A secret tryst? Her brotherly love triangle backfired.

Chapter 160 "Give me a title."

With so much pent-up emotion needing to be released, and no one else around, they drank with great relaxation.

One cup each.

Neither of them could hold their liquor, and they quickly became somewhat tipsy.

Qian Qinglei slumped on the sofa and muttered, "Drinking like this is too monotonous. We need to invite a few people over to drink together."

Tang Wanwan responded to every question: "This is the capital city, we don't know anyone here."

Qian Qinglei sat up abruptly, leaned closer, and whispered, "This club looks pretty high-end, it should have male models, right?"

Tang Wanwan blinked. "...Male model?"

Seeing that she didn't understand, Qian Qinglei took out her phone, opened a short video, and soon a boy with six-pack abs appeared on the screen, lifting weights.

The abdominal muscles move with each movement.

Sweat beads slid down his forehead...

Quite impressive, vibrant and full of life.

Tang Wanwan glanced at it a few times, then looked at Qian Qinglei, "You..."

"I won't sleep!" Qian Qinglei declared righteously. "I'll just touch you, I won't do anything else."

Seeing her serious expression, which didn't seem like she was joking, Tang Wanwan, who was a little tipsy, also became interested. She quickly called over a waiter and asked, "Do you have any male models here?"

Holding Qian Qinglei's phone, she pointed to the man posing seductively on the screen, "I want the kind with abs."

The manager of the private room greeted us with a smile: "Please wait a moment."

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the other side.

The black Bentley moved steadily forward under the night sky.

Shen Zhixing, who had attended a banquet tonight and left early, leaned back in his chair with his eyes slightly lowered.

The car was extremely quiet.

The silence was broken by the vibration of the assistant's phone in the passenger seat.

The assistant quickly answered the phone, and after a moment, his expression turned somewhat strange.

He turned to look behind him and said softly, "It was a call from the club manager. He said Miss Tang wanted to order a few... to join in the fun."

Shen Zhixing frowned slightly. "What?"

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

The assistant could only repeat himself, steeling himself to ask, "Do you think we should install..."

The sound disappeared into Shen Zhixing's suddenly opened eyes.

The air inside the car froze instantly.

The assistant immediately understood and hurriedly made the call.

Male models are not allowed, and even female models are not permitted.

The driver was also very astute and suddenly increased the car's speed.

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When Shen Zhixing entered the private room, Tang Wanwan and Qian Qinglei were already passed out on the sofa from drinking.

They must have been truly drunk, because the two girls, who were always inseparable, each leaned to one side.

He walked straight toward Tang Wanwan.

A shadow fell over her, and Tang Wanwan blinked her hazy eyes. "...A male model?"

The male models have finally arrived?

Shen Zhixing: "..."

Beside her, Qian Qinglei, though drunk and confused, still had excellent hearing. Upon hearing "male model," she immediately perked up, jumped up from the sofa, and reached out to grab Shen Zhixing's arm.

He raised his hand to dodge, and the attack missed.

Shen Zhixing's assistant, who was following behind him, was unusually sensible and went to stop Qian Qinglei.

"The male model is over here," the assistant said, helping her to sit down on the other side of the private room. "What kind of male model does Miss Qian want? I'll get him for you."

Qian Qinglei was immediately appeased and took out her phone again.

Tang Wanwan also wanted to go and choose, but a man was already standing in front of her.

Shen Zhixing came directly from the banquet, dressed in formal attire.

He wore a navy blue shirt, buttoned all the way up, without a tie, which just revealed his slightly protruding Adam's apple. Black trousers hugged his long legs, making him look tall and slender.

Standing straight in front of you, it makes it impossible to look away.

Tang Wanwan, who was lying down, could not see his face, but she felt that this person was very oppressive.

He looks intimidating. Shouldn't male models be service-oriented?

So arrogant?

Tang Wanwan reached out and beckoned, "Squat down a little, let me see your face."

He was quite drunk, and his speech was somewhat slurred.

Shen Zhixing obeyed the instructions and slowly squatted down.

His handsome and gentle face was displayed before her without reservation.

Tang Wanwan blinked. "...Why does he look so familiar?"

Shen Zhixing pursed his lips slightly, "Then take another good look."

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head and moved closer, and in an instant, the two were very close.

Eyes facing each other.

A faint smile appeared on his face as he asked the tipsy girl, "Do you like it?"

The sound was very soft, as if afraid of waking something.

His eyes were deep and mysterious, seemingly containing endless emotions, inviting people to explore them.

Tang Wanwan was somewhat bewitched and reached out to touch his face, saying, "He's quite handsome."

She likes beautiful things.

Shen Zhixing's smile deepened.

Only when you're drunk can you hear the truth.

He leaned down, bringing his face closer so she could touch him properly.

Tang Wanwan finally sensed the male model's docility and began touching him without any restraint.

She traced her fingers from his brow to the bridge of his nose, then slowly slid down to his lips.

Her lips are very soft and have a beautiful shape.

As if she had stumbled upon some novel toy, her fingertips lingered on it for a long time, only to make Shen Zhixing's eyes darken inch by inch, almost to the point of dripping ink.

The drunkard had no intention of seducing him, but he was so worthless that he was about to lose control.

Shen Zhixing held his breath, his head unconsciously moving closer and closer.

Want to kiss her.

But he didn't dare get too close and stopped about a finger's width away.

After Tang Wanwan poked at his lips for a while, she slightly raised her chin and pressed her lips against his.

It's a good thing. She can kiss it, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

At worst, she can just pay for it.

That's what she thought.

But Shen Zhixing was not like that.

The soft touch on his lips sent a jolt through his mind.

He instinctively grabbed the back of her neck and returned the kiss fiercely.

Desires suppressed for too long, once unleashed, transform into a surging tide of passion that can no longer be contained.

The kiss was fierce and urgent.

Tang Wanwan unconsciously struggled, but he pulled her tightly into his arms.

There was soft, slow music playing from the speakers, but she could still hear the man's Adam's apple bobbing in front of her.

Shedding all pretense, his desires are laid bare in a straightforward and reckless manner.

It possesses an irresistible allure.

Tang Wanwan was not able to handle it.

Alcohol-induced brain damage leaves reason practically nonexistent; this kiss completely obliterates that reason.

Her hand moved down his chest to pull at his shirt.

When she finally touched the firm abdominal muscles, she paused for a moment, then quickly placed her palm on them.

The cool touch traveled down her lower abdomen, snapping Shen Zhixing out of his surging desire and grabbing her wrist.

Tang Wanwan struggled for a moment, but to no avail. She frowned and was about to speak when he sealed her lips with his.

Shen Zhixing was addicted to kissing her, holding her lips in his mouth, unwilling to let go, and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Want to touch me?"

Tang Wanwan tilted her head back and let him kiss her, letting out a soft "hmm" through her nose.

“But Wanwan, you have to take responsibility for touching me,” Shen Zhixing released her wrist, stared at the girl with hazy, drunken eyes, and coaxed softly, “Give me a title.”

...status?
(End of this chapter)