I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Almost instinctively, Cecilia curled her fingers slightly, wanting to grasp the hand that brought her such a wonderful feeling and hold it tightly.

But Gu Yan quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been burned.

"Miss Cecilia... are you alright?"

He endured the excruciating pain and dizziness churning in his head, cold sweat beading on his forehead, barely managing to maintain his composure, his voice strained.

Zhang Zihao, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it.

just……

Is Miss Chen, who is always dignified and aloof, perhaps...?

It made a strange sound?

The script that Master Gu arranged this time...

Was it prepared for him personally?

What about Bai Zikong?!

Cecilia also snapped back to her senses.

Thinking about how she had uncontrollably groaned just now, she gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly with her hands hidden in her sleeves, her ears burning hot.

What's wrong with me?!

No...that's not right! I can't blame myself!

The problem lies with Gu Yan!

That incredibly comforting feeling that struck his very soul came from the spot he touched!

The top psychological counselor in Daxia...

Is this how illnesses are treated?

But this is just too embarrassing...

Now is not the time to delve into this. Her icy blue eyes flashed with embarrassment and anger as she abruptly turned to look at Zhang Zihao, who stood dumbfounded beside her.

Zhang Zihao felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze, and cold sweat poured down his back.

His mind went blank, and he blurted out, "Ah! I... my stomach hurts! It suddenly hurts so much!"

"I must have eaten something bad this morning! I didn't see anything! I didn't hear anything!"

"Ms. Chen, Master Gu, please continue your conversation! I need to use the restroom!"

After saying that, he didn't look back, scrambled out of the private room, and slammed the door shut.

Only Gu Yan and Cecilia remained in the private room.

Gu Yan was speechless. Just how cowardly was Zhang Zihao to leave her to fight alone?

Back to Cecilia, no matter how aloof and mature she may seem, she is still just a twenty-year-old girl.

The unprecedented, instinctive reaction she had just experienced left her feeling both ashamed and annoyed, and she didn't know what to say for a moment, making the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

"Distinguished guests, please be seated. The charity auction is now beginning."

Just then, in the center of the auction hall, came the clear and calm voice of the middle-aged maid, Aunt Tian.

Gu Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems Chen Sinian reacted quickly and started ahead of schedule.

The situation has become so chaotic that the female lead has run into the director's private room, and the host has been changed. It's definitely better to start as soon as possible to avoid any more problems.

On this point, he reluctantly gave Chen Sinian a little extra credit.

One by one, the items were displayed and bids were placed.

Cecilia unconsciously rubbed her fingertips, which Gu Yan had just touched, as if she could still feel the strange sensation and the warmth that followed.

But she immediately realized her mistake, quickly stopped, and coughed twice to cover it up.

She turned to Gu Yan, trying to keep her voice as calm as usual: "Master Gu Yan, did you come to the auction with something in mind?"

"Miss Cecilia's hands...are very white and soft, I'm very satisfied."

Gu Yan leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering deliberately on her face and body, and answered with a smile.

He's reinforcing his image as a pervert.

The moment the words fell—

The air in the private room suddenly seemed to freeze slightly.

The crystal ashtray on the coffee table next to it even emitted a buzzing vibration and swayed slightly from side to side!

Gu Yan's heart tightened, and she looked at Cecilia.

A suspicious blush rose on the girl's cheeks, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

Her beautiful, icy blue eyes were now fixed on him, filled with obvious embarrassment and annoyance.

Gu Yan suddenly remembered.

The person in front of us is not only a patient in need of treatment, but also a genuine S-class superhuman!

I've gone too far with this persona. If I really piss her off, I might actually be heading to meet the King of Hell sooner than expected!

He immediately sat up straight, adopted a more serious tone, and quickly added, "Ahem... just kidding."

"Actually, I'm quite interested in a painting. It's a small portrait oil painting by a 17th-century Italian female painter."

Cecilia stared at him for a few seconds before the invisible pressure in the private room slowly dissipated.

"Master Gu Yan... also likes oil painting?"

"I know a little bit."

Gu Yan replied, then quickly added, "It's just a personal hobby," as she felt the other person's gaze still on her face.

Cecilia looked at Gu Yan, a faint ripple flashing in her icy blue eyes.

She spoke, her voice a little softer than before: "If Master Gu Yan likes oil paintings..."

"You can stay at our Chen family's house for a few more days. I can... teach you."

After saying this, she herself was taken aback.

She clearly loathed men getting close to her.

Ever since being deceived by Lin Yan, she has come to believe that behind every man's kindness there may be ulterior motives.

But the Gu Yan in front of me... is different.

First of all, he doesn't look aggressive.

He was sickly, pale, and thin, like a piece of glass that would shatter at the slightest touch.

This weakness, ironically, made her feel less pressured.

more importantly……

The warmth and comfort that struck her soul when her fingertips touched her just now was something she had never experienced before. It was like a clear spring suddenly flowing into parched, cracked earth.

It made her subconsciously...

I feel a little nostalgic.

Although she kept telling her father that she was fine and not sick.

But she knew that her heart was like a glass filled with water, ready to burst at any moment, ready to freeze and shatter completely. She had reached her limit.

And... she had to admit, she really...

I want to experience that feeling again.

So comfortable...

Gu Yan replied to her invitation with that frivolous smile, "I'll definitely go if I have the chance."

Screw you!

Once Bai Zikong and you get on the right track, I'll immediately take the money and take Grandpa to South Africa to retire!

With Chen Sinian's 10 billion, life is going to be wonderful. Who has time to play the love-hate relationship with you novel protagonists?

but……

Before leaving, I should remind Bai Zikong to be careful of Lin Yan, that green tea bitch.

Gu Yan felt nauseous just thinking about Lin Yan's hypocritical and pretentious manner as described in the book.

Just as he was lost in thought, a small portrait of a 17th-century Italian female painter was carefully brought up to the auction stage by a hostess.

The light shone on the delicate brushstrokes and warm colors.

Gu Yan immediately snapped out of her daze and quickly glanced at Cecilia beside her out of the corner of her eye.

Sure enough, the girl's breathing quickened almost imperceptibly the moment she saw the painting.

Ice-blue eyes stared intently at the canvas, long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Her exquisite profile, with its mixed-race features, is as beautiful as a painting under the light and shadow.

Inside the auction hall, the actors who knew the inside story unconsciously lowered their voices, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

They all knew.

The most crucial climax in Master Gu Yan's script is coming!