Wen Yan stood in a quiet corner where the lights could not reach. Only faint traces of light and shadow lingered there, completely out of place amid the magnificent auditorium, as though it belonged to another world.
The young girl stood quietly there, her dark green gown perfectly wrapping around those alluring curves, making her slender waist appear small enough to encircle with one hand. It was like a willow branch, as though Qingqing could snap it with the slightest bend. Her snow-white skin looked so delicate that it seemed it could be broken by a breath, smooth as congealed cream, with an icy, translucent quality.
Her raven-black hair cascaded like a waterfall. The faint light and shadows in the auditorium reflected upon those dark strands, making her hair appear glossy and jet-black. Behind her was a floor-to-ceiling window, neither particularly large nor small. Outside, the lights had begun to thin in the distance, while beautiful colored lights lined the road. They prevented others from seeing her appearance completely clearly, yet she was extraordinarily alluring and dazzling. That soft, seductive figure and the impression of fragile vulnerability she gave off stirred a desire for destruction in people’s hearts, making them want to pluck her down and carefully toy with her in the palms of their hands.
Wen Yan thought that if she stood here and did not move around among the crowd, she probably would not come into contact with the male and female leads. After all, she had only received a scant few lines in the original book, merely a cannon fodder.
However, she had forgotten that her beauty was nearly on par with the female lead Su Ning’s, and there was even the faint impression that her beauty surpassed the female lead’s. Simply standing there was enough to attract countless people’s gazes.
However, before long, bursts of commotion suddenly arose within the auditorium. Wen Yan raised her eyes and looked over. It was the female lead.
Su Ning wore a bright red strapless gown that perfectly displayed her tall figure. Her already fair skin appeared even more luminous, and her slender, curvaceous figure was exceptionally dazzling.
Her appearance was just as it had been described in the book. The instant she appeared, she captured everyone’s attention. People’s astonished gazes followed Su Ning as she moved, and this was also where the male lead developed a slight favorable impression of the female lead.
At the thought of Ji Yanli, Wen Yan involuntarily bit her lip. The man’s tall, upright figure and his handsome, refined face surfaced before Wen Yan’s eyes.
Her snow-white pearly teeth bit her cherry-like red lips with neither too much nor too little force, leaving them glistening as though they were freshly washed cherries, delicate and luscious, enough to whet anyone’s appetite and make them want to take a bite to see whether they were truly as sweet as they imagined.
As she continued thinking, Wen Yan became lost in thought and failed to notice that the person she was thinking about was standing right behind her.
The man neither moved nor disturbed the exceedingly delicate and charming young girl before him. He simply stood behind her, tall and upright, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He wore a white shirt and black suit trousers, while his suit jacket was casually draped over his arm. His entire presence was both dangerous and captivating.
The buttons at his collar were slightly undone, revealing his exquisitely defined collarbones. The cuffs at his wrists seemed not to have been properly fastened, faintly revealing the smooth lines of his muscles. They resembled graceful curves that could leave people entranced and involuntarily wanting to reach out and stroke them.
He stood behind the young girl like her guardian deity, as though he were afraid that the girl before him, who resembled a fragile dodder flower, would be snatched away by someone.
Another commotion began among the crowd, as though they were discussing something. The sound brought Wen Yan back to her senses. She had no desire to look. There was no need to guess, it had to be the main characters. She was utterly bored.
Just as she was about to look at the scenery outside the window, she turned her head and saw a tall, upright man standing behind her. For a moment, Wen Yan was startled.
Her footsteps immediately faltered, and she vaguely began to fall backward. The man happened to notice. Just when Wen Yan did not know what to do, she felt a warm sensation around her waist. The man’s powerful arm firmly wrapped around her slender waist, while the young girl’s snow-white arms instinctively wound around the man’s neck. She resembled a dodder flower, soft, alluring, and powerless, able to survive only by clinging to another.
“Ah!”
A sweet, soft, and alluring voice accompanied by a trace of warm breath sounded beside Ji Yanli’s ear. It was like a newborn kitten, teasing people’s hearts until they itched.
A trace of darkness flashed through the man’s affectionate peach-blossom eyes. The tip of his tongue lightly pressed against the roof of his mouth, while the hand encircling the young girl’s waist quietly tightened its grip, as though he intended to snap her in two.
The tall, upright figure and the petite, soft, alluring figure came together. The two stood in the dim corner, the man’s arm clasped around the young girl’s waist as the faint halo of light fell upon them. Light and darkness intertwined, softness and hardness combined. For a moment, an ambiguous atmosphere flourished around them, carrying the faint sense of sexual tension being stretched to its absolute limit.
After a while, Wen Yan recovered her senses. Only then did she realize that their posture was somewhat intimate. They were pressed extremely close together, so close that she could hear the heartbeat inside the man’s chest and feel that warm, broad chest. And it was not only her.
Ji Yanli looked at the young girl in his arms. The young girl’s figure was slender and graceful, curvaceous in all the right places, with beautiful curves and a delicate willow waist.
She did not know how much time had passed. To Wen Yan, it seemed as long as an entire century. She could feel their body temperatures continuously rising, and even their heartbeats gradually began to synchronize in that deserted corner.
Wen Yan thought that her body felt slightly weak. She was clearly already leaning against the man’s embrace, yet she still had no strength. She was relying entirely on the man’s arm around her waist for support. The moment he released her, she would fall forward.
Wen Yan truly could not endure it anymore, so she could only speak softly: “Um, can… can you let go of me?”
The young girl’s voice had become even softer, carrying a trace of her distinctive alluring tenderness. Her voice trembled as she spoke, as though there were something she could not possibly withstand, her allure practically overflowing.
She did not hear the man’s answer. All she heard was the man’s low chuckle beside her ear, sexy and seductive, husky and deep. Hearing it made Wen Yan’s waist feel even weaker, and even her mind became dizzy. Moreover, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
What was going on? Was a handsome man really that seductive?
Boohoohoo, Wen Yan, what is wrong with you? How could you collapse in a man’s arms without even a trace of strength? It was almost as though… as though you were deliberately seducing him. You really were too hopeless.
Wen Yan thought in embarrassment.
Just when the young girl did not know what to do, the man spoke.
“Be careful. Don’t fall.”
The man’s voice was cool yet gentle, like a clear spring flowing through the mountains. It was tender and captivating, carrying a soothing quality that involuntarily drew people toward him and made them want to move closer.
“Okay, thank you.”
Wen Yan answered softly.
She felt as though her own ears were about to get pregnant. His voice was simply far too pleasant to hear. Even someone like her, who was not particularly obsessed with voices, was about to succumb to it. A flush of crimson spread across her small, fair ears. Against her already fair and tender skin, the color looked almost like blood, an alluring shade of red that caused an obscure, unreadable darkness to flash through Ji Yanli’s eyes.
As she spoke, Wen Yan felt the arm encircling her waist loosen. The moment that supporting force left her, she nearly lost her balance. Just as she was about to steady herself, the man’s arm, which had only just withdrawn, once again lightly encircled the young girl’s waist. However, it was no longer clasped as tightly as before. This time, a slight gap remained between his arm and that willow waist so slender it could barely fill one hand.