The dark red cheongsam glowed unusually vivid under the light.
Like lips painted with lipstick.
Lin Wanyi had no idea what Liu Renzhi meant.
She asked instinctively:
"Now? Try on this cheongsam?
"Do you want me to wear it for my birthday party that day?"
Liu Renzhi's gaze burned intensely as it settled on Lin Wanyi:
"No, I just want you to put it on for me now.
"Wanyi, the moment I saw it in the shop, I knew it was perfect for you.
"I knew you'd look stunning in it.
"Put it on for me, will you? Just for me to see."
Even Lin Wanyi, slow as she was, finally caught on.
No wonder she'd noticed Liu Renzhi staring at that dress in the shop for several seconds.
She had liked it too, at the time—but the slit was too high.
Almost up to her thigh.
So she'd let it go.
Now, Liu Renzhi's meaning couldn't have been clearer.
Just a bit of romantic play between lovers.
She hesitated.
It was too soon—they hadn't reached that stage yet.
But seeing the longing in his eyes, she couldn't bear to refuse.
He was thirty-five, healthy in both body and mind.
It was perfectly normal for him to have such needs.
Lin Wanyi wavered.
Liu Renzhi waited anxiously for her verdict.
He felt a little perverted.
When Lin Wanyi had been trying on that black velvet dress in the shop, he'd felt an overwhelming urge to tear her skirt off.
He'd barely held himself back.
His composed exterior was sheer willpower.
Now he was like a fish laid out on a chopping board, awaiting Lin Wanyi's judgment.
Or perhaps her mercy.
He never imagined that he—someone decisive in business who never begged anyone—would be so humbly awaiting Lin Wanyi's decision.
He nervously scuffed his toes, genuinely afraid she'd think he was a pervert.
But he clearly was one now.
A starving wolf.
A starving wolf desperate to devour Lin Wanyi whole.
The clock on the wall ticked away.
The villa was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Sweat broke out on Liu Renzhi's back.
He regretted it and felt he had been too forward.
Though they were adults, they weren't married yet.
Fear crept in—he was terrified of scaring her away again.
Just as he was about to say "forget it," Lin Wanyi spoke softly:
"I'll, take a shower first?
"Walking all day, I've sweated—I'd ruin such a beautiful dress."
Liu Renzhi was overcome with relief.
He felt as if he'd just survived torment.
"Okay, I'll run the bath for you."
He adjusted the water to the perfect temperature and left the bathroom:
"Take your time."
He dared not look at her, nervous as a hormone-driven teenager.
The moment Lin Wanyi closed the door, he quickly placed an order on his phone.
Only then did it dawn on him: all day in his heat, he'd forgotten to prepare the most basic essentials.
He cursed himself inwardly—such a fool, with no experience at all.
While waiting for the delivery, he fidgeted restlessly, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom.
After all, this was his first time. Would Lin Wanyi despise him?
How could he perform well?
What should he even do?
What were the steps?
A thousand thoughts galloped through his mind, while his face stayed as placid as still water, phone in hand.
He considered searching online for how to behave on a first time.
But he put the phone down as soon as he picked it up.
Such matters weren't seriously discussed online, were they?
After all, it was such a private thing.
He sat on the sofa, unable to settle down, while Lin Wanyi, too, was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts in the bathtub.
The water temperature was just right.
She scrubbed her body, bit by bit.
This was a natural progression, and she wasn’t resisting it.
But she was still a woman.
She still had her pride, her hesitation.
She soaked until the water went cold, then rinsed herself all over one last time.
Finally, she reached for the cheongsam.
After fastening each button one by one, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.
It was her first time wearing a cheongsam, and even she felt a flutter of fascination.
So beautiful.
She stood behind the door and called out to Liu Renzhi:
“I’m done washing. Can I dry my hair?”
Hearing her voice, Liu Renzhi snapped out of his daydream.
He fumbled through several cabinets before finally finding the hairdryer.
That’s when Lin Wanyi opened the door.
For the first time, Liu Renzhi truly understood what it meant to see a beauty as fresh as lotus from the water.
Lin Wanyi wore no jewelry, no accessories—completely bare-faced, not a hint of makeup.
Her hair clung to her shoulders, damp and tousled.
Her face was flushed pink from the bath.
The cheongsam hugged her perfect figure just right.
Liu Renzhi’s gaze burned as it fell on her.
He started at the top and trailed down, finally lingering on the long side slit where her pale thigh showed.
He made no effort to hide it, letting his raw desire bare itself to Lin Wanyi.
He wanted her. He wanted to devour her.
He wanted...
Lin Wanyi walked barefoot over to him:
“Do I look good?”
“Yes,” he said, almost stammering.
But Lin Wanyi added, “Can you help me dry my hair first?”
Startled, Liu Renzhi fumbled to plug in the hairdryer.
His fingers worked through her soft hair.
The scent wafted up—not body wash, not shampoo.
It was Lin Wanyi’s natural scent.
It intoxicated him, dizzied him.
It finally shattered the last of his restraint.
He couldn’t hold back any longer.
The hairdryer was only half done when it slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor.
He knelt in front of her.
Lin Wanyi saw how reverently he looked at her, his eyes rimmed with red. She knew this man had held back far too long.
Her heart ached for him. She couldn’t bear to tease him or keep him waiting anymore.
Today, she would let him taste the pinnacle of bliss.
So she leaned in and kissed his Adam’s apple.
The next moment,
Liu Renzhi grabbed her head like a crazed lion, pinning her in place.
A torrent of kisses crashed down on Lin Wanyi like a tidal wave.
He was parched, so unbearably parched.
He needed her to quench the restlessness in his soul.
That fierce kiss seemed to stretch on for an eternity.
Until a knock at the door made Lin Wanyi jolt, and she curled into Liu Renzhi’s arms:
“Someone’s looking for you?”
He lifted her and set her on the sofa:
“It’s okay. Wait for me.”
A minute later, he came back, holding a pharmacy bag.
Lin Wanyi frowned: “Are you sick?”
Liu Renzhi opened the bag, and a box of ultra-thin condoms appeared before her.
Her face flushed even deeper: “You...”
She wanted to say he was thinking about buying that even now, but the words never made it out.
Liu Renzhi pulled her onto his lap again and kissed her deeply, again and again.
Finally, he carried her back to the bathroom and set her on the sink counter:
“Wait for me to wash up.
“Alright?”
Lin Wanyi thought he was a bit crazy.
He would wash, and she was supposed to watch?
How embarrassing.
But Liu Renzhi had already locked the door and stripped off his shirt.
Perfection—eight-pack abs—hit her like a thunderbolt.
She quickly covered her eyes with her hands:
"You..."
It was too explicit.
But Liu Renzhi pulled her hands away again:
"I'm your man. Look at me openly."
"You're so shameless."
Lin Wanyi finally blurted out:
"I thought you were a composed, calm, and steady man.
"I never imagined, never imagined you'd be so..."
She trailed off, but Liu Renzhi, still glistening with water droplets, nibbled on her earlobe:
"One day you'll learn that your man can shine in the living room, cook in the kitchen, and even more..."
He deliberately drew out his words:
"Even more... perform in the bedroom..."
