All the goddesses in the world are lusting after my body.

If she takes one more step, she will embark on the same path as Shixue.

Take a step back...

"Sister Qiu, thank you so much for lunch today. I should be leaving now."

At the restaurant entrance, Jiang Tang bid farewell to Qiu Lengyan, interrupting her distant thoughts.

He carried in his hands a meal in an exquisitely packaged box, all of which were delicacies he wanted to bring to Shixue to taste.

Aside from their high price, these dishes are almost entirely good.

Some of them are truly a delight to the palate, as if repairing the taste buds of Jiang Tang, which have gradually become dulled by the mundane daily meals.

But Qiu Lengyan suddenly took his other hand.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" she suddenly said, her tone gentle, like willow catkins swaying in the March wind.

"...Huh?" Jiang Tang was a little confused.

Whether it was her attempt to keep him or her sudden taking his hand.

Wait a minute, as a celebrity, are you really okay with this happening in public?

Sister Autumn, is it autumn cold smoke?

Oh no, this woman seems a bit too forward.

The key issue is that Jiang Tang doesn't really trust his own self-control.

He was led away by the woman, his gaze falling on her slender, fair legs, which would have looked even better if she had been wearing black stockings.

……

Ten minutes later, in another high-end clothing store in the same mall.

Its English name is too complicated; Jiang Tang has never even heard of it.

Because the customization process takes too long, Qiu Lengyan's mood might not be able to support her waiting for so long in place of Jiang Tang.

She just suddenly had the idea to buy Jiang Tang a set of clothes that fit him well and were formal, so she brought him here.

A well-dressed and elegant waiter approached the two of them. He seemed to freeze in place when he saw Qiu Lengyan's uniquely charming eyes.

Jiang Tang ignored the flattery that followed, but he could clearly sense the sarcasm in the waiter's later words.

He longed to serve Qiu Lengyan, this elegant and noble lady, rather than Jiang Tang, this poor student who didn't seem like someone who could even set foot in this world.

Qiu Lengyan assumed that Jiang Tang would react somewhat to others' flattery.

To her disappointment, Jiang Tang remained silent throughout, and began to appreciate the workmanship and quality of the clothing.

Qiu Lengyan felt depressed again. She told the waiter to leave and called over the store's designer to help Jiang Tang choose a suit.

"You'll always have formal events where you'll need to use it."

"And your first suit was bought by me."

"Does this have any special meaning?" Jiang Tang was actually slightly moved.

"Hmm, who knows? Maybe it can be seen as the transformation from boy to man. I made you a man." Qiu Lengyan took a step closer to Jiang Tang without making a sound, the implication in her words making one blush.

The latter could smell the violet-like fragrance emanating from her.

It's somewhat dangerous, but also somewhat exciting.

"Sister Qiu, please have some self-respect."

"Hmph, what are you pretending for?"

Qiu Lengyan said this, but she could actually see that Jiang Tang's breathing quickened, which secretly made her happy.

But in an instant, she began to feel confused.

Why am I happy... just because I made Jiang Tang's heart flutter for a moment?

Where has your confidence and arrogance gone, Qiu Lengyan...?

To be honest, before going to the appointment, Qiu Lengyan's plan was to make Jiang Tang fall head over heels for her.

As for now... she even wanted to ask Jiang Tang if he ate pomegranates. If he did, she might be able to peel them for him.

048 You are no longer out of reach

Inside the fitting room, Jiang Tang asked Qiu Lengyan outside to calm down, as he was taking the final step of trying on the clothes.

This is exactly the question I asked Qiu Lengyan before: Do you know how to tie a tie?

The kind of thing you do for men.

Jiang Tang himself could tie a Windsor knot, but he was more used to having a young girl standing meekly in front of him, her breath almost touching his, her embrace almost touching him.

Just as he was lost in his daydreams, the fitting room door was suddenly pushed open, which startled Jiang Tang.

Although he didn't scream, he did look at the uninvited guest in front of him with a blank expression.

Apart from Qiu Lengyan, there will be no one else.

She didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with her behavior, and just as she quietly closed the door from the inside out, she muttered a complaint.

"So slow..."

"No matter how slow you are, that's no excuse for barging into the men's fitting room."

"The fitting room isn't separated by gender. It's not like I'm taking advantage of you. You're the one wasting my time."

"Anyway... you're the kind of picky young master who's not exactly lazy and clueless about farming, but you still need someone to serve you."

"So, you came here to serve me?"

Jiang Tang chuckled dryly and untied his tie, which he had just tied incorrectly.

Qiu Lengyan took the elegant mantle, one long and one short, from under his collar as if it were perfectly natural.

"I already told you, I was just worried that you would waste my time."

The autumn chill and the faint smoke seemed to whisper.

If only her words and her actions could be consistent.

Because of their ambiguous position, Qiu Lengyan gripped Jiang Tang's tie tightly, forcing him to move closer to her.

The fitting room is a small, semi-enclosed space where you can be alone. In it, all your thoughts and feelings are amplified, and your heartbeat becomes even more intense.

Jiang Tang could feel Qiu Lengyan trembling as she tied the Windsor knot for him; her face was flushed and her lips were pale.

She bit her bright red lower lip, her lips turning white from the sudden loss of blood.

The tender skin peeking out from her chest, the view without the dark mask, she could enjoy all to herself—just thinking about it was enough to fill her with a feeling of "pleasure."

"It's tied! Look, I know how to tie a tie."

"Also, you're standing... a little too close."

Qiu Lengyan's back was almost pressed against the closed door of the fitting room.

Moreover, there was no resistance in her tone. Even she herself knew that Jiang Tang was able to get so close almost entirely because of her.

In other words, the person who created this ambiguous situation is actually herself.

Her hair was a little messy, and Jiang Tang subconsciously reached out to tidy it up for her. Qiu Lengyan thought he was going to touch her face, so she closed her eyes shyly, her chest heaving.

Looking from the outside in, if that person were to crouch down in a lewd manner, trying to peek through the gaps into the room...

He might see two pairs of feet side by side, a woman in high heels being blocked at the door, and another boy facing her. What the two were doing in the fitting room was something no one else could know.

"..."

Jiang Tang felt that since Qiu Lengyan had already closed her eyes, it would be a missed opportunity not to pinch her cheeks.

So he followed the voice of his heart and gently touched and kneaded it.

"Is it fun?"

The sound of autumn cold smoke carries the chill of autumn water about to freeze.

"Not bad, after all, she's a superstar who's as noble as a fairy."

Since Jiang Tang didn't bring it up, Qiu Lengyan almost forgot about this identity of hers.

She only saw herself as an ordinary woman who needed love.

Being by Jiang Tang's side made her a woman.

Jiang Tang was neither her fan nor the object of her affections.

This was the first time Qiu Lengyan had met a boy like this, and she was almost at a loss as to how to get along with him.

Sometimes, theories that sound like fantasies conjured up by authors who have never been in love are actually true.

Idols who are pampered will not fall in love with their fans or their admirers. On the contrary, they will care about men who are just as humble and witty as they are in front of them.

It doesn't matter if the other person's aura is slightly less imposing. Sweet idols have a need to act cute, and aloof idols have a need to let down their guard and put on their masks.

But probably very few people have the opportunity to meet their idol like Jiang Tang and remain calm and composed.

"A celebrity treats you to lunch, buys you clothes, and even ties your tie in the fitting room... What, you're complaining after getting all that benefits?"

"You don't need to treat me like this."

"I'd like to," Qiu Lengyan said stubbornly.

But when you kiss it? It should still be soft, right?

"I already told you, no, don't come any closer." Qiu Lengyan suddenly seemed flustered.

Perhaps it was the cramped space in the fitting room that increased her sense of crisis.

This made her realize that, setting aside those empty titles and identities, in front of Jiang Tang, she was indeed just a woman.

She is a woman who can be weak and overwhelmed by him.

He was very tall and had a strong physique. When I tied his tie, I touched his chest, intentionally or unintentionally.

For a fleeting moment, the thought of "wanting to bury myself in it" made Qiu Lengyan's mind race with anxiety.

Even though Jiang Tang remained completely still and allowed himself to be controlled, he still exuded an irresistible charm at all times.