The little rose is so sweet and alluring, even the aloof CEO can't resist!

Liang Liangwei was so startled by his sudden approach that her body stiffened and her heart pounded wildly.

She tried hard to recall what she had just said.

Did she just say that?

That seems to be true.

She tried to justify herself: "What I mean is... we've only been in a relationship for a short time, and we're still in the process of getting to know each other's personalities and preferences, so things haven't really settled down yet."

Yan Zhixu looked at her intently: "Didn't you two get together because you liked each other?"

Liang Liangwei was a little embarrassed; how was she supposed to answer that?

Should she be forced to say she likes Yan Bei'an against her will?

If she says she likes him, it will definitely affect her future pursuit of him; if she says she doesn't like him, people will immediately question her motives for approaching Yan Bei'an.

Liang Liangwei's words were ambiguous: "...When it comes to feelings, nobody can say for sure. What if...right? Hehe..."

Yan Zhixu's expression did not soften because of her joking; instead, it became even more somber. She suddenly asked as soon as she finished speaking, "You two are living together?"

Liang Liangwei gasped instantly, her almond-shaped eyes widening, and she instinctively raised her voice to retort, "No! Absolutely not!"

Yan Zhixu's eyes flickered slightly: "Really not?"

Liang Liangwei raised two fingers to her ears as if making a vow: "Really not! He lives in his place, and I live in mine. We live quite far apart, about half the distance of Huacheng."

After she said that, the anger in the man's eyes visibly eased.

Yan Zhixu slowly straightened up, his dark eyes still fixed on her, and replied unhurriedly, "Oh, really?"

Her complexion softened considerably, and the corners of her lips even turned up slightly.

Liang Liangwei nodded hurriedly and emphasized, "Not only do we live far apart, but we also maintain a very proper distance when we get together. When we go out, we just have meals, chat, and watch movies. We haven't done anything else."

Finally, he concluded, "Our relationship is purely platonic."

Yan Zhixu narrowed his eyes. A purely platonic relationship? Nothing happened?

She meant... kissing or something like that?

But are they definitely dating?

Isn't this just playing house?

Adult men and women, both at the age of youthful vigor, who would be willing to engage in a platonic relationship when they are together?

Even though he'd only known her for a few days, he already couldn't help but want to be with her...

Thinking of this, the man lowered his brows, his eyes darkening slightly, becoming unfathomable.

He felt very conflicted, wanting his nephew and his girlfriend to have a good relationship, but also unable to resist having his own selfish motives.

“Yan Zhixu,” she said, pulling him back to reality, and said very seriously, “So, I can’t accept the Yan family’s kindness right now. If they really want to be good to me, then…”

She smiled and said, "Let's accept it after I've truly become a member of the Yan family. That way, I'll feel more at ease."

Yan Zhixu looked at her thoughtfully.

After a moment, he said slowly, "I can understand your thoughts, but asking for the money back after it's been spent would be a slap in my face, wouldn't it? If you want to feel at ease, then use this money to treat me to a meal."

Liang Liangwei's eyes widened in surprise. "Eat? That's almost 20 yuan! Where are we going to eat such a meal?"

Yan Zhixu couldn't help but chuckle and said, "We can do it in stages, slowly."

Liang Liangwei was slightly taken aback, then turned her head away, a sly glint flashing in her bright eyes.

This could be a good excuse to ask him out in the future!

She was just wondering how to find an opportunity to contact him again when he took the initiative to offer her this reason.

"Then it's settled. I'll remember this and have Yan Beian contact you when I have time."

Yan Zhixu's smile faded, and for some reason, he felt that his nephew's name sounded a bit jarring at this moment.

A lump formed in her throat, but she could only purse her lips and reply, "Mm."

Liang Liangwei seemed to remember something, her brow furrowed, and she said, "Wait a minute, didn't you say you would ask Yan Beian for money? He gave you the money, so I should treat him to a meal... Of course, I'll invite you along too."

Yan Zhixu's smile vanished. He looked down at the woman's cheerful demeanor, unsure how much of it was genuine.

The man touched the edge of his teeth with the tip of his tongue and said, "Then I won't ask him for it."

Liang Liangwei blinked: "Hmm?"

Yan Zhixu: "I don't want to put you in a difficult position. I won't ask him for the money. You can treat me to a meal."

Liang Liangwei felt her heart pounding a few times again.

"it is good."

Yan Zhixu smiled slightly, tilted her head towards the guest room, raised her chin, and said gently, "Get some rest."

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

Watching her enter the guest room, Yan Zhixu paused for a moment before continuing to walk towards her own room.

A smile remained on his lips.

Back in his room, he placed his phone on the bedside table to charge and then went straight to the bathroom.

He took off his clothes as he walked.

But as he was unbuttoning his shirt, he inexplicably turned around and glanced around.

This new habit was formed not long ago, stemming from a seemingly real experience at the old house.

Later, no matter how many times it was proven that he was just being paranoid and there was no one else in the room, he would still habitually do it, even though he was now in his own suite instead of the old house.

He looked away and threw his shirt and tie into the laundry basket.

There were already two bath towels in the laundry basket, clearly used, and they were currently covered by his white shirt. The colors were similar, making them look like they had blended into one.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, and he stared at her for a while before slowly shifting his gaze to the inner bath.

The air still held a rich fragrance, the frosted glass door of the shower room was shrouded in mist, the room was warm and cozy, and the floor was wet, clearly indicating that it had been used not long ago.

The image of a woman standing inside a glass door, under a showerhead, tilting her head back to receive the spray of water, involuntarily came to mind...

The man's throat bobbed, then bobbed again, unable to control himself.

~

That night, Yan Zhixu almost lost control in her dream.

He dreamt that he was lying in bed, half-asleep, and that a faint fragrance always lingered around his nose.

The aroma was both familiar and unfamiliar, as if a mixture of various scents were present.

In a daze, he remembered smelling a certain fragrance on someone before…

A woman's laughter could be heard faintly, half coquettish and half joyful.

He likes being naked so much. Is he sleeping naked?

[It must be because this happened in my dream that they let me be naked as I wished, right? This is too much of a pampering, how can I accept it?]

[Can I touch it this time?]

You can try it. If you dare to reach out, your hand will be gone in the next second!

He gritted his teeth and "warned" the other person, only to find that he couldn't make a sound.

What's going on? Did he encounter a womanizer?

He couldn't see any people or hands, but he felt something reaching out towards him...

In the struggle, he clenched his fists, suddenly sat up in bed, and opened his eyes!