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

Xiao Ling turned around after finally finishing her conversation with Mrs. Gu.

"Hey, where's Zhixu?"

Yan Yunting said helplessly, "I left a long time ago. Did you really expect me to wait for you in the wind?"

Xiao Ling chuckled twice, straightened her clothes, and took her husband's hand as they walked towards the parking lot.

After getting into the car, she loosened her coat and said to her husband with great interest, "By the way, I was interrupted and didn't finish what I was saying earlier. I saw that girl that Zhixu likes at this party. Do you know who it is?"

At the party, when she tried to speak to her husband, she was interrupted by a business partner, and she never had a chance to continue.

Yan Yunting: "Who is it?"

Xiao Ling: "It's actually Weiwei's assistant! What a coincidence! Zhixu asked me to help him pick out some pastries, and said he would get an extra portion to deliver to Weiwei. I found it strange at the time, how did he know where Weiwei was? Later I realized that he already knew that the girl was Weiwei's assistant. If he knew where the girl was, then he would know where Weiwei was, right?"

Yan Yunting was somewhat surprised: "I see... What kind of girl is she?"

Xiao Ling hesitated for a moment: "Uh... well, he looks pretty and well-behaved, probably around the age of someone who has just graduated."

It just feels like he and Yan Zhixu don't look good together; Weiwei would be a better match for him...

Ugh, what is she thinking? Weiwei is Bei'an's girlfriend, what's gotten into her that she's pairing Weiwei with Bei'an's uncle?

Yan Yunting noticed her sudden strange expression and was puzzled, but he could tell that the girl his wife described was very ordinary. After a pause, he said, "As long as Zhixu likes it."

Xiao Ling: "That's what I think too. As long as he likes it, that's fine."

Yan Yunting: "Don't tell Dad yet. Zhixu hasn't won him over, and we don't know if they'll end up together. What if they don't..."

Xiao Ling smiled, pursing her lips: "I understand~"

~

Yan Zhixu returned to the Qinglan Bay suite, changed her shoes, and went inside.

The living room lights automatically turned on, and the heating also came on.

He immediately noticed the hangover soup and late-night snack on the table, which Zhang Sao had prepared for him.

Without much emotion, I walked over, picked up the still-warm hangover soup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, open the small porcelain bowl. Inside are steaming hot wontons, with golden egg yolk strands intertwined and garnished with scallions, filling the air with their aroma.

He had too many people to deal with that night, so he only drank some wine and didn't eat much. But he was in a bad mood and didn't have much of an appetite. He stirred the food with a spoon, forced himself to eat a few bites, and then put it down.

I went back to my room, took a shower, and came out wrapped in a bath towel.

His hair was already dried inside. He raised his hand to ruffle his brown hair and looked down at the WeChat page on his phone.

There has still been no reply.

A glint of malice flashed in his eyes, and his hand, hovering over the voice call, paused. He glanced at the time; it was almost midnight.

It's time to sleep.

……sleep?

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling thoughtfully on a certain spot on the bed.

After a while, he finally lifted his leg and walked over, got into bed, and lay down in the spot he had just looked at.

He glanced down at his waist and saw that his six-pack abs were very strong, the result of years of consistent morning runs and three workouts a week.

The woman in my dream seemed to really like touching me~

I wonder if she likes it in real life?

"..."

A cold snort escaped from his nose.

So what if I like it?

Even if she liked him, she wouldn't want to touch him; she would want to touch Yan Bei'an's.

But does that kid even have that? He's always loafing around, does he even know how to work out?

Can he even lift his girlfriend?

The more agitated I became, the more I simply closed my eyes.

After a moment, his eyebrows twitched, and he couldn't help but place his hand on his abdominal muscles, recalling the woman's movements in his dream that night, imitating her gentle caress and then grasping.

Soon, his lower abdomen throbbed violently. He gasped for breath, abruptly opened his eyes, his deep black pupils fixed on the ceiling, his throat bobbing rapidly.

"..."

Damn it, he really did have those inappropriate thoughts about his nephew's girlfriend.

But she's my nephew's girlfriend...

They seemed to have a good relationship, and he had no reason to do anything wrong; it was against all reason.

But what were her intentions when she approached him before?

Did she have feelings for him back then, but now regret it?

So he was flirted with by a woman, and then dumped?

He couldn't help but curse, "Damn it!", and closed his eyes again.

Her hand remained on her lower abdomen, sensing the restlessness there.

Will "she" come tonight?

The man pursed his lips tightly, and after a long while, he reached down, untied the bath towel, and tossed it aside...

Time seemed to have passed for a long time. He seemed to be asleep, yet not asleep. His mind was hazy, but he clearly knew where he was.

He was in his own bed.

It was extremely quiet all around, so quiet that you could only hear your own breathing and heartbeat.

And then, the woman's exclamation: "You can even dream about it?"

He was certain that the "surprise" in that exclamation was mostly a "surprise" or "delight."

He opened his eyes and turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Liang Liangwei standing by his bedside, staring wide-eyed at his... body.

Then, inevitably, their eyes met. She was a little nervous and explained, "You came into my dream on your own. It has nothing to do with me."

Yan Zhixu raised an eyebrow: "..."

In her dream? Could it be that he was dreaming it for her?

Or perhaps she's the protagonist in a dream, and he's just a supporting character? A lazy, useless tool lying in bed?

Thinking of the message she sent saying she would repay him in lieu of a meal, his eyes darkened, and his voice was indifferent: "Your dream? Then why would you dream about me for no reason? What, you can't repay me on your phone, so you want to give it to me in person in your dream?"

Liang Liangwei was taken aback for a moment, then muttered softly, "This can even appear in my dreams? Could it be that I thought about it for too long before I went to sleep, causing me to still be thinking about it in my dreams?"

Yan Zhixu frowned: "What did you say?"

Seeing his intimidating demeanor, Liang Liangwei swallowed hard and said, "It's nothing."

Yan Zhixu narrowed his eyes and reached out to her: "Come here."

Liang Liangwei took two steps back, but found that she couldn't go back at all and was still standing in the same place: "I'm not going to go there. Let's wake up from this dream as soon as possible. It's kind of embarrassing."

Excuse me?

Yan Zhixu lightly patted his abs a few times, his voice deep and seductive: "Don't want to touch them anymore?"

Liang Liangwei's gaze naturally followed, and her eyes immediately became sparkling.

Ahhh, it's true, I really want to touch it~

Soon, she discovered an even more shocking visual stimulus—in her dream tonight, he actually took off his bath towel on his own initiative!

She then realized that he was wearing something under his bath towel...

She belatedly covered her eyes with her hands, too ashamed to look, her face burning red.

Then he heard the man's cool voice: "What are you covering up for? Didn't you sit on it last time? You dare to sit but not to look? Is that all the courage you have?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Liangwei thought it made perfect sense. What was there to be afraid of in a dream?

There's no possibility of being with him in real life, but can't she even fantasize about him in her dreams?

She put her hand down and this time looked at it with confidence and without hesitation.

Oh, that damn figure, she just can't resist it!

Yan Zhixu smiled faintly and reached out to her again: "Come here."

His tone was much gentler.

Liang Liangwei ignored his hand, instead bending down and reaching out to touch his restless abs, feeling them twitch again. She clicked her tongue and said, "How do you do that? Do you have such complete control over them?"

The man's voice immediately turned low and hoarse: "You're the one controlling it."

She turned to look at the man, and suddenly met a pair of deep, dark eyes.

The man was practically saying to her, "Woman, you're playing with fire."

She blinked and asked, "How did you train like that?"

"Want to know?" He gave her a suggestive look. "To work out, you have to start with breathing. Come here, I'll teach you~"

She didn't want to hear it, but she couldn't resist the temptation and obediently leaned closer: "How do you practice breathing?"

The man leaned over, his body touching hers as he moved closer. He wrapped his large arm around her waist, kissed her, and pressed her down against him.

"Like this~"