His actions continued, but his eyes never left her face, as if he was admiring her embarrassment or enjoying the feeling of being in control.

Yu Jiuyuan's heart was pounding, her face was hot and burning, but she refused to show weakness. Instead, she raised her chin to meet his gaze, a hint of provocation flashing in her eyes.

She did it on purpose.

She just wanted to see just how far she could push this man, who always seemed so composed and calculating, to.

But now, she felt like she had fallen into a trap, and he had turned the tables on her.

Finally, Rong Shenghan stopped what he was doing.

He looked at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

"Hand." He stretched out his hand, his fingertips still slightly damp.

Yu Jiuyuan was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.

"Wipe your hands."

Rong Shenghan's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable command: "Do you expect me to do it myself?"

His gaze fell on the tissue box on the coffee table, and the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Yu Jiuyuan's face instantly turned bright red, the redness spreading from her cheeks to her ears.

She had never done anything like this in all her years, let alone under these circumstances.

She looked at Rong Shenghan's outstretched hand, his fingers long and slender, his knuckles distinct, but at that moment it seemed particularly glaring to her.

She wanted to refuse, to turn around and leave, but when she met Rong Shenghan's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't, she couldn't bring herself to say the words of refusal.

He knew exactly what she was doing—that she wouldn't back down and that she was competitive.

Finally, Yu Jiuyuan gritted her teeth, pulled a tissue from the coffee table, and stiffly grasped his hand.

His palms were warm and had a slightly rough texture, quite different from hers.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes, her fingertips trembling slightly as she wiped the cloth.

Rong Shenghan let her do as she pleased, but his eyes remained fixed on her face, watching her reddened ears, her tightly pursed lips, and the fleeting embarrassment and... a hint of barely perceptible indulgence in her eyes.

He suddenly chuckled softly, his voice deep and melodious, like the sound of a cello string.

"The young lady is becoming more and more obedient."

Yu Jiuyuan paused, then suddenly looked up and glared at him, her eyes seeming to spit fire.

But her eyes were slightly red and her cheeks were burning. In Rong Shenghan's eyes, that bit of anger seemed more like a coquettish act than a sign of being angry.

"Rong Shenghan, you bastard," she said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, I'm a jerk." Rong Shenghan didn't refute her, but instead leaned in and gently kissed her lips. "But you like it."

These words were like a needle, precisely piercing Yu Jiuyuan's mind.

She really likes it.

She likes to see him lose control, she likes to see him lose his composure for her, she likes this feeling of mutual tug-of-war and mutual testing.

It was like a dangerous game; whoever fell in love first lost. But she and he seemed to be enjoying it.

Yu Jiuyuan didn't say anything more, but simply quickened her pace.

After wiping her hands, she threw the tissue into the trash can and was about to stand up from his lap when Rong Shenghan pressed her down.

"Where to?" he asked, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"I..." Yu Jiuyuan was about to say that she was going to get a drink of water when he suddenly silenced her with a kiss.

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, with an irresistible force, as if it wanted to devour her.

Yu Jiuyuan was breathless from the kisses and could only let him conquer her, feeling his scent envelop her.

After an unknown amount of time, Rong Shenghan finally released her.

Both of them were panting, their foreheads touching.

"I've remembered." Rong Shenghan's voice was a little hoarse, but his eyes were exceptionally serious. "The only person you can seduce is me."

Yu Jiuyuan looked into his eyes, which were so close to hers, and saw her reflection in them, clear and profound.

She suddenly smiled, reached out and hugged his neck, and kissed him.

“That’s not necessarily true,” she whispered against his lips, a hint of mischief in her voice. “Maybe one day I’ll get tired of it.”

"Then I will make sure you can never leave me."

Rong Shenghan's voice was deep and firm, carrying a domineering air of certainty.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, enveloping the two embracing figures in warmth.

The clinginess and deliberate seduction during illness are just another back-and-forth contest in this game.

They all knew that once this game started, it would never end.