They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Song Wanning stared at the closed bedroom door for a long time without moving.

He just left like that?

Look at your own outfit.

The sundress exposes the collarbone completely, and you can see what's underneath if you bend over.

When I attend business events, I always cover myself up completely with my hands.

Her hair was messed up by the hat, but it still looked okay after some styling.

Your makeup is a little smudged, but that's no excuse for being left standing in the living room.

Song Wanning leaned against the sofa armrest, feeling increasingly frustrated.

She had no say in anything at tonight's dinner party.

The wine was poured by Jiang Han.

The condition was agreed to by Zhou Haidong.

Jiang Han opened up the hotel room.

Even the opportunity for me to come along was forced upon me by Zhou Haidong.

Okay! She admitted it!

From the moment she got into the car, Song Wanning was mentally prepared.

When they arrived at their destination, Jiang Han turned around and went into the bedroom, leaving her in the living room.

Song Wanning couldn't accept it!

This is an utter and complete insult!

It's a denial of one's own feminine charm!

Song Wanning stood up and walked around the living room twice, her bare feet on the carpet.

Quietly approaching the bedroom door, I could see light coming from inside through the crack in the door.

You can also hear the music playing from the short videos being streamed inside.

With over 5000 hours of experience using TikTok.

Song Wanning could guess from the music that there was definitely a suggestive dance on the screen.

What's wrong?

Why would you leave the meat in front of you to watch a slutty woman dance?

The figures and appearances of internet celebrities are all photoshopped and enhanced with beauty filters.

How can you compare to me?

Song Wanning stood there for a long time, her mind revolving around only one thought.

The matter cannot be left unresolved.

Words are not enough; a promise is only valid if it is put into practice.

No matter how big the conflict is between a man and a woman, a good night's sleep can usually resolve most of it.

Only after sleeping with someone can one's words have credibility.

To put it another way, Qiu Siyao is a woman from Jianghan.

If I am one of them.

At least in terms of male-female relationships, they are equal.

Jiang Han couldn't possibly continue to make things difficult for a woman he had slept with, could he?

Just then, Song Wanning turned and walked into the guest bedroom bathroom.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, and steam instantly filled the entire shower room.

Song Wanning tilted her head back, letting the water flow naturally down her cheeks.

The alcohol begins to ferment under the influence of hot water, causing all the pores on the body to open up.

Her skin had a rosy glow from the inside out.

She looked down at her chest.

The fair skin turned a light pink after being rinsed with hot water.

Song Wanning squeezed out a handful of shower gel, lathered it in her palm, and applied it evenly from the side of her neck down.

Hot water evaporates the alcohol in the body, making it more active.

She could feel her temples throbbing.

After washing up, Song Wanning pulled a bath towel off the shelf and wrapped it around her body.

She stood in front of the mirror and wiped away the fog on the surface with her fingers.

In my line of sight, her hair was wet and clung to her shoulders.

Without makeup, her bare face lacked elegance but gained a touch of allure.

Her eyes were still red, and the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned.

After removing her makeup, her natural facial features became even clearer.

She has an oval face, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

She's a total beauty from any angle!

Song Wanning took a deep breath.

She carried the resentment of being looked down upon by men, and the stubbornness of trying to prove herself.

She pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

Jiang Han was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through his phone.

The light from the screen shone on his face, but his expression remained unchanged.

Looking up, he saw Song Wanning standing at the door, seemingly unsurprised.

The 36 stratagems: feigning indifference to lure the enemy into a trap.

He had anticipated what would happen tonight ever since he arrived at the hotel.

As for how to proceed, that depends entirely on my mood.

Song Wanning was wearing a white cotton towel, the same style as the hotel's, and it wasn't wrapped up very tightly.

She looks better after taking a hot shower than she does on camera.

In terms of appearance before and after removing makeup, Song Wanning looks almost the same.

Jiang Han has seen too many female celebrities without makeup, and few can withstand close scrutiny.

The one in front of us is one.

Song Wanning took two steps inside, the edge of the bath towel swaying gently with each step.

More and more of her skin was exposed, but she didn't reach out to pull it.

He just looked up at the Yangtze River.

"What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"

Song Wanning did not answer directly, but went straight to the bedside.

"You really have absolutely no interest in me?"

"Physiologically!"

Jiang Han placed his phone on the bedside table and stared straight at it.

Song Wanning's eyes shone brightly in the dim light.

The edge of the bath towel slipped down another half inch, which she probably didn't even notice.

Jiang Han swallowed hard; things didn't seem to be going as he had imagined.

He originally planned to leave Song Wanning alone for a while.

Then, take the initiative and strike directly at the heart of the enemy's stronghold.

Who knew this little girl could be so fierce when she gets angry?

He charged straight at the spear.

Could she be a dragon knight?

"What...do you think I should do now?"

"Who's prettier, me or Qiu Siyao?"

Jiang Han was stunned for a moment.

It always feels like the balance of power shifts in the blink of an eye.

No, sis.

Is now the time to ask questions?

Jiang Han didn't deny it: "Of course my Yao Yao is prettier!"

"You're far from good enough!"

"Yaoyao's legs are so long and slender, they're longer than your life!"

"They're not even in the same league!"

Song Wanning stood there, biting her lip.

The rise and fall of her chest under the bath towel became noticeably greater.

The woman's competitive spirit was fully ignited at this moment.

"My legs aren't short either."

As she spoke, she lifted the hem of her bath towel half an inch up, revealing a section of her thigh.

Feeling it wasn't enough, they pulled it up a little more.

Finally, he simply lifted it up to his thighs, exposing his entire leg.

Song Wanning straightened her knees and pointed her toes.

From calf to ankle, the lines are smooth, without excess muscle or a thin, bony appearance.

"I studied folk dance and have been practicing since I was a child."

"Everyone in the group says Song Wanning has beautiful legs."

Have you ever seen me dance?

"No…"

"Then what makes you say my legs are bad?"

Jiang Han was stunned by what he was told.

Women, is now the time to compare yourselves with others?

Song Wanning's expression was so serious that it was almost funny.

A female celebrity, adored by her fans, stood by the bed in the middle of the night wrapped in a bath towel.

He questioned himself about why he said his legs weren't as pretty as other women's.

Do you think your legs are beautiful?

"I didn't say it looked good, I said it wasn't short."

Song Wanning stared at him, her chest heaving, and took two more steps forward.

Legs together, knees touching.

It's straight and symmetrical; there's really nothing to criticize.

"Did you see that clearly?"

"Hmm, it's alright."

"Just okay?"

Song Wanning put down the bath towel and walked to the bedside to sit down.

With his back to the Yangtze River, his tone was much lower than before.

"You know that's hurtful what you're saying?"

As she spoke, she suddenly choked up.

"Hey... don't cry!"

"I can't stand seeing women cry; it makes me feel like I've done something wrong."

"Don't try to make me feel valuable!"

Just as Jiang Han was about to say a few words of comfort, a soft figure pressed down on him.