A good pizza is stringy.

In early spring in Jiangcheng, the chill was gradually fading away, and the breeze already carried a hint of warmth.

In the morning, Su Bai received a call from Xia Lin.

This beautiful counselor had finally finished her New Year holiday in her hometown of Shanghai and flown back to Jiangcheng.

Xia Lin possessed the innate gentleness and grace of a well-bred lady, but it was exactly this seemingly unattainable, rich, and beautiful counselor who treated Su Bai completely differently.

It was hard to say whether Xia Lin's preference for Su Bai was rational or purely physical, but either way, it was destiny.

On the phone, Xia Lin's voice was as gentle as water, revealing a trace of unconcealable longing.

She suggested having dinner together that evening, saying she had recently discovered a hidden gem of a new Italian restaurant in a secluded sycamore alley in Jiangcheng, with an authentic Italian head chef.

Su Bai didn't know much about Italian cuisine.

However, since it was Xia Lin's invitation, he naturally accepted with pleasure, thinking it would also be a good opportunity to see how an authentic Italian chef baked a pizza.

At dusk, Su Bai drove to the location Xia Lin had sent him.

It was a family-style Italian restaurant with an extremely low-profile signboard.

Pushing open the vintage wooden door, he was greeted by warm yellow lighting and the rich aroma of wheat.

Xia Lin was already sitting at the bar counter near the open kitchen.

As Su Bai approached, a flash of amazement and desire involuntarily crossed his eyes.

Today, Xia Lin wasn't wearing her usual dignified school attire; instead, she wore a slim-fitting beige cropped knit sweater.

Her gentle and elegant oval face featured light, tasteful makeup, exuding refinement with every frown and smile.

But the most fatal part was her lower half.

Today, she was wearing a pair of signature dark gray tight yoga pants.

This item, which demanded a flawless figure, was simply a visual feast on her body.

The high-stretch fabric clung tightly to her slender waist, full and perky peach-like buttocks, and long, straight legs, perfectly outlining her excellent, healthy, and vibrant curves. It radiated a lethal contrast of gentleness intertwined with sensuality.

"Su Bai, over here." Seeing Su Bai, Xia Lin's gentle eyes instantly lit up, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips.

"You couldn't wait to find me right after getting off the plane. It seems Xia missed me a lot over the New Year." Su Bai sat down beside her, naturally reaching out to wrap his arm around her slender waist, his nose lingering on the pleasant scent of her high-end perfume.

Xia Lin's delicate body trembled slightly, a blush spreading across her fair cheeks as she gave him a reproachful look. "Stop messing around, there are other people here. I was forced into all sorts of boring social events by my family every day in Shanghai; it's nowhere near as relaxing as being with you."

"Really? I thought after your mom met me, she wouldn't set you up on blind dates anymore."

"What blind dates? They were just ordinary social events!"

Xia Lin was immediately amused by Su Bai. Her sense of humor wasn't actually that easily triggered, but in front of Su Bai, she found it incredibly easy to laugh.

While the two were enjoying their affectionate moment, the Italian head chef with a full beard enthusiastically greeted them in broken Chinese.

This restaurant specialized in the most authentic Neapolitan handmade wood-fired pizza.

Because there weren't many customers in the shop at the moment, the passionate Italian chef specially invited them to the preparation counter to watch the pizza-making process up close.

Su Bai wrapped his arm around Xia Lin with great interest as they stood to the side.

They watched the chef take out a perfectly fermented, moist ball of dough. Without using a rolling pin at all, he relied entirely on his hands, gorgeously tossing and pressing it in the air.

The dough spun in the air, gradually turning into a perfect pizza base of even thickness.

Encouraged by the chef, Su Bai and Xia Lin also washed their hands and tried experiencing the process of laying out the ingredients.

Xia Lin rolled up her sleeves and gently and elegantly spread a rich red sauce made from San Marzano tomatoes evenly over the base. Then, she sprinkled a large handful of snow-white fresh buffalo mozzarella cheese, finally garnishing it with a few fresh basil leaves.

"Into the oven!"

The chef used a long-handled wooden peel to slide the pizza into the massive domed wood-fired oven burning fruitwood.

After just ninety seconds of high-temperature roasting, the edges of the dough quickly puffed up, blistering with enticing charred spots, while the cheese melted and bubbled under the intense heat.

"It's out!"

The chef brought the steaming Margherita pizza to the table and sliced it with a pizza wheel with a few clicks.

The rich milky aroma and the sweet and sour scent of tomatoes instantly ignited their taste buds.

Xia Lin couldn't wait to pinch the edge of a slice of pizza with her slender fingers and gently pull it up.

In an instant, the perfectly melted buffalo cheese stretched into several long, pale yellow, rich, and gooey cheese strings at the cut.

The white strings trembled under the warm yellow light, connecting the base to the slice in Xia Lin's hand, looking incredibly tempting.

Originally, this was just a highly appetizing food scene.

However, when Xia Lin looked at the strings, her mind suddenly conjured up some strange imagery.

Her gentle eyes suddenly trembled, and her gaze fixated on the white cheese strings.

Immediately after, as if electrocuted, her cheeks flushed completely red at a visible speed, and even her fair, slender neck and crystal-clear earlobes were covered in a startling crimson.

She quickly bit off the cheese string, lowered her head, and chewed guiltily, her eyes so panicked that she didn't dare look at Su Bai next to her.

Su Bai keenly caught Xia Lin's sudden and intense reaction.

The affection almost overflowing from her eyes and brows was truly moving.

It seemed that Xia really missed that kind of thing.

This was perhaps a drawback of Su Bai having too many female confidantes; even if he tried to share his favors equally, sometimes he just couldn't take care of everyone.

"Xia, the strings of this pizza..." Su Bai suddenly leaned close to her ear, his warm breath spraying on her auricle, "Did it remind you of something special?"

"You... don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and eat your pizza!"

Xia Lin was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in. Under the table, she gently kicked Su Bai with her long leg clad in yoga pants.

But that soft force wasn't kicking at all; it was clearly a half-hearted rejection acting as coquetry.

During the second half of the meal, Xia Lin ate absentmindedly, feeling her whole body burning hot, her long legs in yoga pants restlessly crossing and rubbing against each other under the table.

After the meal.

The two hastily bid farewell to the chef, quickly left the Italian restaurant, and arrived at the slightly dim underground parking lot.

Su Bai's Panamera was parked quietly in the corner.

The moment he pulled open the heavy rear door, Su Bai didn't even give Xia Lin a chance to sit properly.

"Mmh—!"

The temperature inside the car instantly soared.

It had to be said, the touch of Xia's signature yoga pants was simply fantastic to the extreme.

Su Bai even felt that she had carefully selected these yoga pants just to seduce him, so that after a brief period of separation, they could fully immerse themselves in it.