Intrigued by the unfolding events, Zhang Wei sought to divert Wu Xue's attention by inquiring about the reason behind Lin Ruoxi's icy deanor.
Montarily hesitant, Wu Xue found herself torn between honoring the secrecy of her best friend's trust and succumbing to the onslaught of Zhang Wei's predatory advances.
With his hands hovering dangerously close to her bra, threatening to consu her entirely, she made the decision to recount the intricate history of Lin Ruoxi.
Lin Ruoxi had spent most of her life living alone with her grandmother, her parents having tragically perished in an accident before she even had the chance to form lasting mories of them.
Consequently, she had no recollection of their existence.
"While she had always maintained a chilly and distant deanor towards outsiders, excluding her grandmother, it wasn't as extre as it is now. I recall her sharing a particular incident with , one that I believe has contributed to her current state," Wu Xue spoke, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions as she attempted to restrain Zhang Wei's hand from slipping under her vibrant yellow top.
However, her efforts proved fruitless as he effortlessly breached her defenses, his hand resting close to her bra.
Curiosity sparked within Zhang Wei as he pondered, 'What color is it?' With a mischievous tug on her top, he sought to catch a glimpse, remarking shalessly, 'Purple? How peculiar,' all the while disregarding Wu Xue's stunned silence.
"Why are you remaining silent? Please, continue," Zhang Wei urged, noting Wu Xue's sudden lack of words.
With every fiber of her being, Wu Xue fought the urge to puml him with her small fists.
Yet, before she could make her move, he began to caress her thighs, compelling her to speak hurriedly.
"... Back in high school, Lin Ruoxi experienced a relationship with a young man, but unbeknownst to her, it was nothing more than a malicious sche orchestrated by individuals who deed her arrogance in need of correction."
"This boy had made a bet with his friends to teach her a lesson, masquerading as her boyfriend. Then, on her eighteenth birthday, he heartlessly dumped her in front of countless onlookers. Not content with that cruelty alone, he arrived with her future fiancé, publicly declaring that no one would ever desire a woman like her, whose worth was rely skin-deep," Wu Xue recounted with a tint of bitterness.
Although not an eyewitness to the event, the lingering impact it had on Lin Ruoxi was incomprehensible to Wu Xue.
Wu Xue and Lin Ruoxi had crossed paths during their school days, all the way from elentary to middle school.
However, their relationship had always been distant, more like passing ships in the night. It was evident that their family backgrounds were poles apart.
Then ca the turning point in their lives, when Wu Xue unexpectedly packed her bags and ventured abroad, leaving behind the familiarities of their hotown.
Lin Ruoxi, on the other hand, decided to stay put, completing her high school education before embarking on a journey to university.
Fate had a peculiar way of working, as Wu Xue and Lin Ruoxi found themselves reunited once again in this new chapter of their lives.
Listening intently to Lin Ruoxi's story, Zhang Wei couldn't help but feel a pang of understanding.
He realized the whole picture - the loner girl, isolated from those around her, and tragically becoming an easy target for relentless bullying due to her unique personality.
It was a vicious cycle that only led to more isolation, an invisible prison no one deserved to be trapped in.
As Zhang Wei pondered this, he couldn't help but hold a slight disdain for Lin Ruoxi's actions.
To him, she was an idiot.
He himself was not the most sociable person, not particularly fond of most individuals, but he had learned the art of handling people in two ways: either befriend them or make them your enemy.
Zhang Wei had always chosen the forr approach, whether it was during his ti in university or back in school.
His innate ability to navigate social situations allowed him to avoid direct enemies.
It was experiences like these that illustrated the importance of emotional intelligence, a skill that should be compulsorily taught to all.
While he reflected upon the situation, Zhang Wei ca to the realization that emotional intelligence cannot be taught, but rather it is sothing that must be cultivated and developed over ti.
It dawned on him that this very notion is why society today is witnessing the unfortunate prevalence of children trapped in the bodies of adults.
Wu Xue jolted in surprise as Zhang Wei's finger playfully danced over her sensitive nipple, unexpectedly slipping past her bra.
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A surge of heat spread through her veins, making her skin tingle with a mix of pleasure and apprehension.
Stamring, she mustered the courage to object. "L-let's stop here," she managed to utter, her voice shaky as she struggled to rise from the chair.
But Zhang Wei's vice-like grip rendered her powerless, keeping her firmly rooted in the spot, unable to take even a single step.
With an air of command, Zhang Wei abruptly interrupted her plea. "Let's move to the room," he proposed, his eyes glancing towards a concealed chamber in their left, its secret allure whispering promises of privacy and secrecy.
"R-Room!?"
Wu Xue's heart skipped a beat, and her body stiffened as if struck by an electric current.
Panic crept into her eyes, transforming them into wide orbs of frozen fear.
Slowly, she turned her rigid fra to face Zhang Wei, desperate for a glimr of reassurance or a flicker of empathy.
She locked her gaze on Zhang Wei, who stubbornly refused to et her eyes or acknowledge her silent plea.
A cold realization washed over her—this was Zhang Wei's defense chanism, his way of disregarding hesitant won.
Each instance of being ignored sent ripples of anguish and frustration coursing through Wu's veins.
Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to overflow like an unstoppable torrent.
The relentless tornt of Zhang Wei's bullying left her utterly defenseless, her voice silenced by a crippling wave of helplessness.
But just when she felt on the verge of surrender, a knock on the door shattered the suffocating silence.
Zhang Wei's eyebrows shot up in surprise, montarily diverting his attention.
Sensing an opportunity, Wu Xue summoned a burst of courage and wriggled free from his clutches.
She dashed towards the door, her disheveled clothes a testant to the chaotic turmoil within her, hastily smoothing out the wrinkles as she desperately sought refuge in the chance for escape.
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