A single sentence sent the atmosphere in the private room soaring to a small climax.
The male models were all experts at hyping up the mood.
They all whooped and cheered!
Huo Tingshen usually didn’t drink.
But now, after mixing beer with hard liquor, his head was spinning.
Seeing Xie Guanyan about to embrace Lin Mo,
he was so jealous he could practically crawl on the floor to trip Xie Guanyan up!
His wife was gone, and now these two were getting all sweet and cozy!
Shen Yihan frowned slightly, his left hand idly twisting the Buddhist prayer beads around his right wrist.
His phone, placed on the coffee table, lit up with a notification.
He opened it—a WeChat message from his fourth brother:
[Second Brother, how’s the situation now?]
Shen Yihan took a deep breath and typed his reply: [Everything’s normal.]
Just then, another message popped up.
This one was from his third brother.
Lately, he’d been keeping his distance to avoid slipping up in their conversations.
But his brother had clearly noticed something was off and sent a pointed question:
[Shen Yihan! Are you dating someone? I’ve heard of people forgetting their mothers when they fall in love, but forgetting their brothers? That’s a first!]
Shen Yihan, his prayer beads still in hand, typed back: [No.]
He wasn’t the one dating—his sister was about to be!
The reply came quickly, as if his brother had just finished work:
[Got it. You’ve become a monk and started cutting ties with family.]
Shen Yihan sighed and typed: [When exactly does your tour end?]
Shen Sizhan shot back: [A monk like you shouldn’t meddle in worldly affairs.]
Shen Yihan rubbed his temples. [Which day?]
No response.
Clearly, his brother was now sulking in that prideful way of his.
This KTV was one of the most upscale in Beijing.
Expensive, with top-notch sound systems.
Even the lighting was customizable.
A cheerful male model directed a spotlight onto Xie Guanyan.
Lin Mo didn’t notice the aloof "Buddha of Beijing" fiddling with his phone.
Her eyes were fixed solely on the gorgeous man walking toward her!
The light haloed his head, making him glow. The tea-colored mole on the bridge of his nose shimmered breathtakingly.
All surrounding noise seemed to fade away.
Lin Mo could only hear the thunderous pounding of her own heartbeat.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Even drunk, Zhao Ziling was determined to secure some perks for her best friend.
A man this handsome—better to taste than waste!
Grinning, she stepped aside, leaving the center stage to the pair.
As Xie Guanyan drew closer, Lin Mo’s heart raced faster.
Maybe it was the crowd, but her pulse was even wilder than when she’d watched him shower!
She couldn’t even imagine how she’d react if he were walking toward her naked right now!
Her shameless imagination was running rampant again.
By now, the man stood right before her. With gentlemanly grace, he said, "Forgive the intrusion."
"No intrusion at all! It’s just a game!" Lin Mo laughed, feigning ease while her hands fidgeted nervously.
At that moment, the lights dimmed perfectly.
Lin Mo’s breath hitched.
She assumed he’d do what she’d done earlier with Zhao Ziling and Auntie Zhen—
squat slightly, wrap his arms around her legs with brute strength,
then lift her off the ground as he stood.
She braced herself for the feel of his lean, powerful arms encircling her thighs.
But then—
The tall, long-legged man suddenly dropped to one knee before her.
Gazing up, his voice softened. "Sit here."
Lin Mo blinked, momentarily stunned by his striking features—his sharp nose, his captivating face. "Sit where?"
Only then did she notice the muscular arm he’d extended.
Internally, Lin Mo screamed like a giddy fangirl.
Ahhh! Where else would I sit?!
With everyone watching, you can’t possibly mean your face!
Rein it in, you perv—the cops are everywhere!
The entire room was watching them now.
Xie Guanyan kneeling? Everyone was floored.
This kind of carry?
But it was obvious—this method was the most comfortable for the person being lifted.
So considerate!
Lin Mo’s question, however, sent a few minds spiraling into the gutter.
Most assumed she simply hadn’t seen clearly in the dim light and was genuinely asking.
Only Zhao Ziling stood to the side, smirking.
This girl’s gonna eat well later.
And Xie Guanyan? Even better.
Huo Tingshen’s eyes flashed with disdain.
Kneeling? So desperate. Xie Guanyan’s beyond saving.
He itched to snap a photo and show all of Beijing’s elite this pathetic display.
Lin Mo, flustered, quickly corrected herself before Xie Guanyan could respond. "Your arm, right?"
Xie Guanyan’s other arm hung loosely behind him. Behind his silver-framed glasses, his gaze was unreadable as he nodded. "Mm."
Her heart erratic, Lin Mo stiffly turned and shifted her weight.
Her backside gingerly settled onto his forearm.
Xie Guanyan wore a short-sleeved shirt today.
Instantly, heat seared through the fabric of her pants.
Lin Mo nearly jolted upright.
So warm!
But she held herself still.
Opportunities like this—openly indulging in his allure—were rare!
"Hold on tight," his deep, velvety voice murmured in the shadows, slightly rough. "Put your arms around my neck."
Like feathers brushing her ears, it sent shivers down her spine.
Once she processed his words, Lin Mo clenched her thighs, her throat dry. "Okay."
But her arms felt leaden.
So many people watching…
Embarrassment prickled her skin.
Xie Guanyan didn’t rush her. He waited patiently as her arms slowly rose to loop around his neck.
Lin Mo might talk a big game, but in action, she was still a timid novice.
He worried one day he might truly startle her.
Normally, Xie Guanyan would be a thousand times more nervous than Lin Mo.
But tonight, the alcohol had loosened his restraint, emboldening him.
The moment her weight settled against him, his entire body burned. Blood surged elsewhere.
Not wanting to hold up the game, Lin Mo steeled herself.
Her slender arms finally locked around his neck, her upper body pressing against his chest.
So firm. So springy.
Her inner perv rejoiced.
Xie Guanyan didn’t linger either.
With a powerful push from his legs, he stood effortlessly, muscles taut beneath her.
This close, her fragrance enveloped him—intoxicating.
For a dizzying second, he felt like he was floating on clouds.
Perched on his arm, Lin Mo now towered slightly over him.
The contrast was striking—his broad shoulders and narrow waist, her delicate frame.
In the low light, their silhouettes alone were a visual feast.
She looked down; he gazed up.
Her ponytail swayed gently between them.
The scene could’ve been ripped from a romance manga, thick with unspoken tension.
Click!
Zhao Ziling captured the moment on her phone, whispering appreciatively,
"Tsk. The way they’re looking at each other—you could spoon with that tension."
