Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

When the kiss ended, Shen Yating abruptly turned her head, her chest heaving violently, her breathing rapid and erratic.

She raised her hand and wiped her lips forcefully, over and over again, muttering "pui pui pui" indistinctly, her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes filled with both shame and anger.

"It's disgusting!" She turned her head away, her voice soft yet fierce, thick with a nasal tone. "My mouth is full of that taste! Cheng Zhe, you're so mean!"

As she spoke, she spat twice more, then lightly punched his chest, the force almost like a playful tantrum. "Is this how you treat your 'white moonlight'?!"

She cursed, but her body didn't actually move away. Instead, because of the kiss, her whole body was weak and powerless, and half of her smooth body was still pressed against Cheng Zhe.

Cheng Zhe chuckled softly, reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to turn her head, his eyes full of amusement: "What does it taste like?"

These words made Shen Yating both embarrassed and angry. She turned her head to avoid his touch, but he held her even tighter. All she could do was glare at him and say, "You're just so mean!"

As if suddenly remembering something, her tone instantly became serious, even somewhat urgent. She reached out and grabbed his wrist, gripping it tightly: "But you can't go back on your word! You promised me you'd grant me one request if I took the initiative!"

He stopped teasing her and said directly, "I know, it's just about paying off debts."

Shen Yating was stunned, her eyes widening, her face still flushed with embarrassment and anger, her voice tinged with barely perceptible panic: "You knew all along?"

She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing slightly, and her voice lowered: "I...I haven't said anything yet."

To her surprise, he guessed it right away. The embarrassment of having her thoughts exposed made her want to bury her head in the sand again.

Cheng Zhe chuckled softly, turned to lie down on his side, and pulled her into his arms: "Your thoughts are written all over your face!"

His words were blunt and left no room for sarcasm, but they carried no hint of mockery; they were simply stating a self-evident fact.

Shen Yating leaned against him, her cheeks burning. She pursed her lips awkwardly, not daring to look up at him.

Cheng Zhe reassured her: "Don't worry, I'll transfer 100,000 yuan to you later to give you some breathing room."

"Really?" Shen Yating looked up at him, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but that surprise was quickly replaced by heavy embarrassment, and she quickly lowered her head and buried it in his chest.

She realized that Cheng Zhe was right. She had sought him out because of money, and he was only willing to help her because she obeyed him and stayed with him.

Their relationship was clearly that of lovers, each getting what they wanted.

She abandoned her shame to stay by his side for money, and he tolerated her quirks and satisfied her needs for his own amusement.

Having figured this out, Shen Yating felt as if all her strength had been drained away. She simply leaned quietly against him, feeling only a faint sense of loneliness and embarrassment. Even her breathing became much lighter.

Cheng Zhe noticed the change in her emotions and sensed the bittersweet feeling in her heart. He tightened his arms and hugged her even closer.

"Don't worry, you're my ideal woman, and I have feelings for you!"

"Don't be afraid," Cheng Zhe's voice was low and husky, slowly falling against her earlobe.

Take your time.

Shen Yating's whole body was tense, her cheeks still flushed, but the shyness in her eyes had faded considerably.

This position was so novel; she had never experienced it before. It made her feel somewhat uncomfortable, her body stiff and afraid to move: "I...I don't know how...I've never done this before..."

Cheng Zhe chuckled softly, his tone seductive: "What can't you do? Just follow your instincts, you have to try."

She bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and slowly tried.

After a period of intense pleasure, Shen Yating collapsed into Cheng Zhe's arms, her body completely exhausted. Her cheeks were flushed with the afterglow, her breathing was still a little rapid, and she was filled with a lazy weariness.

Cheng Zhe gently patted her back, slowly got up, picked up the clothes scattered to the side, and put them on slowly and deliberately.

He walked to the window, took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly exhaled smoke rings.

He turned his head to look at the bed. Shen Yating was already wrapped in the quilt and curled up into a small ball, with only her fluffy head showing. She was looking at him with a slightly dazed look in her eyes, and her cheeks were still flushed.

Just then, the cell phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Cheng Zhe frowned slightly, and the smile in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a complex and unreadable expression. He hadn't expected Chen Fengping to call at this time.

Hearing the phone ring, Shen Yating looked curiously at the phone in Cheng Zhe's hand and whispered, "Who is it?"

Cheng Zhe, a cigarette between his fingers, said casually in a flat tone, "Chen Fengping."

"Chen Fengping?" Shen Yating repeated the name, and the languid weariness that had been lingering in her eyes faded away instantly.

The flush on her face faded slightly, replaced by an undisguised displeasure.

Images from high school uncontrollably surfaced: Chen Fengping staring at him nakedly as they passed each other in the corridor, and the photos of the two school beauties side by side on the confession wall.

Some classmates even whispered among themselves, "Is Shen Yating prettier, or Chen Fengping?"

She was already annoyed with Chen Fengping back then, and now Chen Fengping had to call Cheng Zhe at this very moment, right after they had just been intimate. A wave of bitterness welled up in her heart, making her feel suffocated.

She didn't ask any more questions, nor did she look at Cheng Zhe again. She just burrowed into the blanket, wrapped herself up tightly, and buried her head in the pillow.

Immediately, Chen Fengping's broken sobs came from the other end of the phone; her panic was palpable even through the receiver: "Cheng Zhe! Waaah... Cheng Zhe, please save me! I've been scammed! I don't want to live anymore!"

She sobbed uncontrollably, her words broken and fragmented: "I'm desperate! Zhao Yu... Zhao Yu went back to Australia! He blocked all my contact methods! I can't find him!"

Cheng Zhe leaned against the window, his cigarette burning down to almost nothing, the ash gently settling on the windowsill. He listened calmly, not interrupting, only giving a soft "hmm" to signal her to continue.

As if grasping at a last straw, Chen Fengping tearfully poured out the whole story: "Before, I accompanied Zhao Yu to meet a lot of old classmates, and... just like that day when I had dinner with you, they all thought we were together!"

"Now that Zhao Yu has run away, those people can't find him, so they're all coming after me for money!"

"I invested all my savings, and now I have nothing left!"

"Cheng Zhe, you were the one who reminded me back then! I only trust you now, can't you come and keep me company?"