered, and her mouth was faster than her brain. Without thinking, her soft, sweet voice blurted out, "I was thinking about your abs, whether they can really be used as slides."

The moment the words left his mouth, the bedroom fell into a deathly silence.

Sang Jiuning's pupils suddenly contracted, and she froze on the bed.

It’s over.

She's gone mad!

How could she dare to say out loud her most shameful fantasies!

Wen Zhaoci, on the other side of the screen, was slightly taken aback. Then, a faint smile flashed across his dark eyes, and his originally cool voice instantly took on a very subtle, husky, and magnetic quality that he himself didn't even notice, becoming deep and alluring: "Baby, so do you want to see?"

The blunt question hit her hard, and Sang Jiuning's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

She shook her head rapidly, her long eyelashes fluttering frantically like startled butterflies, her fingertips nervously gripping the sheets beside her pillow, her heart filled with a mixture of panic and shyness.

She usually scrolls through short videos and has seen countless close-ups of bloggers' figures, but how can those filtered images compare to Wen Zhaoci's all-natural, perfectly proportioned real-life appearance?

Let alone seeing it, just thinking about it makes her heart pound so hard it feels like it's going to burst out of her chest.

But her girlish modesty made her hold back, and she stammered in a soft voice, denying it against her will: "No... I don't want to."

Her three short words were hesitant, full of loopholes, and lacked even the most basic confidence, completely betraying her true thoughts.

Looking at the little girl's flushed face and stubborn demeanor, Wen Zhaoci's lips curved into a gentler, more indulgent smile, his tone forceful yet deliberately provocative: "No. Baby, you want to see."

Without giving Sang Jiuning any chance to refute, Wen Zhaoci raised her hand and calmly fixed the phone stand, adjusting it to a perfect angle.

The next second, he lightly tapped his fingertips and deftly unbuttoned the collar of his loungewear, his movements crisp and languid, without the slightest hesitation.

He deftly ripped off his loose black shirt and tossed it aside.

He put on Bluetooth headphones, leaned back lazily, his back against the soft headboard, revealing his smooth shoulders and back, and his cool, taut waist in the camera lens.

The phone was positioned perfectly, reflecting his perfect upper body clearly and in perfect detail.

Sang Jiuning was completely stunned.

She stared intently at the screen with her moist almond-shaped eyes, not daring to blink even once, for fear of missing the slightest detail.

The boy's physique perfectly embodies all aesthetic standards.

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, sharp and clean lines, and well-defined eight-pack abs that are neat, tight, and smooth, the cool white skin makes the muscle lines even clearer. It is an extremely pleasing and powerful perfect figure, neither exaggerated nor thin.

The imagined scenario in my mind was instantly crushed by the reality.

Sang Jiuning's obsession finally settled, and even surged stronger, her heart screaming: I want to touch it! I really want to reach out and touch it to see if it's hard!

She stared, mesmerized, and unconsciously pursed her lips slightly, her tongue lightly licking her pink lips. Her eyes were fixed on the view, completely absorbed.

This subtle yet incredibly alluring gesture was completely observed by Wen Zhaoci.

His dark pupils deepened slightly, the gentleness in his eyes fading and replaced by a rich darkness. A carefree, languid smile curved his lips, and his voice, husky and alluring, said, "Baby, if you like it that much, next time we meet, I'll let you touch it yourself."

The gentle yet seductive voice suddenly pulled Sang Jiuning back to her senses.

She snapped back to reality and instantly realized how out of control and how lecherous she had just been.

The heat in her cheeks instantly soared, spreading all the way down to her neck, and even her small earlobes turned a deep, almost bleeding red, incredibly hot.

She wished she could bury herself in a soft pillow on the spot, bury her head in the sand, and disappear from this world.

How embarrassing! So incredibly embarrassing!

But faced with Wen Zhaoci's direct and indulgent flirting, the girl's awkward reserve resurfaced. She buried half her face and whispered a reluctant refusal: "I don't like it... I won't touch it."

Looking at her contradictory expression, Wen Zhaoci murmured softly, the last syllable rising in a deliberately teasing and alluring tone: "Not going to touch?"

As he finished speaking, his long, slender fingers traced, intentionally or unintentionally, the lines of his well-defined abdominal muscles, a slow and alluring motion.

His gaze, fixed on the embarrassed girl through the screen, deepened with a knowing smile: "Looks like those abs can't go down a slide?"

Sang Jiuning's heart was pounding so hard she felt like it was going to explode, and she didn't dare to say a word.

The next second, Wen Zhaoci casually picked up the transparent water glass from the bedside table, tilted his fingertips, and a little clear warm water slowly dripped down the rim of the glass, sprinkling onto his firm abdominal muscles.

Tiny water droplets clung to her pale skin, slowly sliding down her smooth lines, instantly creating a captivating and unrestrainedly sexy atmosphere.

His eyes were deep, and his voice was languid and seductive: "It's okay, you can't go down the slide, but you can paddle. Baby, do you see? You really can paddle."

Sang Jiuning: "..."

She lost all speech; only one sentence kept looping in her mind.

Wen Zhaoci is a male demon!!

She's a total seductive vixen, and I came here specifically to tame her!

Her composure was utterly shattered before him, completely crumbling.

If she continued watching, she really didn't know what extremely embarrassing things she might accidentally say, and she was even more afraid that she would lose her composure on the spot.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest. Sang Jiuning didn't dare look for another second. She frantically reached out and snapped the video call shut.

The screen went black instantly.

The room fell completely silent, but her heart was still pounding wildly. She curled up on the bed, clutching her pillow and frantically covering her face, her heart filled with anguish.

Help!

This peerless celestial being is handsome, has an amazing physique, and is incredibly charming. He happens to be the male lead, but she's not the female lead, and she can't have him!

So torturous!