Volume One, Chapter 96: This Time... It Was Your Move!

“…Count…count what?” Sang Wan stammered.

An inexplicable thought flashed through her mind: Count his abs…

She grew even more bewildered.

When she turned again, Lou Ye was already gone.

Her ears burned with heat all the way back to her room.

Had she arrived just two minutes earlier or later, she wouldn’t have bumped into Lou Ye at all!

Even if Xu Yiyi were present, she’d have sworn it was nothing but a coincidence!

The doorbell rang, and Sang Wan went to open it.

Xiao Bai, dressed in a little skirt, beamed at her. “Hurry up, Sister Sang, let’s go have a drink…”

“Alright!” Sang Wan nodded, smiling.

Bars were expensive and unsafe—girls really had to be careful where they went.

But tonight, they were at the hot spring resort.

The big boss’s own territory, cleared out for them.

Surrounded by colleagues, family, and friends—no place could be safer.

At first, it was like a company party, with everyone cheering and calling people up to perform.

After several rounds of drinks, the place was so lively that singing became a game of snatching the microphone.

No one cared who chose the song—whoever grabbed the mic got to sing.

And whether they sang well or not?

Who cared!

As long as everyone sang their hearts out and drank to their fill, it was enough!

Sang Wan sat quietly in a corner the entire time.

She’d never had a lively, outgoing personality; cheering and applauding for others was her limit.

When the faces before her began to blur and drift in and out of focus, Sang Wan knew she couldn’t drink any more.

Her arm was tugged by Xiao Bai, whose excitement nearly pierced her eardrums. “Sister Wan, there’s a bigger venue in the back! We can go clubbing… come on, let’s go dance!”

A large group surged outside.

Sang Wan waved her hands repeatedly. “No, no, I can’t handle it. You all have fun, I’m heading back to sleep!”

“I’ll walk you to your room!” Xiao Bai reached out to support her.

Seeing the group laughing and chatting as they moved ahead, Sang Wan quickly insisted, “Go with them. If you get lost, it’ll waste time. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely! I remember—my room is 212. If I can’t find it, I’ll ask a staff member. Go on…”

Watching Xiao Bai dash off to catch up with the others, Sang Wan got her bearings and made her way slowly toward the guest rooms.

The hot spring resort felt enormous in the dark.

A gentle breeze rustled the treetops overhead.

Laughter echoed faintly from the distance.

She quickened her steps, but still felt as if she were walking on clouds.

It felt like it took a century before she finally saw the lights of the guest wing ahead and let out a breath.

Entering the lobby, she made sure to confirm with the front desk, “This is Building A, right?”

Receiving a firm yes, and reassured she hadn’t lost her way, Sang Wan staggered into the elevator.

The doors closed.

But the very next moment, they slid open again.

Sang Wan looked up—and was so startled she nearly lost her soul.

“You… why are you following me?” she blurted.

Lou Ye was momentarily taken aback.

He’d just been about to say, I’m not following you. I’m just heading up to my room to change.

And to ask, Why didn’t you go dancing with them?

But before he could, Sang Wan’s face went pale as she slammed the close button, eyes wide with panic. “I left you money last time—I settled my debt! We’re even now!”

How had he tracked her down here from Sicheng, so far from the capital? He was just a private club escort. Or had that Manager Nie told him?

Her instincts hadn’t been wrong—Nie was truly no good!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Staring at the white in front of her, she protested with righteous indignation, “Your line of work may not be respected, but I never looked down on you, did I? How can you be so unprofessional?”

So… she’d mistaken him for the escort from Sicheng?

Lou Ye’s eyes narrowed subtly.

Sang Wan kept muttering indignantly, “…We’ve settled accounts! What do you want, chasing me here? To blackmail me? I’m telling you, I—”

Before she could finish, the man lowered his head and caught her lips.

Lou Ye discovered for the first time just how talkative Sang Wan became when drunk.

And… how adorable.

Sang Wan tried to push him away, but the chest beneath the white shirt was as hot and hard as a slab of iron heated in a forge.

The elevator stopped at the second floor; Lou Ye held her head against the corner, free hand pressing the button for the top floor.

Her will eroded little by little under his expert kiss; Sang Wan could no longer tell whether the sweetness filling her senses came from the wine or from him.

The elevator doors opened again. Lou Ye released her, gasping for air, debating whether to just carry her back to the room or kiss her all the way there.

In the next instant, Sang Wan stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and kissed him.

Blood already boiling, Lou Ye circled her waist and led her out of the elevator.

He didn’t forget to nip at her ear. “Sister, this time… you started it.”

All reason abandoned her.

After all, she was single.

After all, she was here on vacation.

After all, she was prepared to pay.

Last time, she’d drunk so much she had no memory of what happened—just enough to know, when she woke, that something had.

She only knew the result, not the process.

But this time, Sang Wan was fully conscious that every beautiful thing was happening right now.

Finally, she understood why the wealthy ladies in high society grew so secretively excited when talking about massages and treatments.

Sang Wan was not a wealthy lady, nor one of their circle.

But the pleasure they’d known—she now understood.

Her back sank into the soft bed, while her fingers could feel the hard ridges of muscle.

Even in total darkness, she could confirm—eight abs, no mistake.

The kisses were scorching.

Their breaths a tangled mess.

Sang Wan felt as if she were adrift on surging waves, tossed by the wind; her little boat was lifted high, then caught by soaring waves, gentled in their embrace.

Again and again, the waves rose and fell.

At the brink of dissolution, a giant wave hurled the tiny boat skyward.

But there was no expected crash—just a weightless, floating pause.

Then, gently, she drifted into another parallel world.

Golden sunlight poured down, her body sinking into soft clouds.

Darkness before her eyes; a blinding white in her mind.

Fireworks burst, and Sang Wan let out a low, trembling breath.

Another lingering kiss fell.

“Sister…”

A hoarse voice brushed her ear, stirring heat throughout her body.

Sang Wan’s mind went blank for a second.

But soon, it was swept away by pleasure so intense she couldn’t think at all.

When everything finally quieted and darkness returned, just before consciousness faded, Sang Wan had only one thought:

It had to be a younger man!

If nothing else, the passion and stamina in bed were beyond the reach of ordinary men.

The next second, she slipped into oblivion.

She slept dreamlessly through the night.

When she opened her eyes, the soft morning light glimmered outside the window.

She saw an arm draped across her chest, a burning chest pressed against her back.

A brief daze—and then Sang Wan’s heart erupted in silent screams.

This was a disaster!

Last time, at least, there had been cash to settle things.

What about now?

She couldn’t very well wake him and offer to transfer money through her phone, could she?

Worst of all, she remembered that word—“Sister.”

The faces of the escort and Lou Ye merged in her mind.

That magnificent spring dream surfaced again, vivid as ever.

She could even hear her heart thundering in her chest, but she didn’t dare turn around.

Afraid that if she did, her fantasy would become reality.

The urge to slip away grew, and Sang Wan carefully moved his arm aside and quietly got dressed.

“Sister…”

A clear voice sounded just as she reached the door, shoes in hand, still bent over.

That word, “Sister,” reached her ears.

Sang Wan knew—the dream was over.