The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

Xiang Yuchuan parked the car, walked around to the passenger side, and half-helped, half-carried the "drunk" Shen Yao out of the car.

A night breeze seemed to sober Shen Yao up a bit, but she was still unsteady on her feet. She leaned softly against Xiang Yuchuan, letting him put his arm around her waist and enter the password to open the villa door.

The lights are intelligently sensor-activated; as they enter, soft light gradually illuminates the spacious, somewhat empty living room.

"Thirsty...so thirsty..." Shen Yao frowned slightly, looking at Xiang Yuchuan with a dazed expression.

Xiang Yuchuan helped her sit down on the soft Italian leather sofa: "Wait here, I'll get you some water."

He turned and walked toward the open kitchen.

Just as he turned away to pour water, Shen Yao's eyes instantly regained their clarity. She quickly scanned her surroundings before reverting to her drunken, hazy state.

She seemingly unintentionally unbuttoned her coat with her slender fingers, letting the heavy coat slip slightly off her shoulders, revealing a delicate collarbone necklace and a patch of fair skin underneath.

She gently shook her head, letting her long hair fall loosely over her shoulders, adding a touch of languid and fragile beauty.

When Xiang Yuchuan returned with the water cup, this was the scene he saw.

Shen Yao leaned back on the sofa, her coat half off, her black hair cascading down like clouds, making her small face, flushed from "drunkenness," even more charming.

Under the light, her skin was so white it was almost transparent, her long eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings, casting a small shadow under her eyes, and her lips looked particularly red and full because she had just drunk wine.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he handed over the water glass: "Drink slowly."

Shen Yao took the water glass, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against his fingers.

She sipped the water slowly, her eyes following Xiang Yuchuan with a hazy gaze.

After finishing her water, she placed the cup on the coffee table, her body went limp, and she seemed about to collapse again.

Xiang Yuchuan instinctively reached out to support her.

Shen Yao leaned into his arms, tilting her face up so close that they could hear each other's breaths.

The faint smell of alcohol on her body mingled with her inherent sweet fragrance, creating a strangely alluring aura.

"Yuchuan..." she whispered to him, "You're so kind..."

Her gaze was unfocused, yet it seemed to be hooked, staring straight into Xiang Yuchuan's eyes.

His eyes held gratitude, dependence, admiration, and a kind of unspoken invitation that only men could understand.

Xiang Yuchuan is not Liu Xiahui.

He had dated so many girlfriends, and although he had never been truly intimate with any of them due to psychological issues, he was no stranger to flirting and teasing between men and women.

At this moment, the warm, soft body in his arms, the stunningly beautiful face so close to his, and the contradictory charm of Shen Yao that blended purity and allure, ignited his long-suppressed desires like a fire.

He looked into her glistening eyes and at her alluring, slightly parted red lips.

He lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

The kiss was long and intense, almost draining all the air from Yuchuan's lungs.

When he finally managed to pull himself away from those soft, sweet lips, his reason was already teetering on the edge of desire.

According to his usual pattern, this should be the end.

Kissing was the limit; any further and that inexplicable psychological barrier would surge up like a tide, making him feel suffocated and resistant.

He tried to create some distance, his voice trembling with panic: "Yaoyao, you've had too much to drink. Let me carry you upstairs to rest..."

The person in her arms was not as obedient and compliant as usual.

Instead of letting go, Shen Yao pressed herself even closer to him as if she had no bones.

She wrapped her arms around his neck like a water snake, buried her burning cheeks in the crook of his neck, rubbing against him with dissatisfaction, and whimpering like a kitten: "No, don't go."

Using her drunkenness as a perfect disguise, she became bold and unrestrained in her behavior.

The arms that had been clinging to him began to wander restlessly over his broad back, the fingertips, burning hot through the thin fabric of his shirt, sometimes kneading hard, sometimes stroking gently.

This subtle touch felt like a series of tiny electric currents coursing through Xiang Yuchuan's limbs and bones.

His body tensed instantly, his muscles stiffening like stone.

"Stop messing around." He tried to grab her mischievous hand, his tone carrying a warning, but it sounded more like a powerless groan.

How could Shen Yao give up? Not only did she not stop, she intensified her efforts.

She tilted her head slightly, her moist, alcohol-scented breath brushing against his ear and the sensitive area of ​​his neck. Then, she made a bold move that left Xiang Yuchuan's mind almost blank.

She stuck out her small tongue and licked his Adam's apple very quickly and lightly.

"!" Xiang Yuchuan gasped sharply, an indescribable chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head.

He instinctively wanted to push her away, but the moment his hand touched her slender waist, the soft and elastic touch made him want to pull her into his arms.

Shen Yao felt his rapid heartbeat and suddenly rising body temperature, and knew that he was on the verge of collapse.

She pressed her advantage, whispering in his ear in a slurred, drunken voice, "Yuchuan, hold me tight. I'm cold..."

As she spoke, her soft body writhed restlessly in his arms, each friction like oil being poured on Yu Chuan's taut nerves.

Xiang Yuchuan's patience finally crumbled under her all-encompassing and relentless "ignition" offensive.

The psychological barrier that had plagued him for years seemed so vulnerable under the dual impact of this overwhelming physical desire and the emotional dependence that Shen Yao had deliberately created.

Reason, obstacles, principles... all were thrown to the winds.

He stopped trying to push her away, and instead picked her up in his arms and strode upstairs to the bedroom.

Shen Yao nestled obediently in his arms, her cheek pressed against his burning chest.

Xiang Yuchuan almost roughly threw Shen Yao onto the large, soft bed in the master bedroom.

The mattress's elasticity caused her body to bounce slightly, her long, black hair spreading out on the dark sheets, making her exposed skin appear dazzlingly white.

He stood by the bed, his chest heaving violently, his breathing heavy.

At this final moment, an almost instinctive sense of obstacle, rooted deep within him, surged up again like a cold tide, trying to extinguish the raging flames.

He can't.

Xiang Yuchuan himself couldn't explain what was wrong with him.

It's not that he has no physical needs, nor that he's uninterested in women.

However, whenever intimate contact is required, a strong psychological obsession with cleanliness will flare up.

Does he like Shen Yao?

He asked himself the question. His gaze lingered, complicated, on her face, which was flushed an unnatural red from "drunkenness."

She must like him, right? At least, she's different.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have made her his girlfriend for so long, even going to great lengths to coax her when she was angry, and giving her a car and a house.

He did feel happy and a strange sense of security when he was with her.

But is this liking enough to help him break through the psychological barriers he's held for so many years? He's not sure.

Shen Yao lay on the bed, her eyes half-closed, taking in the struggling, hesitant, and even slightly painful expression on his face.

She was so anxious she was about to curse her father!

What on earth is this man dawdling about? The arrow is already on the bowstring, and he's still stopping to contemplate life?!

She really misjudged him back then, thinking he was an experienced playboy. Who would have thought that he was actually a weirdo who was obsessed with purity in this area and almost chaste?

The difficulty level was more than ten times higher than she had anticipated!

If this drags on any longer, the atmosphere that has been so hard to create will cool down, so she has to add fuel to the fire!

She pretended to feel uncomfortable and aggrieved by his pause, her delicate eyebrows furrowing tightly, letting out a soft moan of distress, and her body twisting restlessly.

At the same time, she reached out and precisely grabbed Xiang Yuchuan's wrist, which was hanging by his side and had veins showing from his clenched fist.

Then, with a seductive yet helpless force tinged with tears, she guided his hand slowly towards the soft, undulating area beneath her dress.