Silence fell for a moment before Luo Bingying suddenly raised her chin, her sharp gaze fixed on Shen Yuan, "What are we even considered as?"
Shen Yuan tossed the question back to her.
Luo Bingying looked at him coldly, "If you want to be with me, you should keep a distance from Weiwei. If it's Weiwei you want, you should stay away from me."
Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow, "Isn't there a way to have the best of both worlds?"
Luo Bingying knew what he implied and immediately tried to break free from Shen Yuan.
Instead, Shen Yuan pulled her into his arms, lowering his voice to whisper, "Keep it down, don't let Zhou Peiwei hear."
Luo Bingying stopped speaking, but her struggles grew fiercer; however, with Shen Yuan's physical strength, there was no way she could easily break free.
The harder Luo Bingying tried, the tighter Shen Yuan held her, and soon, Luo Bingying lacked the strength to resist any longer.
Her usually pale complexion now flush with frustration and embarrassment, "Shen Yuan, forget it, it's not possible!"
Shen Yuan sighed, "Then, let's forget it."
Luo Bingying thought Shen Yuan was giving up, which was unlike him.
"So, are you choosing me or her?"
Luo Bingying asked with a hopeful look.
Shen Yuan pondered, "I'll tell you I choose you here, and then tell her the same thing in front of her. That should work, right?"
Luo Bingying was so upset she could hardly speak; how could someone be as shameless as Shen Yuan.
"Shh, no more talking."
Shen Yuan lowered his voice, then enveloped Luo Bingying and moved toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
Her slim waist was soft and felt very nice to hold.
Shen Yuan gently explored while scrutinizing Luo Bingying's outfit.
A white overlay shirt, clean and neat, and underneath was a gray vest, revealing her sexy collarbones and pale chest.
Luo Bingying had indeed grown since middle school, now somewhere between a B and a C cup, still quite some way behind someone like Zhou Peiwei in that regard.
Fortunately, her cool demeanor actually worked better without being too endowed.
And her slim waist compensated for her small bust, holding Shen Yuan's hands captive.
Luo Bingying's face flushed to her chest, her brows furrowed tightly, she placed a hand against Shen Yuan's chest to block him, "Shen Yuan, that's enough."
Shen Yuan purposely inquired.
"Everywhere is enough."
Luo Bingying slightly closed her eyes, only feeling her body heat up with each movement of Shen Yuan's palm.
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Shen Yuan found it quite amusing; the two best friends complement each other perfectly—one always burning hot, and the other always spouting off like a fountain.
"What's today's choice of undergarment?"
Shen Yuan nibbled her ear as he asked.
"Ah, no, you can't..."
Luo Bingying knew what Shen Yuan was about to do and quickly shielded her chest with her hands.
However, Shen Yuan countered by slipping into her shirt. He didn't go straight into her vest but felt around on her back through a layer of fabric.
"Shen Yuan, really, stop, Weiwei is going to come out soon."
Luo Bingying whispered, knowing that if Shen Yuan targeted the front, she could defend better, but at the back where the fasteners were, she couldn't stop him.
Shen Yuan signaled for her to be quiet and continued his venture, then silently unhooked her "bra" clasp.
Shen Yuan was well-versed with bra clasps; he could undo them even through clothing.
Feeling her breasts lose support, Luo Bingying panicked: "Shen Yuan, you... really shouldn't, Weiwei is about to come out."
"You just said she wouldn't come out so soon," Shen Yuan, an experienced predator, wasn't in a hurry and lingered at her back.
In such times, it was best to wait until the prey couldn't stand it anymore before making a move.
From her facial expressions and body language, like her fleeting gaze, restless fingers, and twisting waist, it was clear that it was time to act.
Thus, Shen Yuan slipped his hand into her vest, still focusing on her back, and slowly wrestled with her hands, gradually advancing until he held something soft in his grasp after several minutes.
Luo Bingying mumbled indistinctly, her eyes completely shut, her hands now clutching her vest tightly.
The two stood in front of a 270-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, with countless skyscrapers ahead of them. The densely packed floors and windows seemed to spy on them.
Both understood that the windows were one-way glass, yet there was an unspeakable thrill about being there.
Luo Bingying wasn't very voluptuous, but what she lacked in size, she made up for in feel—more substantial than the fat around her waist and very elastic, coupled with a special burning sensation, Shen Yuan didn't dare to exert too much force.
People always want more; having gained something precious, they still seek to explore other unknown treasures. Shen Yuan's hand slid down further, venturing downward.
Luo Bingying hastily tried to stop him, but it was too late—her jeans were loose enough only to stay up, but a hand could easily slide in.
Shen Yuan went further, slipping a nimble strap into her mouth, letting her relive a middle school kiss.
Luo Bingying's mouth emitted muffled sounds, but it was too late; all lines had been breached.
Her body gradually softened, leaving her no choice but to lean on Shen Yuan, inhaling his unique scent, which was both soothing and thrilling.