Xu Ruobing had never been so captivated by anyone before.
The beauty before her had her completely enthralled.
Jiang Lai’s lonely, widow-like aura was irresistibly alluring.
Xu Ruobing wondered if she’d been more forceful that night, taking charge, would she have fully captured Jiang Lai’s heart?
Jiang Lai clearly craved her touch, yearned for her to fill the emptiness in her heart.
Why couldn’t she just admit it openly?
Jiang Lai appeared cold and aloof, her fair skin unadorned by makeup, giving her a refined elegance.
She seemed untouchable, distant, and unapproachable.
But Xu Ruobing had tasted her essence, even if briefly.
She knew what Jiang Lai looked like when stirred by passion.
Though she seemed lofty and melancholic, like a sacred flower, Jiang Lai needed careful nurturing to flourish.
A single misstep haunted Xu Ruobing, who had nearly possessed her.
Now, with Jiang Lai near, her desire was insatiable.
Every breath Xu Ruobing took was greedy.
“Let me check, Miss Jiang, are you still going without like before?”
Her voice was hot, their clothes rustling as they brushed against each other.
Her hand slid to Jiang Lai’s waist, tracing her slender frame, ready to move upward.
Like their first meeting, Jiang Lai grabbed her hand at the brink of collapse.
“If you need to see, I can undo it myself.
Please don’t touch me, okay?”
Jiang Lai felt ashamed.
She enjoyed the near-divine celebrity’s closeness, yet scolded herself not to fall for it.
Her body and heart were at odds.
She finally understood the phrase: morals follow beauty—appearance was absolute justice.
Sighing softly, she tried to escape Xu Ruobing’s pull.
Not because she disliked her, but because she feared losing herself to her charm.
As an ordinary person facing an unguarded national goddess, how could she not waver?
This was a physical reaction, not something willpower could erase.
Her only option was to keep a slight distance from Xu Ruobing.
She’d learned her lesson.
Instead of lifting her clothes entirely, she unbuttoned a few, revealing the black lace bra underneath for a quick glance.
She meant to button up again, but Xu Ruobing, usually so refined, turned ravenous.
She stopped her, saying, “Let me admire Miss Jiang in her bra a bit longer.
You’re not always as reckless as that day.”
The black lace and sheer fabric paired with her pale skin were breathtakingly sensual.
Her saintly face, pure and elegant, now exuded a seductive aura.
Sometimes, clothes were more provocative than bare skin.
The uncovered skin screamed to be touched, kissed, every inch craving fervent contact.
“If we weren’t in public, I’d strip you bare.”
Xu Ruobing’s voice was low, her bold words whispered in Jiang Lai’s ear.
Blushing, Jiang Lai wanted to scold her for teasing but softened at her angelic face.
Her prepared reprimands stuck in her throat.
She resigned herself, silently rebuttoning her shirt.
“With such a beautiful face, can’t you stop acting like a rogue?
It ruins your perfect image.
If your fans knew, your reputation would collapse.”
A top celebrity and an ordinary person playing perverse games in a hidden corner—the headline alone was explosive.
Xu Ruobing was unfazed.
“Let them know.
As long as I win your favor, Miss Jiang, that’s enough.”
“More like disdain.”
Jiang Lai expected more teasing, but Xu Ruobing seemed satisfied.
She took her hand, reverting to her gentle elegance, as if the earlier rogue was an illusion.
“The fans outside should be gone.
This isn’t a good place to talk.”
Nor was it ideal for teasing, or she wouldn’t have let Jiang Lai off so easily.
Since their parting, she thought of Jiang Lai nightly, replaying her soft gasps as a midnight fantasy.
Xu Ruobing put on her cap and mask, gripping Jiang Lai’s hand to leave.
Unexpectedly, the fan crowd hadn’t dispersed.
They lingered nearby, many with cameras, eager to capture her private life.
She hadn’t anticipated such persistent fans, dragging Jiang Lai into the mess.
“I wanted to treat you to dinner, but this situation won’t resolve soon.
Looks like we’ll have to wait for next time.”
In this vast city, meeting twice by chance was already a miracle.
Glancing at Jiang Lai, caught up in her trouble, Xu Ruobing handed over her cap and mask.
She opened her palm.
“Give me your phone.”
Jiang Lai hesitated but handed it over.
Xu Ruobing typed in a number, saying, “I’ll go out first and draw them away.
Sneak out from the side.
This is my private number.
You can find me with it.
Text me when you’re home safe.”
“Shouldn’t we wait a bit?”
“I’ve dealt with this before.
If I can’t shake them, I face them.”
She adjusted her hair and strode out confidently.
Jiang Lai looked at the cap and mask.
The mask bore faint red lipstick marks, carrying Xu Ruobing’s lingering scent.
After a mental struggle, she wore only the cap, folding the mask and pocketing it.
As she prepared to slip away while Xu Ruobing distracted the fans, her gaze lingered on her.
Surrounded tightly, Xu Ruobing had no personal space—a stark reminder of a celebrity’s hardships.
Then, Jiang Lai spotted a suspicious figure.
While fans pushed to get closer to their idol, this person, heavily covered, moved on the outskirts.
They held a sealed glass container, custom-made.
It struck Jiang Lai as odd.
Who would carry such a thing?
In the next moment, the figure went berserk, shoving through the crowd.
From their backpack, they pulled a gleaming fruit knife.
The fans, initially angry at the rough pushing, froze at the sight of the blade.
The crowd turned chaotic.
Xu Ruobing, trapped in the center, didn’t notice the danger.
By the time she did, the figure was before her.
As they raised the glass bottle to splash its corrosive contents on her face, Jiang Lai kicked their wrist.
The liquid spilled onto the ground.
Before they could react, she delivered a fierce kick to their groin.
The figure collapsed, screaming in agony, unable to speak.
It happened so fast.
Xu Ruobing thought she was doomed, but Jiang Lai’s slender figure stood protectively before her.
She gonna fall harder for Jiang Lai now