President, please comfort me.

Ye Lin laughed loudly: "I don't have any ideas, I just want to make you girls happy."

After pausing for two seconds, he suddenly sighed: "If you can, could you put in a good word for me with Chen Nuo? She hasn't been replying to my messages much these past two days."

Ye Lin has been extremely anxious these past few days. Ever since his last confession, Chen Nuo seems to have started to deliberately keep her distance from him. Every time he asks her out for dinner with high hopes, she always makes excuses that she is too busy. He considers it very lucky if she replies to one out of five messages a day.

Upon hearing this, Wen Qi thought to herself that, judging from what Chen Nuo had said last time, he probably wasn't that opposed to Ye Lin, but his past experiences made him hesitant to start anything now.

She suppressed her smile slightly and said, "Okay, I'll ask them when they're free this weekend. As for Xiao Nuo, give her some time, make a good impression, and let her know how good you are. These things can't be rushed."

Ye Lin's attitude when asking for help was very proper: "Well, then I'll say thank you in advance."

The two chatted for a while. When Xiao He came out of the bathroom, he saw Wen Qi smiling and talking on the phone.

He deliberately raised his voice: "Who is it?"

For the sake of her own happiness, Ye Lin is chatting with Wen Qi about Xiao He's embarrassing childhood stories.

“When we were in junior high school, one time our bicycle tire went flat, and Xiao took me and Tang Chao to get it inflated. When we came back, Uncle Xiao asked why we had been playing outside for so long. Without thinking, Xiao said, ‘I went to get an abortion.’ This startled Aunt Tang, who was watching TV, and she turned around and stared at him.”

Upon suddenly hearing Xiao He's voice, Ye Lin, fearing he would be discovered, quickly greeted him and hung up the phone.

Wen Qi was amused and smiled broadly, glancing at him casually: "Brother Ye Lin."

Xiao He was displeased, thinking that this guy was incredibly clueless late at night: "What is he trying to do now?"

"They said they'd take a few of us girls out for dessert this weekend."

Xiao He sat down directly next to Wen Qi, playing with her hair, his face full of mockery: "I'm afraid his real intention is not what he seems."

Seeing his disdainful look towards Ye Lin and his little actions, Wen Qi's eyes immediately filled with laughter, curving into beautiful crescent moons: "Big brother, don't talk about second brother. You've finished your shower, why aren't you leaving? Who told you to sit here?"

Xiao He remained silent, his eyes fixed intently on Wen Qi, his gaze captivating, his deep eyes revealing an undisguised burning desire.

Wen Qi felt her face flush under his gaze and, feeling a little guilty, mustered her courage and asked, "What?"

"Baby, can I sleep here tonight?" Xiao He's voice was like a key, able to unlock the deepest secrets of people's hearts and awaken those hidden desires and longings.

Wen Qi didn't dare to speak.

He persisted, saying, "I want to hold you while I sleep."

Wen Qi still didn't dare to speak, afraid that she might accidentally fall into his trap.

Seeing Wen Qi blushing and not saying a word, Xiao He leaned over and gently embraced her. Taking advantage of her momentary daze and forgetting to struggle, he cupped her face and kissed her moist red lips.

His kiss was tender, lingering gently on her soft lips. Everything around them fell silent, as if time had stood still.

His fragrance, her softness.

Wen Qi felt her whole body go numb from his kiss, as if she had been electrocuted. Her head was spinning, and she completely forgot to resist, even starting to respond to him reflexively.

It turns out kissing really can be addictive!

That soft and warm touch felt like an electric current instantly coursing through my body, making my heart race and my breathing quicken.

Each gentle touch felt like opening a mysterious treasure door, releasing endless sweetness and passion.

At that moment, Wen Qi forgot to think, nor did she want to think; she just instinctively wanted to hug him tighter, tighter still.

Sensing her initiative, Xiao He couldn't help himself and used a little force to press Wen Qi tightly against him.

The air gradually became scorching hot...

The man was experienced, yet also frantic and greedy.

Unbeknownst to him, Wen Qi had fallen from a great height and was now wrapped around his neck.

Her long hair was disheveled, her face was like a peach blossom, her lips were as red as blood, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a pale pink. Her peach blossom eyes were filled with mist, and she was breathing slightly.

A glint of light flashed in Xiao He's deep eyes, and their kisses grew increasingly restless, no longer confined to one spot.

Her lips began to fall on her chin, neck, and collarbone, finally lingering on her earlobe, gently licking and nibbling, exhaling softly, and asking tenderly, "Is it alright?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Qi suddenly opened her eyes. Her face, now flushed with emotion, was even more beautiful and radiant. Her fair shoulders and neck were covered with red marks, making her look like she had been badly bullied.

A choked, yet slightly coquettish voice came from beneath her: "Can you give me a little more time? I'm not ready yet."

That soft, seductive voice almost knocked Xiao He out of his wits. He buried his face in her fragrant shoulder, and after a long while, Wen Qi finally heard a single, muffled word: "Okay."

After a while, Xiao He raised his head, looked at the girl beneath him who was equally aroused, gently brushed away the moisture from the corner of her eyes with his fingers, and spoke again: "I want to hold you while we sleep."

If you won't let him have it, then let him hug you. Wen Qi unconsciously increased the strength of her grip and whispered, "Okay."

Xiao He laughed, his voice becoming cheerful: "Practice some more."

Without giving Wen Qi any time to think, he leaned down again and kissed her lips once more after he finished speaking.

Upon smelling the familiar scent, Wen Qi closed her eyes again, her lips entwined with hers.

This time, his kiss was domineering and fierce. Not only his lips, but his body pressed even closer to hers, as if he wanted to mash her into his body.

The weather was so hot that even wearing the thin ice silk pajamas, Wen Qi couldn't help but sweat, feeling sticky all over.

Embarrassing images began to surface in her mind inexplicably. It took Wen Qi a while to react. She tilted her head back, turned it away, and buried her face deeply in the blanket.

"What's wrong?" Xiao asked in a deep, husky, yet magnetic voice, as he looked up at her.

"No, I want to change my clothes." Wen Qi blushed with embarrassment, wishing she could disappear into the ground immediately.

Following the warm-toned light, Xiao openly looked her up and down.

The woman in the milky white pajamas, or perhaps he was seeing things, was lying flat beneath him. She usually looked slender and slim, but in reality, she was soft and curvy.

The perfect amount of flesh exudes a natural beauty that makes people want to get closer.

At this moment, there are no constraints; enjoy freedom.

His eyes darkened, and a hint of helplessness crept into his smile, but he still obediently got off her and lay down to the side, whispering, "Okay, we'll practice again next time."

Without looking back, Wen Qi fled to the dressing room, grabbed her pajamas again, and went to the bathroom to wash them.