After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

Zhu Xun Chuan's large hand slipped under the hem of the silk nightgown.

It feels incredibly smooth and delicate to the touch, and the skin travels upwards along the curve of the thigh.

Fu Xinghe's breathing became extremely rapid, her chest heaving violently, and her moon-white silk nightgown completely fell apart. She went limp and collapsed onto the messy pile of Xuan paper.

Just as Zhu Xunchuan was about to break through the last line of defense and push this night visit to its extreme.

Fu Xinghe pressed down hard on Zhu Xunchuan's hand, which was hovering on the edge of danger.

"Xun Chuan. Stop." Fu Xinghe gasped, his voice soft yet filled with an extremely clear and firm resolve.

Zhu Xun Chuan paused, looked up, and gazed at her with burning eyes.

"I'm seven years older than you." Fu Xinghe reached out and stroked Zhu Xunchuan's angular face, his eyes full of affection, yet retaining his last line of defense. "Being older means having rules. I don't care how many casual relationships you have outside, or how much that female celebrity and that girl from the military region cling to you."

She paused, her tone revealing an extremely strong sense of family background and self-respect stemming from her high-ranking official family.

"But Fu Xinghe's first time must be saved for our wedding night. Only her legal husband can open that door."

Extreme self-esteem and self-love. At the same time, it is also an extremely sophisticated psychological manipulation.

Having witnessed countless wealthy young women throwing themselves at him, Fu Xinghe's unwavering principles and prioritizing spiritual bonds over physical intimacy struck Zhu Xunchuan like a nail, driving him firmly into his heart.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at her for three seconds, a smile playing on his lips.

He slowly withdrew his hand and meticulously straightened Fu Xinghe's disheveled silk robe, covering that alluring warmth and softness once again.

"Okay. I respect Professor Fu's rules." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned down and planted a kiss on her smooth forehead, then pulled her into his arms.

Although they didn't cross the final line, this physical confrontation and mental push-and-pull made their bond even deeper and more profound than the letters they exchanged across the screen when they were sixteen. Zhu Xun Chuan is no saint; he won't wait until that day comes. He will slowly infiltrate their relationship.

Fu Xinghe leaned against Zhu Xunchuan's firm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and a victorious smile appeared on his lips.

"The freshman welcome party next Friday." Fu Xinghe casually traced circles on Zhu Xunchuan's chest with his finger. "The board of directors invited me to attend as a special judge. I heard that your close female friends, some sponsoring, some performing, will all be there?"

Zhu Xun Chuan's nerves, which had just calmed down, tensed up again instantly. A chill ran down his spine.

"Professor Fu will be there too?" Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled twice.

"Of course I'll go." Fu Xinghe closed his eyes, his voice extremely soft, yet full of murderous intent. "I have to go and see for myself whether this year's freshmen are worthy of your magnificent article."

A night of tenderness.

The next morning.

Zhu Xunchuan was still catching up on sleep in Fu Xinghe's apartment when his phone, which was next to his pillow, started vibrating incessantly.

Caller ID: Gu Qinghan.

Zhu Xun Chuan picked up his phone, pressed the answer button, and deliberately lowered his voice so as not to wake Fu Xinghe who was next to him: "Hello, counselor."

On the other end of the phone, Gu Qinghan's voice returned to its usual cold and stern tone, completely devoid of the complex emotions he had expressed at his desk yesterday afternoon.

"Zhu Xunchuan, where are you right now?" Gu Qinghan spoke rapidly. "Come backstage at the auditorium immediately! The welcome party is having its first dress rehearsal tonight. As the freshman representative and stage manager assistant, you must be there to coordinate!"

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Backstage at Kyoto University Auditorium.

The lights flashed and the crowd roared. Stagehands carried props back and forth, while the sound engineer adjusted the equipment; the scene was an extremely noisy and chaotic spectacle.

Zhu Xun Chuan, dressed in a white shirt and slim-fit trousers, stood in the shadows at the backstage entrance, his eyes quickly scanning the entire room.

The first dress rehearsal for the welcome party was held. Su Mucheng was the special guest to open the show, Shen Tianxi was the military region representative for the piano solo, and Gu Qinghan was in charge of supervising the event.

These three women were currently under the same roof, no more than fifty meters apart. This was no rehearsal; it was a live volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

Zhu Xunchuan decisively brought up the system panel.

"Deduct 1,000 worship points to exchange for [Holographic Scene Perception]."

A three-dimensional perspective view of the entire backstage area of ​​the auditorium instantly appeared in his mind. Three flashing red dots clearly marked the target locations: Shen Tianxi in the left-hand preparation passage number three; Su Mucheng in the right-hand VIP dressing room number two; and Gu Qinghan at the supervisor's table directly in front of the stage.

Zhu Xun Chuan straightened his collar, took long strides, and walked directly to the left.

The No. 3 preparation passageway was extremely narrow and dark.

Shen Tianxi was standing in the corner memorizing music. Today, she was wearing a pure white strapless evening gown. The skirt trailed on the ground, giving her an ethereal look.

But the extremely tight waist design squeezed her ridiculously impressive assets to the point that they were almost bursting out, and large expanses of fair skin gleamed alluringly in the dim light.

"Brother Chuan!"

Hearing footsteps, Shen Tianxi looked up, her peach blossom eyes lighting up instantly, and she lifted her skirt and pounced over.

Zhu Xun Chuan took the opportunity to reach out and embrace her slender, boneless waist, then turned her around and pinned her against the cold wall.

Without a word, Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head and captured those two delicate red lips, kissing them deeply and domineeringly.

Shen Tianxi let out a sweet, nasal sound and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck in a passionate response.

It took Zhu Xun Chuan a full minute to release her.

"Your fingers are so soft when you play the piano, save them for me to try something else tonight." Zhu Xun Chuan pinched her flushed cheeks, his voice deep and languid.

Shen Tianxi's face turned bright red, her watery eyes filled with affection. She nodded obediently, "Okay. I'll come find you after I finish playing."

After calming everyone down, Zhu Xun Chuan turned and left, walking directly through the chaotic crowd and pushing open the door to VIP dressing room number two on the right.

Inside the dressing room, Su Mucheng had already changed into her stage outfit for tonight's performance. It was a silver sequined mini-skirt, and her two straight, slender legs were encased in shimmering, sheer black stockings.

Upon seeing Zhu Xunchuan enter, Su Mucheng immediately turned to her assistant, Sister Song, who was tidying her clothes, and ordered, "You go out first and close the door. No one is allowed to come in for the next five minutes."

Sister Song, being extremely tactful, slipped out and closed the door with a "click".

"Why are you so late!" Su Mucheng jumped up from the dressing chair, straddling Zhu Xunchuan's lap in her silver high heels.

"Going crazy in broad daylight? There are people everywhere outside." Zhu Xun Chuan cupped her pert curves with one hand.

"I'm about to go crazy." Su Mucheng cupped his face in her hands, her eyes filled with the clinginess and madness of a top female star in private.

She suddenly lowered her head, deliberately parted Zhu Xun Chuan's lips, and bit down below his collarbone, leaving a bright and glaring lipstick mark on the lower part of Zhu Xun Chuan's snow-white shirt collar.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't push her away, letting her assert her dominance. He reached out and pinched her black stockings hard: "Is this all the top star dares to do? Only dare to print on shirts?"

Su Mucheng cried out in pain, her eyes sparkling: "When we get back to the hotel tonight, I'll cover you in my own juices."