The music in the quiet bar switched from “Alone with You” to “1v1,” the sultry, lazy tones suddenly turning ambiguous, blending with the hazy lights reflecting off the walls in the vast space, creating an atmosphere full of allure.
The backrests of the booth sofas were high, making it impossible to see outside while sitting inside.
Zhou Jinyue, a man with the kind of looks that could bring ruin to nations and captivate people, was eye-catching wherever he went. Today, he looked especially youthful, wearing a white sleeveless top paired with black knee-length shorts and black-and-white sneakers. When he raised his hand to brush his lips, the silver rings on his ring finger and pinky finger gleamed brightly.
He looked every bit like a devastatingly handsome college student.
Even Qi Fei, who preferred older men, couldn’t help but feel a flutter at the sight of him, let alone the girls in the bar.
“Handsome, can I have your contact info?” A girl’s sweet, crisp voice rang out as a fiery figure suddenly appeared in front of the young man.
Zhou Jinyue frowned slightly, stepping past her without even a glance in her direction.
This kind of dismissive indifference felt even more humiliating than an outright rejection.
In the dim light, the girl’s carefully concealed confidence turned into obvious embarrassment.
Qi Fei, who was mixing drinks behind the bar, saw this and smiled, unsurprised.
This Young Master was a hidden star student in the “Male Virtue Class.”
By the inner wall.
Zhou Jinyue slid his hands into his pockets, his deep eyes lingering for a moment on the square light glowing outside the last booth before he leisurely walked over.
In his line of sight.
The young woman leaned back lazily, a slender wrist adorned with a silver bracelet resting on her waist. Her elbow propped up her hand, and between her fair fingers, a thin cigarette was being brought to her lips. Through the hazy smoke, she looked up at him with upturned eyes, her dark, translucent pupils shimmering with a watery glow. Her delicate, stunningly beautiful face was almost unreal.
“Brother, you sure have good timing,” Qiao Ling said, her red lips curling as her noble yet alluring gaze fixed on him. Her voice was light and lazy as she teased, “Dressed like that, are you planning to meet a younger girl? Should I make some room for you two?”
Zhou Jinyue’s lips curved into a smile as he stepped into the small space inside. A low chuckle escaped his throat. “Who would I meet if you weren’t here?”
“…After going abroad, Brother has become a bit more interesting,” Qiao Ling remarked, her eyebrows arching slightly as she let out a soft scoff.
The faint scent of cedar on the young man was surprisingly pleasant. She tilted her head, taking a sniff. Whether it was the fragrance or his presence, the gloom that had been weighing on her heart began to fade.
The soft sofa beside her suddenly dipped, and the fragrance in the air grew stronger.
Qiao Ling glanced to her side and lifted her chin. “Sit across from me.”
“Not convenient,” Zhou Jinyue said softly, gently grasping her slender, bony wrist and taking the half-smoked cigarette from between her fingers, placing it between his own lips.
Knowing the young miss disliked being lectured, he never told Qiao Ling not to smoke, but every time he saw her, he would take the cigarette from her hand.
Qiao Ling pressed her moist red lips together, watching his devilishly handsome appearance as he exhaled smoke. Her gaze involuntarily fell on his lips through the haze.
Her throat inexplicably felt a little itchy. “You…”
“Lingling…”
Their voices sounded at the same time. Qiao Ling fell silent, gesturing for him to continue.Zhou Jinyue turned sideways, his beautiful willow-leaf eyes holding a hint of amusement, his voice clear yet husky with sincerity. “In a bad mood today?”
“No.” Qiao Ling replied dismissively, picking up her glass and taking a sip of wine.
It seemed no matter how much time passed, he could always see through her well-hidden true emotions.
On the day Aunt Luo had the accident, he had also seen through her forced composure at a glance, gently holding her in his arms.
His words were slow, soft, and soothing: “Don’t be afraid, Lingling. I’m here.”
The spicy sensation on her taste buds filled her nostrils. Qiao Ling coughed lightly, set down her glass, and said calmly, “Are you going to the Special Training Camp in half a month too?”
“Yes.” If she was going, he would naturally go as well.
Hearing this, Qiao Ling felt somewhat surprised. “Isn’t Grandpa Zhou sick? Aren’t you staying behind?”
“He’s faking it.” Zhou Jinyue extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, exhaling the last wisp of smoke from his lips.
Then, he suddenly called her name, his voice low and magnetic, captivating. “Lingling.”
“Hmm.” Qiao Ling shifted her posture, resting her elbow on the armrest, her pale, bent fingers propping up her chin as she lifted her gaze to look at him.
Zhou Jinyue leaned closer to her, his palm pressing against the armrest, the muscles on his strong, powerful arm bulging as he encircled her in his embrace, his aura exuding raw magnetism.
Their eyes met, his gaze dark and intense, smoldering with heat.
“What is it?” His warm breath brushed against the skin of her cheek. Qiao Ling curled her lips with interest, leaning slightly toward him. As she parted her lips, her soft mouth almost imperceptibly grazed his jaw, her tone cool and lazy. “Does big brother want a kiss?”
With that, she moved another inch forward, lifting her head slightly to press her moist red lips against the corner of his mouth, teasing him playfully and provocatively. “What kind of kiss does big brother want? A biting kiss? A teasing kiss? Or a French kiss?”
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