The bathroom was still filled with steam after a shower. Ye Zhiwei's hair was wet and hazy. As Jiang Jianian kissed her passionately, her eyes were also wet, as if glistening with water, as she looked at Jiang Jianian with a watery gaze.

Because of the fog inside, Ye Zhiwei couldn't see Jiang Jianian's expression, but she could feel his wet kisses and his biting of her ear. Ye Zhiwei tried to push Jiang Jianian away, but unexpectedly, he grabbed her hand and started kissing her from the base of her palm, completely absorbed in the act.

His posture finally made Ye Zhiwei realize something was wrong. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it even tighter.

“I didn’t seduce you,” she began to defend herself.

Jiang Jianian chuckled and pressed his hand tightly against Ye Zhiwei's body. Because the shirt he was wearing was a bit too big on her, her curves were not visible, but her bare legs and faintly visible collarbone made her more imaginative. Now that he was touching her, he could feel the girl's outline even more deeply.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Why would you dress like this if you weren't seducing me?"

The fog inside began to dissipate, and Ye Zhiwei saw Jiang Jianian's narrowed eyes. His seemingly indifferent gaze now made people inexplicably feel hot when he looked at them. His voice was hoarse, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

He pushed Ye Zhiwei against the wall, tucked her wet hair behind her ear, and lowered his head again.

The kisses grew more intense, and most of the buttons on Ye Zhiwei's white shirt were undone. Her wet hair was still dripping with water, and Jiang Jianian's clothes were also wet. He kissed her passionately, but after noticing that Ye Zhiwei's shirt was mostly wet, he was worried that she would catch a cold. He narrowed his eyes and bit Ye Zhiwei's hair before letting go and saying, "Dry your hair first."

Before Ye Zhiwei could react, Jiang Jianian picked her up. She immediately clung tightly to Jiang Jianian's neck and was carried to the sofa. After finding a hairdryer, Jiang Jianian plugged it in and began to dry Ye Zhiwei's hair.

He was blow-drying Ye Zhiwei's hair. Her hair was thick and black, which made Jiang Jianian's already pale hands look even whiter. He squinted and endured the burning heat as he blow-dried Ye Zhiwei's hair.

Ye Zhiwei was initially frightened by Jiang Jianian's rough kisses, but now that Jiang Jianian was drying her hair, she felt safe again and couldn't help but feel smug.

She won.

Ye Zhiwei snorted softly. While Jiang Jianian was drying his hair, she was also playing with her hair, asking as she did so, "Have you given up?"

"Um."

"I didn't seduce you."

"Um."

Ye Zhiwei continued, "I just asked you to help me take off my zipper so I could take a shower. I wore your shirt because I didn't bring any pajamas."

She was sitting on the sofa letting Jiang Jianian blow-dry her hair. As Ye Zhiwei sat down, the shirt barely covered a small part of her thighs, revealing her two long legs. She hadn't been exposed to the sun much lately, and her skin was very fair. From her feet to her calves to her thighs, every inch of her skin was delicate and fair. The fact that she was casually sitting with her legs crossed was enough to make people's imaginations run wild, especially since she was wearing her boyfriend's shirt.

Despite the allure, she pretended not to notice and smugly let Jiang Jianian continue to blow-dry her hair.

Jiang Jianian didn't say a word the whole time, just kept his head down and seemed to be seriously helping Ye Zhiwei blow-dry her hair.

Ye Zhiwei asked again, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Jiang Jianian remained silent.

Ye Zhiwei laughed and said, "Your voice was very hoarse just now. What usually makes a boy's voice hoarse? Is it when he's aroused? That's such a strange phenomenon!"

She had a lot of strange questions. After discovering that Jiang Jianian's voice was hoarse from teasing her, she asked curiously, "When I was reading a novel before, I read that boys' voices would be hoarse when they woke up in the morning, and they would also... you know..."

"Which one?" Jiang Jianian finally spoke, his voice was indeed hoarse and very low. Because of the sound of the hairdryer, Ye Zhiwei almost couldn't hear him.

Ye Zhiwei turned to look at Jiang Jianian. Jiang Jianian's expression was cold and aloof, completely different from when he had pushed her into the bathroom and kissed her. His voice was so hoarse, but his expression was tense. What was going on in this situation?

Ye Zhiwei was wondering what was going on when, as if she had thought of something, she lowered her gaze slightly, then suddenly turned her head away as if she had seen something, her heart pounding.

Jiang Jianian was not as calm as she appeared. She seemed to have made a mistake, especially since the sound of the hairdryer stopped as soon as she looked away. Jiang Jianian unplugged the hairdryer and said, "It's done."

"So fast? I don't think my hair is very dry. It seems like—it seems like I can dry it a little more!" Ye Zhiwei touched her hair and said nervously, "Look, the ends are still wet."

"There's no need to blow it that dry, it's fine now, besides..."

"Moreover what?"

"Your hair will dry in a little while." Jiang Jianian pushed Ye Zhiwei onto the sofa.

Ye Zhiwei looked at Jiang Jianian, who bent down and began to answer Ye Zhiwei's questions one by one. He stroked Ye Zhiwei's collarbone with his hand. Because the loose shirt made it convenient for Jiang Jianian, he could easily reach inside and do something naughty.

“You shouldn’t have taken off your stockings yourself. You could have asked me for help then,” Jiang Jianian said in a hoarse voice. “You probably wouldn’t have been able to take a shower otherwise.”

Ye Zhiwei licked her dry lips and was about to say something when Jiang Jianian pressed her hand down with his finger. He lowered his voice and continued to answer the question: "Do you know why my voice is so hoarse?"

"I don't want to know anymore..."

"Because of the extreme emotional fluctuations." Jiang Jianian held Ye Zhiwei's hand and stroked his Adam's apple. He squinted and said, "I always feel very thirsty, and no matter how much water I drink, I can't quench my thirst."

Ye Zhiwei couldn't pull her hand away at all.

She had lost her earlier smugness and began to reflect on herself. She couldn't understand why Jiang Jianian felt more dangerous to her after she won.

"There's one last question." Jiang Jianian took Ye Zhiwei's hand and moved it down, pressing it against her clothes and down through the boy's taut muscles. He squinted at Ye Zhiwei and continued, "It's the same when I first wake up in the morning, especially when I dream about you at night."

Her heart was pounding and her breathing became erratic. Jiang Jianian pressed down on her and continued, "Do you know that there's a limit to patience, baby?"

"I was wrong." When danger struck, Miss Ye admitted her mistake incredibly quickly. She began to reflect on her errors, deeply repenting, and with red eyes, she begged for forgiveness, "Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have seduced you, I shouldn't have flirted with you..."

As if ignoring her words, Jiang Jianian leaned close to Ye Zhiwei and said slowly, "We have to try, don't we? What's your limit, baby? Shall we give it a try? Hmm?"

...

His hand landed on Ye Zhiwei's shirt and began to unbutton it.