Qu Jing's outfit was undeniably alluring. Whether it was her legs wrapped in sheer flesh-toned stockings or the slight exposure of her low-cut dress, the most captivating feature was her gaze, which never left Zhou Yuwen. The intensity in her eyes was so overwhelming that even Zhou Yuwen struggled to hold her stare without faltering.
Her legs, encased in stockings, subtly shifted and fidgeted on the passenger seat.
Zhou Yuwen, ever calm and composed, started the car and decided to lighten the atmosphere with a playful remark: "Isn't it cold wearing so little?"
The weather had grown chilly, and most people had already stopped showing their legs. Even with stockings on, the cold was unmistakable. Qu Jing lowered her head, and her voice, soft and tinged with nervousness, escaped her lips. It was instinctively coquettish, like the call of a cat in heat—delicate and trembling: "I... I was afraid you'd wait too long for , so I forgot to change."
Her tone was genuinely enchanting, the kind that made one's head spin.
This little minx could evoke the worst temptations in anyone!
Zhou Yuwen felt a surge of mischief well up within him, the predatory side of his nature stirred by Qu Jing’s deanor. Without much thought, he kept one hand on the wheel and casually rested the other on Qu Jing’s leg.
Smooth.
Her stockings had a fine, textured quality—cool to the touch yet irresistibly soft.
Zhou Yuwen maintained his composed facade, keeping his eyes on the road as if concentrating on driving, but his hand betrayed his calm deanor, giving her thigh a firm squeeze. "You really don’t have to rush. Look, you're freezing. Your legs are so cold."
As he spoke, he gently rubbed her leg as if to warm her up.
Qu Jing was deeply moved, so much so that she instinctively leaned her leg closer to him, surrendering it entirely to his touch. In a barely audible voice, she murmured, "Your hands... they're so warm."
"Is that so?" Zhou Yuwen chuckled softly, intrigued by her response.
He drove Qu Jing to an upscale steakhouse located outside the university district. The establishnt catered primarily to the affluent, with an average cost per person around 2,000 to 3,000 yuan. The ambiance was tailored to impress: immaculately dressed waiters, hostesses with trained smiles, and even a bearded violinist serenading diners.
From the outside, the steakhouse resembled a nondescript private club, its understated facade revealing nothing of the luxurious interior. Zhou Yuwen parked the car and led Qu Jing to the elevator that took them to the third floor.
As soon as they stepped out, a sharply dressed host approached them. "Good evening. Do you have a reservation?"
"No," Zhou Yuwen replied casually. "But I’d like to open an account here. Could you arrange a window seat for us?"
The ntion of opening an account—a clear indication of a wealthy custor—ensured that his lack of reservation wasn’t an issue. The host quickly nodded and ushered them inside.
The restaurant wasn’t particularly crowded, likely because it was a weekday. Each table was set apart to ensure privacy, and the plush leather chairs added to the European-inspired decor.
For Qu Jing, a third-year university student, this place was entirely new territory.
None of the boys who had pursued her in the past had ever taken her to such a place. At most, they would take her to hotpot restaurants or trendy cafes. The sight of the violinist and the foreign staff left her wide-eyed with wonder.
Zhou Yuwen snapped his fingers, bringing her back to reality.
Qu Jing blinked and realized Zhou Yuwen had already pulled out a chair for her. "What are you staring at? Co, have a seat."
"Oh, okay!" Qu Jing stamred, overwheld by his attention. She couldn’t fathom why he was treating her so kindly all of a sudden.
Once seated, a waiter handed them a nu. Qu Jing’s eyes widened as she flipped through it, puzzled by the poetic dish nas like "Love," "Snow," and "Stream."
Seeing her confusion, Zhou Yuwen ordered a song titled "Salut d'Amour" to play during their al.
Soon after, he began ordering food: steaks, salads, and drinks. He asked Qu Jing if she had any dietary restrictions, but she only mumbled, "Anything is fine."
Zhou Yuwen smiled. "Alright, leave it to
then."
Shortly after, the soft lody of "Salut d'Amour" began to fill the room. Zhou Yuwen looked at Qu Jing and asked, "How do you like the music?"
Qu Jing was still floating in a dreamy haze. "Ah, it’s... nice."
Her voice trailed off as she struggled to articulate her emotions.
She finally mustered the courage to ask, "Zhou Yuwen, why are you being so good to ?"
Zhou Yuwen chuckled lightly. "I feel like I might’ve gone too far before, and I hope you won’t take it to heart."
"I wanted to treat you to a good al to make up for it," he said.
Qu Jing’s cheeks flushed. "This is... too nice. This must’ve been expensive."
"Don’t worry about the cost. What matters is whether you like it," Zhou Yuwen replied.
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, with Zhou Yuwen subtly showcasing his worldly knowledge by discussing the restaurant’s history, the chef’s expertise, and the imported ingredients.
Qu Jing, utterly srized, listened intently as Zhou Yuwen effortlessly shifted from casual banter to business. He finally leaned in slightly and asked with a smile, "By the way, I heard Tao Tian has been rallying the girls from the art departnt to start sothing on their own. Is that true?"
Qu Jing froze for a mont before furrowing her brows. "That’s what she’s trying to do! Zhou Yuwen, I know I shouldn’t say this, but I really think Tao Tian is just—"
Her voice grew indignant. "Ungrateful and shaless!"
"Really?" Zhou Yuwen raised an eyebrow, surprised by her vehence.
"Yes!" Qu Jing exclaid, her voice quivering with emotion. "You treated her so well, and she repaid you by scheming behind your back! She’s just a regular arts departnt leader. How many people like her are out there? But how many like you exist? She should’ve been grateful to you instead of pulling these stunts!"
She grew increasingly worked up, eventually moving closer to Zhou Yuwen and clutching his arm. Kneeling beside his seat, her tear-filled eyes looked up at him. "Zhou Yuwen, please believe . I had nothing to do with their plans. I would never betray you. You’ve been so kind to us, and I’m forever grateful."
Zhou Yuwen gently stroked her hair, a small smile tugging at his lips as she gazed at him with utter devotion.
Their evening continued smoothly, the mood lightened by Qu Jing’s heartfelt declarations and Zhou Yuwen’s composed responses.
After their al, as they entered the elevator, Zhou Yuwen absentmindedly fumbled with so crisp ten-yuan notes, accidentally nicking his finger on the sharp edge.
Qu Jing gasped at the sight of his bleeding finger. "You’re hurt!" she cried, her voice tinged with panic.
"It’s nothing," Zhou Yuwen assured her.
"No, it’s not okay!" Qu Jing insisted, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Without hesitation, she leaned forward and took Zhou Yuwen’s finger into her mouth.
Her lips were incredibly soft, her tongue warm and gentle as she carefully licked the wound clean.
Like a devoted little puppy, she raised her eyes to et Zhou Yuwen’s, her gaze filled with concern and a hint of vulnerability.
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