She knew exactly how to manipulate this perfectionist prey.
What he wanted was not an abundance of tenderness, but a unique, exclusive mark, like the engraving on this specimen, hidden yet profound.
Xie Zhecheng looked at the small print on the specimen, then suddenly looked up and kissed her.
This kiss was much more restrained than last night's, yet it carried an unmistakable tenderness, like kissing a rare treasure.
“Yu Jiuyuan,” he whispered on her lips, his voice carrying a devotion he himself was unaware of, “Don’t let me find out that this isn’t the only one.”
"No, I won't." She returned his kiss, but a cold smile flickered in her eyes.
only?
That word never existed in her world.
She can give Xie Zhecheng a unique rose specimen, Rong Shenghan her unique tenderness, Ji Luoqin her exclusive provocation, and Yuan Xu her unique indulgence.
That's the skill of a top hunter: making every prey feel special.
The sun was shining brightly as I left the club activity room.
Yu Jiuyuan looked at the message Rong Shenghan had sent on her phone.
"Don't wait for me tonight, get some rest." Suddenly, I felt like I was getting better and better at this game.
She turned and walked towards the school gate, her pinky ring shimmering in the sunlight, reflecting the innocence and madness in her eyes.
Whether it's Rong Shenghan, who obediently stays at home waiting for her, or Xie Zhecheng, who holds a rose specimen, they are nothing more than pawns in her palm, moving step by step towards the final outcome called "decline" according to her rhythm.
All she had to do was stand in the center of the chessboard and enjoy this grand game that she was in charge of.
As for preference?
Maybe so.
But so what?
Her favoritism always carried a thorn, capable of both gently enveloping and precisely wounding.
Just like the rose pastry recipe in her pocket right now, and the rose specimen she gave to Xie Zhecheng, they are all carefully calculated "exclusive" recipes.
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