He leaned against the wall, barely able to stand as his body began to slide downward.
A pair of slender legs wrapped in black stockings and high heels stopped in front of him. The tip of the shoe turned slightly, and the woman faced him directly.
It didn’t seem to be the wealthy woman who had forced him to drink…
Chen Zan struggled to lift his gaze.
His eyes moved upward. Her long, shapely legs were tightly wrapped in black stockings, and her well-tailored professional outfit outlined her perfect figure. Her golden hair flowed down to her waist, swaying gently with her movements. Her delicate, oval face was exquisitely small, and at that moment, her beautiful eyes were looking down at him from above.
Chen Zan’s pupils contracted.
Why is it her…
“Where is he?”
Chaotic footsteps of high heels echoed, mixed with the anxious, soft voices of the women.
At the critical moment, Chen Zan was suddenly pulled into a room by the woman.
“I just saw him come this way. How strange, where did he go?”
“Damn it!”
“The duck that was already in our mouths flew away. What a waste of all my effort.”
Behind the tightly closed door, the unwilling voices of the wealthy women faintly echoed.
In the darkness, their bodies pressed tightly together. Chen Zan could clearly feel the heat radiating from her.
A faint fragrance drifted from her, a scent he had been longing for over the years.
Her sweet breath began to erode what little reason he had left.
As Chen Zan lowered his head, the atmosphere suddenly turned tense and ambiguous.
In the next moment, the woman decisively pushed him away.
His body slammed against the door with a dull thud, pulling a sliver of clarity back into his mind. Powerless, he slowly slid down onto the carpet.
The lights flicked on.
Blinding.
Chen Zan narrowed his eyes slightly, raising a hand to shield them as he slowly adjusted to the brightness.
Inside him, an indescribable restlessness surged. The pain was still spreading, and a suffocating sensation filled every corner of his mind. That intoxicating numbness refused to fade, and even his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
The woman’s alluring red lips parted slightly as she said, “How long are you planning to hold me?”
Chen Zan’s breathing was heavy as he replied, “Sorry…”
He had overstepped.
The woman bent down and whispered into his ear. Her voice carried a trace of coolness, yet her tone was lazy as she softly spoke his name, “Chen Zan.”
So it really is her…
She watched him with interest, appreciating the pain etched across his face.
“Who would have thought that when we meet again, you’d be in such a state?”
Chen Zan hadn’t expected this either. Seeing his first love again like this, at his most humiliating and miserable moment, felt like his pride was being sliced apart piece by piece.
The woman lowered her body slightly and hooked her finger at him.
Unable to resist, Chen Zan moved closer, pressing against her, seeking comfort from her presence.
“Chen Zan, who am I?” There was a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer of tears in her eyes.
His consciousness was already hazy, yet he still recognized her and spoke her name.
“Youwei… Jiang Youwei…”
His first love.
The campus belle he once kept.
That imperfect relationship had left him with memories so sweet they could never be erased.
“Very good.” Jiang Youwei allowed him to come closer. Her captivating gaze slowly settled on him as her touch, seemingly casual, traced across his skin. Her delicate, beautifully manicured nails, adorned with tiny crystals, moved like sparks igniting a flame.
Chen Zan couldn’t help but shudder violently.
“If you let any other woman see you like this, I’ll punish you severely,” Jiang Youwei said softly. Her calm tone carried an unmistakable hint of threat.
Their breaths intertwined.
Her alluring lips were just within reach.