In this ensemble, Wang Yixin radiated a captivating blend of purity and allure—a style often described as "pure seduction."
Leaning against the doorfra, she smirked knowingly. "Well? How do I look?"
"Absolutely stunning, Xinxin! If I were a guy, I'd fall for you in an instant!" one girl exclaid.
"Totally! Zhou Yi won't stand a chance," the other chid in.
Satisfied, Wang Yixin adjusted her hair in the mirror before heading back out.
"Here are your drinks," the barista announced.
"Thank you," Zhou Yi replied, accepting the cups. Just as he was about to insert the straw into his drink, a pale, slender hand reached over and snatched it away.
"I'm here now! Yi-Gege, you can't start drinking without ," Wang Yixin declared, suddenly appearing behind him. She leaned forward and plucked the straw from his grasp.
A faint scent of roses wafted past Zhou Yi as Wang Yixin moved to sit across from him. His gaze flickered appreciatively over her new attire—strapless top, miniskirt, and stockings.
"Hmm, you certainly know how to dress," he remarked dryly.
"This is what I wanted to wear for you, Yi-Gege," she cooed, resting her chin on her hand and batting her lashes flirtatiously.
He averted his gaze slightly, his tone asured. "Perhaps you should put on a jacket—it might be too revealing."
Wang Yixin paused, then erupted into giggles. "Yi-Gege, are you shy to look at ?"
"The neckline is quite low," he pointed out.
"But we're alone in this corner. No one else will see," she countered playfully.
"That doesn't an I should look," he replied firmly.
His composed deanor only intrigued her further. There was sothing undeniably appealing about his steadfastness. Smiling mischievously, she set down her drink and slid onto the seat beside him.
Pointing to her untouched bubble tea, she murmured, "Yi-Gege, could you open this for ?"
Zhou Yi inserted the straw and handed it to her. She took a sip, then held the cup toward him. "It's delicious! Don't you want to try yours?"
Reaching for his own drink, he was stopped by her hand gripping his wrist. Before he could question her, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against his.
Her kiss was tender, reminiscent of the jelly they'd shared earlier, and the sweet tang of bubble tea mingled between them. Zhou Yi's eyes narrowed slightly as he placed a hand on the back of her head, deepening the kiss. His tongue traced the edge of her teeth, exploring gently.
Wang Yixin's eyes widened montarily, her breathing growing shallow. After several minutes, Zhou Yi finally pulled away, leaving her cheeks flushed and her fingers clutching tightly at his shirt.
Gasping for air, she collapsed against the sofa, trying to steady her breath. "Cough, cough."
Zhou Yi patted her back lightly. Still catching her breath, she looked up at him weakly. "How... how did you get so good at that?"
He remained calm, his expression unreadable. "Why did you assu I wouldn't be?"
She hesitated, realizing her initial judgnt had been flawed. Indeed, Zhou Yi wasn't the inexperienced boy she'd imagined. The intensity of their kiss suggested otherwise.
"Yi-Gege, how many girlfriends have you had before?" she ventured cautiously.
"Just one."
"Did she teach you?"
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