"No."
Back then, Chu Han wouldn’t even let the original owner touch her, let alone kiss her.
"Then did you just figure it out naturally?"
"Or maybe I’m just naturally gifted."
Wang Yixin let out a soft laugh and slowly placed her hand on Zhou Yi’s thigh, her fingertips lightly tracing circles over his leg. A tingling sensation instinctively spread through Zhou Yi’s body.
Then, she began rubbing her white-stockinged leg against his calf.
"Then, brother, are you gifted in other areas too?"
The girl leaned against Zhou Yi’s shoulder with a seductive gaze, her body practically melting into his.
Feeling the softness pressing against his arm, Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
Wang Yixin’s eyes were blatantly filled with temptation.
Zhou Yi remained unmoved by her advances, though he didn’t push her away either.
With women like Wang Yixin, his approach was simple: don’t initiate, but don’t reject.
"This is a milk tea shop, full of people coming and going. Aren’t you afraid someone might see?"
"So what if they do? Even if someone sees, they’ll just envy me. The usually aloof and untouchable male god kissing me in a corner—just thinking about it makes me wet."
"Do you act like this in front of other men too?"
"Of course not. Those guys aren’t even worthy. Brother, you’re the only one I’ve ever been this forward with."
Wang Yixin wasn’t lying. Around other guys, she maintained her goddess persona.
For these teenage boys, she didn’t even need to go this far—just a sweet word was enough to make them lose their minds.
But this tactic clearly didn’t work on Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stop.
"But this makes you seem cheap. I don’t like cheap women."
"Aren’t men supposed to enjoy physical pleasure? So me taking the initiative makes me cheap?"
"You’ve got it wrong. The real pleasure comes from being with a girl you like. Only when there’s emotional connection first, then physical intimacy, does it truly feel good."
Wang Yixin froze for a moment before withdrawing her hand and sitting up straight.
She tilted her head, looking at Zhou Yi in surprise.
This guy… he wasn’t like any of the men she’d met before.
Those other guys would’ve been over the moon just to get a kiss from her.
But Zhou Yi remained indifferent to her advances—even repelled.
For the first time, the green tea girl, who had always been effortlessly successful with men, felt a flicker of confusion.
"Then… do you like me?"
Wang Yixin’s eyes brimmed with anticipation.
Zhou Yi took a sip of his milk tea. "Isn’t it too early to talk about that? We’ve only met twice. Do you think that kind of ‘like’ even means anything? Do you want me to just like your looks?"
Wang Yixin blinked innocently. "What’s wrong with liking my looks? They’re still part of me."
Zhou Yi couldn’t help but chuckle.
He lightly tapped her head. "Then you probably just like my face too, huh?"
Wang Yixin nodded. "At first, yeah. I’ve never seen anyone as handsome and aloof as you."
"And now?"
"Now it’s you—the person. You’re different from those other guys. The soul beneath the looks is even more captivating."
Zhou Yi laughed and pulled the girl to her feet.
"Where are we going, brother?"
"Since you’re being so honest, I’ll give you a little gift."
Wang Yixin’s interest immediately perked up. "Really? What kind of gift?"
She’d dated rich guys before and received plenty of expensive presents. She wondered what Zhou Yi would give her.
Zhou Yi hailed a cab and took Wang Yixin to Huaihai’s largest luxury mall.
As a sophomore in college, Wang Yixin had never been to a place like this. The moment she stepped out of the car, she was stunned by the towering building.
She glanced at the sign—K11—and couldn’t help but gasp.
So this was the K11 those rich kids were always bragging about.
It was the biggest, most extravagant mall in the city center, filled with nothing but luxury brands. Only those with serious wealth dared to casually bring their girlfriends here.
"Brother, are you taking me in here to buy a gift?"
"Mm. Let’s go take a look."
Wang Yixin recalled the rumors about Zhou Yi. Could it be that he wasn’t just a rumored rich kid, but an ultra-wealthy one?
She followed Zhou Yi inside, the cool air conditioning instantly relaxing her.
Looking around, she noticed all the other shoppers were dressed in designer brands. She and Zhou Yi stuck out like sore thumbs—especially since Zhou Yi was still wearing his school uniform.
"So, what are you planning to buy me?"
"Your lipstick got smudged when I kissed you, right? Pick one you like."
"I get to choose? Any price is fine?"
"Mm. The lipstick counters are right ahead. Go pick one out."
Wang Yixin’s eyes sparkled.
Chanel, Tom Ford, YSL, CL, Guerlain, Lancôme, Armani, Estée Lauder, Gucci, Dior…
Every brand a woman could dream of!
By college, most girls had already started experimenting with makeup.
Any girl who wore makeup would recognize these brands instantly.
Some of these lipsticks cost thousands.
The only high-end lipstick she owned was a Chanel one from an ex—something she barely dared to use.
She really loved that shade. If possible, she wanted to get the same one again.
But she wasn’t sure if Zhou Yi would agree—Chanel wasn’t exactly cheap.
So she pulled out her Chanel lipstick from her bag.
"Brother, look. I think this brand is really nice. Should we check it out?"
She assumed guys didn’t know much about lipstick.
But Zhou Yi had pursued plenty of high-maintenance women in his past life—he was already familiar with every one of these brands.
He strode straight to the Chanel counter.
"Hello, we’d like to look at your lipsticks."
The Chanel sales associate was a meticulously made-up woman in her mid-twenties.
Her eyes lit up when she saw Zhou Yi’s face—but the moment she noticed his clothes, shoes, and pants (none of which were name-brand), her expression soured.
Wang Yixin handed her Chanel lipstick to the SA.
"Pick whatever shade you like. Go ahead."
Wang Yixin hadn’t expected Zhou Yi to actually agree to buy her a Chanel lipstick.
Her eyes shining, she said to the SA, "Hi, I’d like this shade. Do you still have it in stock?"
The woman glanced at the lipstick in Wang Yixin’s hand and smirked—though her smile carried a hint of condescension.
"You two look like college students, right?"
"Yes, sis."
"Sweetie, the one you’re holding seems to be a fake. Are you sure the shade is even accurate?"
"What? A fake? That’s impossible..."
Wang Yixin stared at the lipstick in her hand, too embarrassed to believe it.
"The embossing on the top isn’t clean or layered. On the authentic ones, the engraving is precise and well-defined."
The SA opened the lipstick, examining the base and the tube itself.
"On genuine products, the inner layer doesn't bulge when fastened, while fakes show inner layer protrusion when closed."
"Authentic items have evenly spaced base markings with consistent thickness, whereas counterfeit versions display irregular spacing and inconsistent line weight."
"The inner walls of real products are thick, while knockoffs have noticeably thinner walls."
"Authentic logos feature bold fonts with deep engravings, while fake ones use thinner fonts with shallow imprints."
"Little sister, this is definitely a fake - and the lowest quality kind at that."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
