When Yang Zhen'er saw Lu Li's shoes, her drunkenness instantly faded a bit, and her mind cleared up significantly.
Her long legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, instinctively drew together slightly...
In the darkness, even her breathing grew a little rapid.
Yang Zhen'er widened her eyes, her heart thumping wildly.
Ever since Lu Li left, she had been like a lost soul, constantly wondering and speculating about his identity.
The more she thought, the deeper she sank into regret—regret that made her stomach twist into knots.
Before returning home, Yang Zhen'er had thought Lu Li had moved out. She never expected… he was actually back!
"This is an opportunity."
Yang Zhen'er clenched her fists, thinking to herself.
She bent down and took off the shallow high heels she wore to work, but this time, unlike before, she didn't change into slippers.
Instead, she pulled from the shoe cabinet a pair of deep wine-red high heels she had almost never worn. The glossy finish shone, and the heels were extremely tall.
After putting them on, her legs looked even more slender and graceful...
She didn't change her outfit, because she knew the uniform she was still wearing from work was a favorite look for many people.
Yang Zhen'er took a deep breath and nervously walked toward Lu Li's room.
The sharp tapping of her heels echoed off the floor—click… click… click…
In the dimly lit living room, the sound of her footsteps traveled far.
Yang Zhen'er stood outside Lu Li's bedroom door. She saw the glow of light through the crack beneath it, and suddenly her mouth felt dry, her palms were sweating, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably...
Thinking a moment, she turned around and went back to her room to fetch a bottle of Lafite red wine she had hidden away for a long time, uncorking it.
Holding the bottle in one hand and a wine glass in the other, she returned to Lu Li's door.
Knock knock knock…
Knock knock…
She knocked nervously.
…
Inside the room.
Lu Li paused what he was doing. He closed his notebook and capped his fountain pen.
Leaning back in his chair, he turned his head toward the door.
A slight smirk tugged at his lips—of course he knew exactly who was standing outside...
What truly intrigued him was: what exactly was Yang Zhen'er going to do?
Just imagining a few of the potential scenarios made Lu Li's breath grow heavier. Certain parts of him even started stirring, and a strange sense of anticipation welled up inside.
To be honest, it was a little embarrassing. Though Lu Li was already twenty-six or twenty-seven, he was still a virgin.
"Come in."
Though his heart was pounding, Lu Li's face remained composed, as if nothing had changed. He answered calmly.
As soon as the words left his mouth—
The door opened with a soft sound.
There stood Yang Zhen'er in a sleek black qipao, embroidered with exotic little blossoms. A slit down the side revealed glimpses of her black stockings. She wore those wine-red heels and carried a bottle of red wine with a tall crystal glass.
Her cheeks were flushed, and smears of lipstick lingered at the corner of her mouth and on her chin...
Her long, jet-black hair fell in smooth waves down her back...
The moment Lu Li laid eyes on Yang Zhen'er in that state, he nearly lost his composure.
His heart raced and his breathing quickened...
"I brought a bottle of red wine. Want to drink it with me?"
Yang Zhen'er leaned lightly against the doorframe, her red lips parting as she gazed at Lu Li and spoke slowly.
"Sure."
Lu Li nodded calmly.
Yang Zhen'er smiled.
She walked over to Lu Li's side and placed the wine and the glass on his desk.
She didn't pour immediately, though. Instead, she glanced out the window at the lights beyond.
Then came a soft tearing sound—swish—as Yang Zhen'er reached out and firmly pulled the curtains shut, not leaving a single gap!
"Why are you closing the curtains?"
Lu Li asked, pretending not to know.
Yang Zhen'er smiled, a beautiful smile.
Her legs, wrapped in sheer stockings, shifted slightly in front of Lu Li's eyes...
Lu Li couldn't help but reach out. His fingertips brushed against the smooth stockings...
Feeling the even texture, a thought stirred in his heart. His thumb and forefinger made a light pinching motion—applying neither too much nor too little pressure.
Immediately, a bruise began to form on the thigh under the stockings.
Yang Zhen'er felt the pain, but didn't protest. Instead, she let out a sultry giggle. She reached for the wine bottle with one hand, the other resting lightly on the rim of the wine glass.
She poured.
The rich red liquid flowed steadily.
Yang Zhen'er seemed a bit nervous herself. As she poured, some of the wine splashed onto her fingers.
She paused, then lifted her hand to her mouth and extended her delicate tongue, licking the red wine clean from her fingers.
"Damn!"
Lu Li cursed inwardly.
Then, Yang Zhen'er bent one leg slightly and pressed it against Lu Li's.
She lifted the glass, took a sip…
And then, still holding the wine in her mouth, suddenly leaned in—
Her red lips came straight for Lu Li's…
…
The night passed silently, like petals drifting in the wind.
Yang Zhen'er chose to give the most precious part of herself to Lu Li.
She believed that even if Lu Li was some secretly powerful heir, his temperament was not cold or heartless, and he would never be someone who shirks responsibility.
—
In the early morning.
Lu Li awoke, thanks to his internal body clock.
His gaze was a bit dazed, and he felt a slight ache in his lower back…
He glanced at the black stockings tossed casually on the floor...
Scenes from the night before kept flashing through his mind.
Just then—
In his arms, the unclothed Yang Zhen'er murmured something in her sleep, sounding adorably childish.
"She doesn't look nearly as clever asleep as she does when she's awake."
Lu Li chuckled softly.
This woman—
She really needs to be taught a lesson.
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