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

It wasn't gradual, it wasn't little by little, it happened in an instant.

It was as if someone had pressed a switch; Shen Youwei was turned off, and Shen Youyao was turned on.

Her body swayed slightly, as if she couldn't stand steadily, and she grabbed the door frame for support.

In those eyes, one blue and one red, a layer of mist rose on the blue side, making them sparkle.

The red side dimmed, like a lamp about to go out, with only a few embers remaining.

Her face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, the redness spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and from her ears all the way down to her neck.

That kind of red isn't the red of shyness; it's the red of extreme shyness.

It was like being thrown into a pot of boiling water, and when you were pulled out, your whole body was red.

Her earlobes were so red they were almost translucent, and you could see the fine veins beneath the thin skin.

Her lips were trembling, not from the cold, but from nervousness, so nervous that she couldn't even control her lips.

Her fingers were trembling as she gripped the door frame, her knuckles turning white and her nails digging into the wood.

Gu Yan stared at her, completely stunned.

Shen Youyao was only wearing a black bra and a pair of black shorts.

The bra was a very simple style, without any frills or lace, just plain black fabric.

But the simpler the food, the more it tests a person's figure, and Shen Youyao's figure clearly stands the test.

The bra hugged her full breasts, creating a striking contrast between her fair skin and the black fabric.

Those two soft mounds, supported by the fabric, created a deep cleavage that was both captivating and impossible to look away from.

Her waist was very thin, and the curve narrowed sharply from her chest down, like a closed umbrella.

Her waist was so slender that it seemed one could wrap it around in one hand, and her skin was as white as a freshly peeled egg.

The shorts clung tightly to her body, outlining her rounded curves and long legs.

Her thighs were fair and full, with the skin on the inner side being even whiter and more tender, gleaming softly under the light.

Her knees were small and rounded, her calves were straight and smooth, and her ankles were so slender that one worried they might break.

Under the light, her body resembled a work of art carved from white jade, every inch of it breathtakingly beautiful.

That kind of beauty is not flamboyant, but understated, hidden beneath clothing, and not usually visible.

But now the clothes are gone, all gone, all the coverings are gone.

Shen Youyao stood there, being watched by two people and illuminated by the light.

Her instinctive reaction was to cover her chest; her hand was already raised, and her fingers were already touching the edge of her bra.

But her hand remained there, not covering it, but hovering in mid-air.

A thought flashed through her mind, a thought that wasn't hers, but Shen Youwei's.

"What if Brother Gu Yan likes it?"

Shen Youyao's hand slowly loosened, sliding down from the edge of her bra and hanging at her side.

She didn't cover her chest or try to hide herself; she just stood there, exposing herself to Gu Yan's gaze.

Her face turned even redder, as if it were burning, but she didn't flinch.

She dared not look at Gu Yan, staring at her toes, her eyelashes trembling incessantly.

Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and her two soft mounds rose and fell with it.

Gu Yan was completely stunned by her appearance, her mind a complete blank.

Is this the Shen Youyao he knows, the timid girl with black-rimmed glasses?

Shen Youyao, who speaks softly, avoids eye contact, and blushes easily.

When did she become so bold? When did she dare to stand in front of him like this?

What exactly did Shen Youwei teach her to become? What exactly did that female demon instill in her?

Gu Yan's lips twitched, and her throat felt as dry as if it had been sanded.

He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say; he wanted to look away but his eyes wouldn't listen.

His gaze swept over Shen Youyao for a moment, then quickly looked away, only to be unable to resist glancing back again.

Shen Youyao stood there, and as if sensing his gaze, her body trembled slightly.

Her fingers gripped the edge of her shorts tightly, her knuckles turning white.

But her hand didn't block anything; it just clenched, as if she were cheering herself on.

Fu Wanqing stood to the side, completely dumbfounded, her amber eyes wide open like copper bells.

She was just anxious, worried about what Shen Youwei would do to Gu Yan.

The girl in front of me now seems like a completely different person, transformed from a predatory leopard into a frightened rabbit.

The contrast was so great that her mind couldn't process it for a while.

Her gaze fell on Shen Youyao, scanning her from head to toe before stopping.

She glanced down at her own figure, then looked up at Shen Youyao.

Beneath her long pink hair, her face flushed, but not with shyness; it was with defiance.

Whether she was convinced or not, it didn't matter; Shen Youyao's figure was indeed good, so good that she couldn't help but take a second look.

That kind of goodness can't be shown by wearing clothes; it can only be seen when you take your clothes off.

Fu Wanqing took a deep breath, bent down, and began to pick up the clothes on the ground.

Her movements were quick and urgent, as if she were running away from something, or as if she were covering something up.

She picked up the tank top and put it on, then picked up the thin shirt and draped it over her shoulders.

I picked up the skirt and put it on, then put on my socks and shoes as well.

After she finished dressing, she stood there, looked down at herself, and felt that something was still missing.

She reached up and touched her face; it was frighteningly hot, as if she had a high fever.

How did I get so carried away? How did I end up wearing so little?

The man next to them saw it, and Gu Yan saw it too.

Her ears felt so hot they were burning, and it hurt to touch them.

She glanced at Gu Yan secretly, but Gu Yan was still looking at Shen Youyao and not at her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but after that, she felt a little disappointed.

The sense of loss was hard to describe; it felt like being ignored, or like escaping a disaster.

Shen Youyao stood at the door, her blue and red eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to look up.

Her body was still trembling, from her fingers to her shoulders to her knees, her whole body was shaking.

That trembling wasn't from cold; it was a primal bodily reaction to extreme tension.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Her lips moved several times, but in the end she only managed to squeeze out a very soft syllable.

"Gu...Gu Yan-ge..."

The three words were uttered haltingly, as if they were being cobbled out piece by piece from the throat.

Gu Yan heard this, her heart skipped a beat, and then started pounding again.

Looking at Shen Youyao, who was on the verge of tears, he felt a pang in his heart.

"Youyao, put on some clothes first, don't catch a cold."

His voice was very soft and gentle, as if he were coaxing a frightened child.

Shen Youyao shook her head, a hint of stubbornness flashing in her blue and red eyes.

She didn't want to wear it; she wanted to just stand there and let Gu Yan look at her.

Although she was shy, although she was nervous, although she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But Shen Youwei is right, what if Brother Gu Yan likes it?

She didn't want to miss this opportunity, and she didn't want to have any regrets.