The blonde woman leaned close to Zhou Yi’s ear, her breath warm and fragrant as she whispered, "Haven’t you ever been with a woman before? Why are you so shy?"
Zhou Yi pressed his lips together and denied it. "Of course I have... I’ve had a girlfriend."
Claire just laughed. "But your reaction doesn’t seem like it, sir. Your ears are turning red."
With a single glance, Claire noticed Zhou Yi’s flushed ears—clear proof he was just putting up a front.
Young men always had their inexplicable pride. Claire smiled, her dazzling grin almost blinding.
What she didn’t know was that sometimes, the body could deceive.
"Miss, could you please get off me?"
"Sorry, my leg was hurting a little, so I borrowed your lap for support. What’s your name?"
Claire wasn’t the least bit bothered by Zhou Yi’s clueless demeanor.
Even after getting up, she remained half-leaning against him, as if boneless, her hand resting on his shoulder, occasionally brushing against his neck.
"Call me Alan."
Zhou Yi picked up his drink, about to take a sip, but Claire snatched it from him.
She raised an eyebrow at him, took a swig from his glass, and then—before he could pretend to react—pressed her lips to his.
The taste of alcohol filled their mouths as Claire’s tongue slipped past his teeth with practiced ease.
This woman... was damnably seductive!
Around them, the crowd erupted in cheers. The bar’s patrons whistled and pounded their tables, watching the scene unfold.
Claire didn’t even close her eyes. Her gaze locked onto Zhou Yi’s, heavy with desire, her half-lidded eyes enough to make anyone’s pulse race.
Those mesmerizing eyes held an irresistible allure as she flirted with him, while Zhou Yi played the innocent, letting her take the lead.
She was like a queen, regal and untouchable.
She settled back onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss him again.
With a beauty in his arms, Zhou Yi could feel the soft curves of her body even through his sweatshirt.
Her lips trailed from his mouth to his ear, her voice a sultry whisper. "This is what a woman feels like, Mr. Alan. Ever experienced it before?"
If not for the fact they were in a crowded bar, Zhou Yi might’ve thought they were in a hotel bed.
Claire was truly fearless.
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Zhou Yi continued his act of naivety.
"What... what are you doing? There are so many people here."
"I know. My girls are cheering for us."
"Do you... like me?"
"Of course. And my friends like you too."
As soon as Claire spoke, the other women around her leaned in, pressing kisses to Zhou Yi’s cheeks.
"Just a little peck, Alan. I really like you."
"Oops, my lipstick left a mark on your face, Alan."
"You’re so handsome. I bet half the women in this bar want to sleep with you—myself included."
Zhou Yi glanced up and saw numerous women watching them. When their eyes met, they blew him kisses and batted their lashes.
He quickly looked down.
Claire, amused by his adorable reaction, nestled against him and laughed.
"Alan, I heard you just went through a breakup?"
"Yeah. She doesn’t love me anymore."
"Don’t worry. Plenty of others will. A man like you? Women are never in short supply. I can’t believe she let someone like you slip away."
She had almost said "sleep with" but caught herself.
"Maybe women are just hard to understand. I don’t get them."
"Actually, women are easy. Take me, for example—I’m already smitten with you, Alan. You’re the most handsome, adorable guy I’ve ever met."
Claire didn’t hold back her compliments. The young man really was both charming and cute.
"Thanks for the kind words. What’s your name? I still don’t know."
"You can call me Wild Rose. That’s what everyone calls me."
Claire loved wearing red dresses and had a fiery personality, hence the nickname.
"But I want to know your real name, not just a nickname."
Zhou Yi played the part of a man entranced, gazing at her shyly.
Claire smirked. The prey was hooked.
"Fine, I’ll tell just you. My name is Claire."
"Alan, I think you need someone to guide you into experiences you’ve never had before. That’s the only way to truly understand women."
"You won’t learn from books or movies. You learn... in bed."
She whispered the last word against his ear.
"Miss Claire, are you... pursuing me with ulterior motives?"
"Isn’t it obvious, Alan? Don’t you like me?"
"But I haven’t gotten over her yet. How can I just... with you?"
Claire pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Come with me. I’ll make you forget her. One night with me, and you won’t even remember what she looks like."
"Sometimes, alcohol isn’t enough to erase someone. You need another person to take their place in your heart."
Having said that much, Claire had made her intentions clear. Zhou Yi stopped pretending—when the moment called for action, he acted.
"I understand what you mean, Miss Claire."
"If you like drinking, I have plenty of fine wine at my place. Come home with me."
"Okay."
Pleased with his answer, Claire kissed his cheek.
"Alan, you’re so interesting."
"What’s interesting about me?"
"You’re like a man from the last century. If I’d met you sooner, I would’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you."
Too bad she’d seen too much of men’s fickleness and had become just like them.
Claire pulled out her lipstick and handed it to Zhou Yi.
"Alan, you’ve kissed all my lipstick off. Will you put it back on for me?"
She pouted at him, looking more like she was asking for a kiss than a touch-up.
"But I’m not good at this. I might mess it up."
"Doesn’t matter. You’ll just kiss it off again anyway."
"You... When are we leaving? If I get any drunker, I won’t be able to walk."
"Relax. Even if you can’t walk, I’ll carry you back."
No way she’d let her prey escape now. Claire closed her eyes, waiting for Zhou Yi to apply her lipstick.
But instead, the young man gently kissed her.
Her eyes flew open in surprise.
Zhou Yi’s kiss was feather-light, barely there, yet carried an inexplicable tenderness.
He pulled back after just two seconds.
"You looked like you wanted me to kiss you."
With that, he focused intently on reapplying her lipstick.
As if handling some precious treasure, with that gentle and focused expression, Claire was momentarily lost in thought.
She suddenly smiled and said again, "The woman who broke up with you will surely regret it."
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