He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Sang Jiuning's cheeks flushed, feeling both ashamed and helpless.

She really spoiled Wen Zhaoci too much, always going along with his wishes.

But this time she didn't want to get used to it. She raised her hand and gently poked his firm chest, mustering her courage to retaliate with a touch of revenge: "Why is it always me who wears it for you? Honey, how about... you wear it for me this time?"

She was just being stubborn on the spot, trying to make things difficult for him and get back at him.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhaoci chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest coming through her fingertips with exceptional clarity; his laughter was languid and alluring.

Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded in agreement, his eyes full of indulgence: "Since my wife wants to see it, of course I can."

Sang Jiuning: "..."

She froze on the spot, completely defeated by this person.

She sighed silently to herself. Sure enough, when it comes to shamelessness and having no bottom line, no one can compare to Wen Zhaoci.

The next second, I watched as Wen Zhaoci obediently changed into the clothes. The design of the straps made his figure look even more upright and neat, but the fabric was so small and eye-catching.

Sang Jiuning originally wanted to keep watching the show, but she couldn't hold on any longer in the next second.

Wen Zhaoci showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, he leaned down slightly and whispered one lewd sentence after another into her ear, his breath warm and each word tickling her heart.

"Do you like it, honey?"

"I'm only wearing this for you."

The warm breath swept across my earlobe, and a tingling sensation spread from my ear throughout my body.

Sang Jiuning felt feverish all over, her mind was blank and confused.

She cried out in her heart: Who can withstand this?!

This person wasn't just performing obediently; he was clearly a vixen who came specifically to seduce her!

She is now filled with deep regret, her heart pounding with remorse.

Why did she have to be so clumsy and make such a request? She's really shooting herself in the foot!

But it's not over yet.

The boy in front of her even turned slightly to the side, slowly and gently twisting his waist towards her, the movement casual yet alluring, carrying the ultimate temptation.

The visuals were so impactful that Sang Jiuning couldn't find a place to look, and she completely lost her composure.

She covered her eyes tightly with her hands, her voice both shy and soft, tinged with a hint of despair as she pleaded, "Enough! Wen Zhaoci, stop your act right now!"

That's so unfair!

This is clearly inciting people to commit crimes!

She seemed unable to bear it any longer, reaching out to pull at his clothes and push him away, her fingertips just touching the thin hanging rope on the side.

My wrist was suddenly gripped tightly.

With a slight pull, he pressed her hands against the cold wall, rendering her unable to move.

Wen Zhaoci leaned closer, his tall figure completely enveloping her, trapping her firmly between himself and the wall, leaving no room for escape.

He lowered his head slightly, his nose brushing against her delicate neck, his warm breath falling on her skin, burning hot.

Sang Jiuning felt a sudden numbness in the back of her neck, all the strength drained from her body, and her heart was beating wildly fast, pounding so hard it felt like it was about to shatter her ribs.

"What's wrong?" Wen Zhaoci's voice was extremely low, filled with a deep smile and a hint of playful triumph. "My wife can't take it anymore?"

He lowered his head, his forehead touching her flushed forehead, and said clearly, "Who was it that had the nerve to ask to see what I was wearing?"

Sang Jiuning's cheeks burned, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye. She could only turn her face away desperately, feeling extremely annoyed.

She was filled with regret. If she had known he had no bottom line, she would never have made such a joke.

She gently pushed his shoulder in a soft voice, admitting her mistake: "I was wrong, okay...?"

Her voice was soft and sweet as she admitted her mistake, sounding exceptionally well-behaved.

But Wen Zhaoci had no intention of letting her off easily.

He tilted his head slightly and gently bit her reddened earlobe, the force both tender and suggestive.

A few seconds later, he straightened up, his eyes reddening, a seductive roguish smile on his face, his gaze fixed intently on her flustered little face.

"It's good to admit your mistakes and correct them." He spoke slowly, his tone full of possessiveness. "So, wife, are you ready? Here comes your grand feast."

Sang Jiuning's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Wen Zhaoci is always like this, taking advantage of every opportunity and exploiting all her weaknesses.

But ironically, she willingly fell for his tricks from beginning to end, unable to refuse him in the slightest.

The next morning.

Sang Jiuning was awakened by the soreness and exhaustion all over her body.

She stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, feeling completely weak, her limbs light and airy, unable to even lift her hand.

Silently wanting to cry but having no tears: Sure enough, last night's impulsiveness was exhilarating, but today I'm completely exhausted.

She initially thought she was the only one who couldn't get out of bed. Dragging her tired body, she picked up her phone, opened the WeChat group, and was instantly stunned.

It was late, so everyone said they'd get together again in the afternoon.

We had originally planned to relax in the hot springs at the resort in the afternoon, but no one expected that the sky would suddenly darken completely, and the leisurely afternoon would turn into a quiet and pleasant night.

What surprised everyone even more was that this hot spring resort, nestled against the mountains and by the water, also had a quiet bar hidden inside.

It's not the kind of noisy, chaotic bar with dancing and revelry. There's no deafening music or noisy crowds; it's just a quiet bar.

Warm brown lights gently illuminate the room, soothing music plays softly, and wooden tables and chairs are complemented by a subtle aroma of fruit wine. The atmosphere is relaxed and therapeutic, making it perfect for a small gathering of friends for a chat.

The group had a great time shopping, so they decided to go into a quiet bar and relax under the cover of night.

As soon as everyone sat down, their eyes all fell on Nan Chili.

To everyone's surprise, he walked up to the resident stage and picked up a folk guitar.

The clean, black body of the violin, casually held in his arms, instantly created a sophisticated atmosphere.

Nan Chili gently raised her hand, cleared her throat with a soft cough, and plucked the strings twice with her fingertips. The crisp sound of the piano instantly filled the quiet bar, attracting everyone's attention.

He looked up, his gaze fixed on Su Yue not far away, his eyes filled with blatant passion, his voice clear and earnest: "Please watch my performance. The next song is dedicated to my fiancée, Su Yue."

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere instantly became lively.

Jiang Shangyu, Gu Shiyan, Zhao Muze, and the others sitting next to each other exchanged glances and immediately began to whistle in unison. Their low laughter and teasing were just right, not noisy, but full of the fun of watching a show.

The light fell on Nan Chili, making his silhouette stand out so clearly.

He lowered his gaze to the strings, his slender fingers gently plucking them. A familiar melody flowed out, followed by a tender voice: "I can't forget the first time I saw you, your captivating eyes. Your image lingers in my mind, impossible to forget. Holding your hands, feeling your tenderness, it's almost suffocating..."