Outside the frosted glass of the fitting room, Rong Shenghan's shadow was stretched long by the light.

Unlike the usual people who wait, he didn't flip through picture books or fiddle with his phone. He just stood there quietly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the buttons on his suit sleeves, his knuckles turning a faint white.

The fragrance seemed to thin out at that moment, and something sharper floated in the air.

It was a possessiveness that he deliberately concealed, yet still seeped from his pores, like icicles quietly forming in winter, seemingly translucent, but hiding a chill that could cut through the skin.

"Click".

The fitting room door was gently pushed open.

The moment Rong Shenghan looked up, his breath hitched for a second.

Yu Jiuyuan stood in the light and shadow cast by the door frame, her champagne-colored fishtail dress like a pool of flowing honey, precisely wrapping every inch of her curves.

The lines of the shoulders and neck are as smooth as a swan, and the backless design boldly extends to the waist. The curve of the spine is like a string of delicate pearls, which gleams with a delicate luster under the warm light.

The skirt cinches in along the curve of the hips, then flares out slightly downwards, like a petal fluttering in the evening breeze. With each step, the smooth muscle lines of the calves taut beneath the skirt are visible.

She seemed to be wearing the warmth of the entire winter sun, so radiant that it was impossible to look away.

But the eyes that looked at him remained as innocent and pure as ever, even carrying a touch of childlike excitement: "Is it pretty?"

Rong Shenghan's Adam's apple bobbed, and as he stepped forward, his face was once again adorned with that impeccable, gentle smile.

He reached out, but instead of stroking her back as he had expected, he gently pinched her wrist, the force light but carrying an air of unyielding resolve.

"It's so beautiful." His voice was deep, with a slight hoarseness at the end. "So beautiful that I want to hide you away and not let anyone see you."

The possessiveness in these words is almost undisguised.

Yu Jiuyuan seemed not to understand, but instead leaned forward with his force, rubbing her nose against his shirt collar like a spoiled cat: "How can we attend the signing ceremony if we hide? The Su family is still waiting to see our 'face'."

She emphasized the word "appearance," a sly glint flashing across her eyes.

Rong Shenghan looked down at her.

The girl's eyelashes were very long, and when they drooped down, they cast a small shadow under her eyelids, making her look obedient and harmless.

But he knew all too well what lay beneath that facade.

It is the thread that manipulates people's hearts, the flame that plays with emotions, and the indifferent hunter that treats everyone as prey.

Including himself.

He chuckled softly, released her wrist, and then raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing her bare back.

The cool touch made Yu Jiuyuan shiver slightly. She instinctively tried to dodge, but he pressed down on her waist.

"Don't move." Rong Shenghan's voice was right next to her ear, carrying a hint of ambiguous heat. "Let me see... are there still traces of yesterday here?"

His fingertips did indeed pause briefly on the smooth skin on his side.

There was indeed a light red mark there, left by him when he lost control last night.

Yu Jiuyuan's body tensed instantly, and a faint blush swept across her face, like a young girl whose secret had been exposed.

"Rong Shenghan!" Her voice held a hint of reproach as she tried to push him away. "He's outside!"

"What's going on outside?" Rong Shenghan chuckled, not letting go of her hand, but instead bending down to touch her earlobe with his lips.

“This is the VIP area; no one but us can come in. Or perhaps…” He deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze sweeping meaningfully towards the direction outside the fitting room, “you’re afraid Xie Zhecheng will see you?”

They've arrived.

Yu Jiuyuan sneered inwardly.

After going around in circles for so long, we still have to bring up Xie Zhecheng.

This jealousy is expressed in a roundabout way, disguised as gentleness, like slowly tightening the chains as a frog is boiled in lukewarm water.

She, however, had no intention of granting his wish.

Yu Jiuyuan suddenly turned around, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.

This kiss was different from the brief encounter outside; it carried a deliberate passion, and even showed a level of initiative she rarely displayed.

Her tongue gently pried open his teeth, carrying her sweet, unique scent, and wrapped around him like a vine.

Rong Shenghan was clearly taken aback for a moment, then took the initiative and deepened the kiss.

His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, pressing her completely into his embrace, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

The caress between their lips and teeth carried a strong sense of possessiveness, along with a subtle hint of indulgence born of being pleased.

He only let go of Yu Jiuyuan when she was almost out of breath.

Their foreheads touched, their breathing slightly erratic. Her cheeks were flushed with a genuine blush, and her eyes were misty with tears, making her look exceptionally beautiful.

"Are you still angry?" Yu Jiuyuan's voice was soft, slightly hoarse from the kiss. "I chose this dress not to show off to others."

She raised her hand and gently tapped his chest with her fingertips: "It's because you said last time that my eyes are brightest when I wear champagne."

That was half true and half false. Rong Shenghan did say something similar, but it was in a moment of passion, and he probably forgot about it himself.

But the words coming from her mouth at this moment, coupled with her innocent and earnest expression, were like a honey-coated hook, precisely scratching the softest spot in his heart.

When Rong Shenghan saw the tears in her eyes, the jealousy that had been surging in his heart melted away quickly, like ice cubes thrown into hot water.

He couldn't help but lower his head and peck her lips again, his voice tinged with a helpless smile: "You..."

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