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

The scene depicts a dimly lit bedroom with a view of countless homes illuminated by the lights of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A woman lay on the bed, covered only by a thin silk quilt.

The folds of the blanket outlined the curves of her body, every undulation clearly visible.

The camera slowly pans up from her ankles, down her calves, knees, thighs, waist, and chest.

Every inch of the scene was filmed extremely slowly and in great detail, as if deliberately magnifying something.

Gu Yan's lips twitched. What the hell is this movie? Who arranged it?

He turned his head and looked around, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

But he had a feeling that there were more than just the three of them in the screening room.

There's definitely someone watching this place from somewhere.

Shen Youwei leaned back in her chair, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the large screen.

The light from the screen shone on her face, flickering and obscuring her expression.

She suddenly moved, got up from the chair, and sat directly on Gu Yan's lap.

The movements were very natural, just as natural as before, as if they had been rehearsed many times.

She leaned against him, her head resting on his chest, her bloodshot eyes half-closed.

"This is comfortable. The chair is too hard and it hurts."

Her voice was soft and lazy, as if she were explaining something trivial.

Gu Yan froze again, unsure of what to do with her hands.

Shen Youwei's body was very soft, and the feeling of leaning against him was wonderful.

Her long black hair cascaded over his chest, the ends brushing against the back of his hand, tickling him.

The cool, sweet scent wafted into my nose, even stronger than when I was in the coffee shop.

The movie on the big screen continued, but the images were becoming increasingly strange.

The woman in the bedroom sat up, and the silk quilt slipped off her shoulders.

The camera gave a close-up of her back, revealing a faint tattoo on her fair skin.

The tattoo extends from the shoulder blade to the waist like a winding vine.

The vines and leaves shimmered faintly in the light, as if they were alive.

A man's hand reached in from off-screen, his fingers landing on the tattoo.

Starting from the shoulder blade, slowly slide down along the veins of the vine.

The woman's body trembled slightly where her fingertips touched.

She tilted her head back, revealing a section of her slender neck, and her throat bobbed slightly.

Gu Yan's eyes widened. This wasn't just ambiguous; it was blatantly skirting the line.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, forcing himself not to look at the screen.

But the screening room is only so big, and the screen is only so big. If you don't watch the screen, you can only watch Shen Youwei.

Shen Youwei was leaning against him, her bloodshot eyes half-closed as she looked at the screen.

Her breathing was light and even, her chest rising and falling slightly with each breath.

Gu Yan's gaze had nowhere to rest, so she could only stare at the ceiling.

There was nothing on the ceiling except for a few fire sprinklers and a black speaker.

Fu Wanqing sat next to her, as if she were nailed to the chair.

Her eyes were fixed on the big screen, but she couldn't see anything.

She had no interest in what the couple on the screen were doing.

Her entire attention was on the right, on Gu Yan and Shen Youwei.

Shen Youwei sat on Gu Yan's lap, leaning against him, their bodies pressed together.

Gu Yan placed her hand on the armrest, only a few centimeters away from Shen Youwei's waist.

Fu Wanqing held the cola cup, her fingers gently stroking the inside of the cup.

She had an indescribable feeling in her heart; it wasn't anger, nor was it jealousy.

It's more like a sense of loss, an uncomfortable feeling of being ignored.

She was the one who dragged Gu Yan out of the secret realm; she was the one who saved his life.

When he stood covered in blood next to the corpses of the Iron Clan, she was the one who supported him.

When his eyes were bleeding, he was unable to stand steadily with his eyes closed, and she carried him outside.

She took care of him at the Fu family home, made soup for him, accompanied him to stroll in the garden, and helped him walk.

She did so much, but as soon as Shen Youwei appeared, she became a bystander.

He sat beside them, watching their intimacy, watching Shen Youwei sit on his lap and lean against him.

All she could do was hold her Coke cup, pretending to be watching a movie, pretending not to care.

Fu Wanqing bit her lip, a complex light flashing in her amber eyes.

She didn't like Gu Yan, not in that way; she just felt uncomfortable.

Why should someone else take away the person I saved and took care of?

It felt like painstakingly growing a potted plant, watering it, fertilizing it, and letting it bask in the sun every day.

The flower bloomed, but someone else picked it, not even letting her glance at it.

She took a deep breath, placed the Coke cup on the armrest, and crossed her arms over her chest.

The movie on the big screen reached an even more outrageous segment.

The couple moved from the bedroom to the bathroom, where steam filled the air and the glass was covered in condensation.

The figures of two people were faintly visible behind the frosted glass; their outlines were blurry, but it was clear what they were doing.

The sound of rushing water, mixed with low breathing, was exceptionally clear in the quiet screening room.

Gu Yan was completely dumbfounded. Who the hell arranged this film?

He clearly chose a normal romance movie, how did it turn into this?

Moreover, there were only three of them in the entire screening room, so this screening was specially made for them.

A thought flashed through his mind: those law enforcement officers, those who were clearing the area.

Could it be that they're behind this, thinking he needs it?

Shen Youwei leaned against him, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the frosted glass of the screen.

Her breathing and heartbeat remained unchanged; she was as calm as if she were watching the evening news.

"This movie is bad, it's too fake, and the acting is too over the top."

Her voice was calm, carrying a sense of composure born of experience.

"True intimacy isn't like this; it's too deliberate and lacks genuine feeling."

Gu Yan's lips twitched; she didn't know how to respond.

He didn't want to know what true intimacy was like; he just wanted to get out of the screening room as soon as possible.

Upon hearing Shen Youwei's words, Fu Wanqing felt even more uncomfortable.

"True intimacy isn't like that," she said, as if she had a lot of experience.

How could a girl who looks about the same age as me have this kind of experience?

Fu Wanqing bit her lip, a hint of resentment flashing in her amber eyes.

But she didn't say anything; she didn't know what right she had to be dissatisfied.

Gu Yan was nothing to her, and she was nothing to Gu Yan.

She simply saved him and took care of him for a few days, that's all.

She had no right to demand that Gu Yan stay with her.

No one has the right to demand that Shen Youwei get off Gu Yan's lap.

She was just uncomfortable, and felt like she didn't exist.

She was the one who appeared first, and she was the one who saved people first.

Why did she become a dispensable background figure the moment Shen Youwei appeared?

The movie on the big screen finally came to a close.

The couple came out of the bathroom and sat on the balcony drinking tea, wearing bathrobes.

The picture is normal now, the lighting is brighter, and the music has become more soothing.

Gu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in her chair, but her body was still stiff.

Shen Youwei remained seated on his lap, showing no intention of getting off.

She leaned against him, her bloodshot eyes half-closed, as if she were about to fall asleep.