After Wang Shuyao finished speaking, she reached out and took off the gold-rimmed glasses from Wen Zhe's face. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, turned her head, and put his slightly reddened earlobe into her mouth.
In that instant, Wen Zhe felt as if his mind had been blown apart, and all his rationality vanished in an instant.
Wang Shuyao, like a kitten, gently licked his ear, then slowly moved along it to his cool lips.
Their words mingled once more, their eyes blazing with intense desire.
They had somehow ended up in the bedroom, their clothes now disheveled.
Wang Shuyao kept calling Wen Zhe's name through her teeth. Wen Zhe slowly pulled away from Wang Shuyao's soft, sweet lips, his breath ragged, and said to her in a low, seductive voice:
"You'll regret this; you seduced me first."
A ripple of emotion surged within Wang Shuyao. At this moment, she was exceptionally clear-headed, letting out a soft moan as she murmured alluring words.
"Wen Zhe, I love you. Let me be your woman."
Wen Zhe could no longer control himself. He pulled Wang Shuyao into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately. His hands began to roam over her body, exploring every inch of her skin.
Wang Shuyao's breathing became more and more rapid. Feeling Wen Zhe's passion, her body trembled involuntarily.
Just then, Wen Zhe gently placed her on the bed, then leaned over and pressed himself against her...
Wen Zhe's eyes were filled with longing as he slowly unbuttoned Wang Shuyao's clothes, revealing her fair skin.
Wang Shuyao's heart raced. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling Wen Zhe's breath. Wen Zhe's lips gently kissed Wang Shuyao's forehead and the tip of her nose, finally landing on her lips.
Their bodies gradually warmed up, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the room.
Wen Zhe's hand caressed the curves of Wang Shuyao's body, bringing a tingling, electric sensation.
Wang Shuyao couldn't help but moan softly; her voice rose and fell, like heavenly music.
As Wen Zhe's movements became more intense, Wang Shuyao's breathing became increasingly rapid.
At that moment, they seemed to forget everything, leaving only their most primal desires...
The next day.
When Wang Shuyao woke up, she found herself lying naked on an unfamiliar bed, but the room was filled with a familiar scent.
She rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself up, but suddenly felt a cold gaze fall on her.
She slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was Wen Zhe's handsome but expressionless face. His eyes were so cold that they sent chills down her spine, and he was staring straight at her.
Wang Shuyao's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks instantly flushed crimson.
She stammered, "Professor Wen... good morning... you're awake?"
Her voice trembled slightly with nervousness and fear, as if she could hear her own heartbeat.
Wen Zhe did not answer, but simply stared at her quietly, his narrow eyes revealing an indescribable emotion.
Wang Shuyao felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze, and unconsciously gripped the blanket tightly, trying to hide her inner turmoil.
She quickly looked away, not daring to meet Wen Zhe's eyes again, and wondered to herself: Did he regret what happened last night?
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and said in a composed manner, "That...about last night..."
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Zhe interrupted her: "Wang Shuyao, don't forget the promise you made to me last night."
His attitude remained as cold as ever, which made Wang Shuyao's heart ache slightly.
Of course she hadn't forgotten, but at this moment, faced with the other party's cold attitude, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
However, she still forced a smile and nodded, "Of course I haven't forgotten..."
At this moment, Wen Zhe suddenly got up, put on his clothes, and without saying another word, turned and left the room.
Wang Shuyao watched his departing figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
She had thought that after last night, their relationship would change, at least it wouldn't be as cold as it is now.
"Maybe this is just a dream..."
Wang Shuyao muttered to herself, then got up, tidied herself up, and left the room that held so many memories for her.
Wang Shuyao returned home looking dejected, as if she had lost her soul.
She sat on the sofa, recalling her intimate moments with Wen Zhe last night, and felt a sharp pain in her heart.
In her mind, the words Wen Zhe had spoken to her before he asked her to speak to her the night before kept echoing.
"Wang Shuyao, this is your own doing. Listen carefully, I don't love you. I can make you my woman, but I won't love you, and I won't be with you. I'm giving you one last chance to leave. It's not too late for you to regret it..."
However, at that time, she was blinded by desire and also harbored a sliver of wishful thinking.
Maybe……
Will Wen Zhe's attitude towards her change after they have sex?
I never expected it to end like this.
That's truly heartbreaking.
Wang Shuyao gave a bitter smile; it seemed she had ultimately lost her gamble.
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