After being reborn, the school beauty's entire family knelt down to repent.

"Chen Ming~" Zhao Rou called out sweetly, drawing out the last syllable.

A sticky, ambiguous atmosphere filled the air as, "I know you're still awake~"

She deliberately lowered her voice, as if afraid of disturbing something, or as if she was intentionally creating a private atmosphere.

Chen Ming sneered inwardly; this woman was truly a persistent ghost.

He looked at her expressionlessly.

"How did you get in?" Chen Ming's tone was icy, devoid of any warmth.

Zhao Rou did not answer his question, but instead walked gracefully to Chen Ming's side.

She exuded a strong perfume scent, like an invisible mist enveloping Chen Ming.

She stretched out her slender hand, her fingers painted with bright red nail polish, like blooming poppies, alluring yet dangerous.

She wanted to stroke Chen Ming's cheek, her fingertips almost touching his skin.

However, at this critical moment, Chen Ming swiftly grabbed her wrist with such force that Zhao Rou couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

Her wrist was gripped tightly in his hand, as if it were being held in iron clamps, and she couldn't move.

"Don't touch me!" Chen Ming's eyes were sharp, and his tone carried a hint of warning.

Like an enraged lion, ready to erupt at any moment. "Get out of my way!"

With a slight increase in pressure, Zhao Rou winced in pain.

A glint of darkness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly replaced it with a pitiful expression:

"Chen Ming, I really love you, I can't live without you."

As she spoke, she broke free from Chen Ming's hand and, like a slippery snake, twisted her waist and walked straight to the bedside.

She first sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, then slowly lay down, crossed her legs, and struck a seductive pose.

The white dress accentuated her fair skin, making her appear even more charming and beautiful.

She reached out her slender hand and gently brushed aside the long hair that fell across her chest.

Her eyes were glazed over, her red lips were slightly parted, and her breath was sweet as orchids.

"Chen Ming, come here quickly..." Zhao Rou's voice was charming and seductive, her eyes full of allure.

She gave Chen Ming a flirtatious wink, her eyes sparkling, inviting him to succumb to her charms.

Chen Ming felt nauseous at the sight before him.

This woman really will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

He suppressed his disgust and watched Zhao Rou's performance with a cold eye.

“Zhao Rou,” Chen Ming’s tone was icy, like a thousand years of frozen ice.

"You can leave now, I'm not interested in you."

His voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were speaking to a stranger.

"Chen Ming, what are you still pretending to be so high and mighty for?"

Zhao Rou's tone was tinged with sarcasm. She sat up, her eyes sharpening.

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You clearly like me, so why are you rejecting me?"

She pointed at Chen Ming with her finger painted with bright red nail polish, her tone aggressive.

"Stop pretending, I know you want me!"

She suddenly stood up, walked up to Chen Ming, and tried to touch him again.

Chen Ming's eyes were icy, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Zhao Rou, you think too highly of yourself. Your so-called liking is nothing but wishful thinking."

Are you afraid to admit your desires?

She pressed closer, her eyes filled with provocation.

"You clearly like women like me, so why are you pretending to be a saint?"

She reached out her hands, wanting to hug Chen Ming's neck.

"Come on, Chen Ming, stop suppressing yourself."

Her tone became more seductive, with a hint of pleading.

Her eyes became even more unfocused as she slowly unbuttoned her dress.

One, two, three...

Her snow-white skin shone even brighter in the dim light, like solidified cream, radiating an alluring glow.

As the buttons were undone, the dress slipped down, revealing her sexy collarbone and rounded shoulders.

She didn't stop, but continued to unbutton the remaining buttons.

Until the dress completely slipped to the ground, piling up into a ball of white silk.

At this moment, she was only wearing a close-fitting black lace bra, which outlined her exquisite figure.

The black lace contrasted sharply with her snow-white skin, making her appear even more charming and alluring.

Zhao Rou gently bit her lower lip, looking at Chen Ming with a dreamy gaze, and reached out to slowly caress her body.

From the collarbone to the chest, then to the slender waist, and finally resting on the long, shapely thighs.

Every move she made was seductive, as if inviting Chen Ming to succumb to temptation.

"Chen Ming..." she whispered Chen Ming's name, her voice alluring and slightly trembling.

"Don't you really want me?"

She walked step by step toward Chen Ming, her eyes filled with longing.

She reached out her hands, wanting to hug Chen Ming's neck.

"I know you want me, just as I want you."

She pressed her body close to Chen Ming, almost touching him.

Let's enjoy this beautiful evening together.

She murmured softly, her tone full of provocation.

"Enjoy it together?" Chen Ming sneered.

"Zhao Rou, you think too highly of yourself. Who do you think you are? Do you think you're some kind of celestial beauty?"

He paused, his tone growing even colder, each word piercing Zhao Rou's heart like an icicle.

"I feel nothing but disgust for you, not even the slightest bit of affection!"

"You're lying!" Zhao Rou sat up abruptly, her once charming face now contorted in pain.

Her eyes were filled with resentment, like an enraged mother beast.

"You clearly like me, so why are you treating me like this? Why do you reject me again and again? Why are you so cruel and heartless?"

She questioned him hysterically, her voice sharp and piercing.

"I told you, I'm not interested in you."

Chen Ming's tone was firm, without the slightest hesitation.

"Right now, all I want to do is study hard and get into university. I don't want to think about anything else, including you."

He deliberately emphasized the word "you" to reiterate his disgust for Zhao Rou.

"Go away, and don't bother me anymore."

He waved his hand, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

I don't want to see you again.

His tone carried a hint of warning, and his eyes sharpened.

"You'd better remember what I said, or you'll face the consequences."

"Study?" Zhao Rou burst into laughter as if she had heard a joke, her laughter filled with sarcasm.

"Chen Ming, do you think I'll believe you just because you pretend to love studying?"

She paused, then her tone became even more sarcastic, "You're just trying to reject me this way, do you think I can't see through it?"

She pointed a finger at Chen Ming, her eyes filled with disdain.

"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? What are you pretending to be a saint for? You're nothing but a coward, a wimp! You don't dare!"

Her tone became even more contemptuous.