From Zhou Yuwen's perspective, all he needed to do was lower his head slightly to see through Tao Tian's strappy top very clearly, especially now that Tao Tian was pressing herself directly into Zhou Yuwen's arms.
And Tao Tian was fully aware of it too; she was doing it on purpose. At this moment, Zhou Yuwen wasn't drunk at all, but since Tao Tian was actively leaning into him, Zhou Yuwen felt no need to reject her—after all, having her press against his chest was quite comfortable.
Therefore, Zhou Yuwen still pretended to be drunk, leaning on the back seat and pretending to doze off, while Tao Tian persistently burrowed into his embrace. Initially, Zhou Yuwen's hand was a bit cautious, not wrapping around Tao Tian's waist, but as the suspended discomfort lingered, his arm grew tired and eventually landed around her waist.
Far from rejecting him, Tao Tian even made a face like a little girl at Zhou Yuwen and hummed, moving his hand around on her waist.
Between men and women, they both actually enjoy this kind of ultimate ambiguity; it's a silent understanding. Of course, during this process, Zhou Yuwen's body was leaning to the side, slightly avoiding Tao Tian.
But Tao Tian insisted on following him, her body leaning directly onto Zhou Yuwen's, her long legs still properly crossed as she sat.
Her pair of beautiful legs were also a noteworthy feature, her curvaceous rear in a hip-hugging skirt and high heels tucked inside the car.
"Hey, do you know who that man was who was talking to you just now?"
Tao Tian spoke to Zhou Yuwen as she lay in his arms, her lips glossy from the lipstick, speaking in a soft Mandarin—she knew all too well how to stir a boy's hormones.
"Mmhm," Zhou Yuwen remained unmoved.
So Tao Tian said that she had searched on Baidu, and the man was the vice-president of the Zhejiang Merchants Tea Association.
"I heard he has personal assets of over a billion. You can't tell at all," Tao Tian muttered to herself, also saying it's amazing how someone like that wanted to take Zhou Yuwen as a godson.
"If you really became his godson, you would be quite amazing, wouldn't you?" Tao Tian's eyes sparkled faintly in the darkness, and now she was lying on Zhou Yuwen's knees, almost tilted enough to touch little Zhou.
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But Zhou Yuwen just closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, ignoring her.
"Humph!" Tao Tian, disappointed by Zhou Yuwen's lack of response, pulled his arm over, hugging his hand to her chest.
Like a baby clutching a pacifier.
She thought Zhou Yuwen was drunk, when in reality, Zhou Yuwen simply didn't want to talk.
Tao Tian might have been tired too—lying on Zhou Yuwen's knees , in a while, she began to feel drowsy.
Until they reached the school gates, and the car came to a stop.
Zhou Yuwen woke Tao Tian, telling her they had arrived.
Confused upon waking, Tao Tian asked, "Are we here?"
Zhou Yuwen didn't speak; he paid the cab driver, got out of the car and left.
It was nearly ten o'clock when they arrived at the school, and the entrance seemed somewhat desolate.
The road at the intersection was illuminated by dim, yellow streetlights.
Zhou Yuwen carried his casual suit jacket over his arm, dressed only in a thin shirt with rolled-up sleeves, which, in such an ambiance, made him appear especially atmospheric.
At this moment, Tao Tian became somewhat aware of her fuzziness. After getting out of the car and rubbing her eyes, she asked sleepily, "You're not drunk?"
"Just that little bit of alcohol isn't enough to get to me," Zhou Yuwen replied indifferently, his eyes now much clearer than they were in the car.
Tao Tian wanted to mention the ambiguity with Zhou Yuwen in the car but then thought better of it and decided it wasn't necessary.
Zhou Yuwen said, "Then I'll leave you here."
"Aren't you going back to the dormitory?"
"No, I live outside," Zhou Yuwen replied.
Tao Tian suddenly remembered what Zheng Yanyan had bragged about in the literature and art department and couldn't help but laugh, "Oh right, I heard Yanyan say that you bought an apartment in Lanting."
"Mm," Zhou Yuwen responded to Tao Tian without much enthusiasm.
"You're not going to escort me back to the dorm?" Tao Tian obviously didn't want to part with Zhou Yuwen.
Zhou Yuwen chuckled, "Surely the senior can find her way back to the dorm, right?"
Tao Tian, somewhat disappointed, thought for a moment and then said, "Oh right, I'm a bit hungry. How about you accompany me to the alley to buy some spicy clams?"
Zhou Yuwen glanced at his wristwatch, which he had purchased in Macau, intending to decline, but before he could speak, Tao Tian took his arm.
"Come on, just keep me company," she urged.
Zhou Yuwen had no choice but to agree.
At that moment, Tao Tian was still in high heels, like a runaway princess just returned from a ball, and it must be said that high heels indeed add to a woman's charm, especially for a woman like Tao Tian.
Once she took an interest in Zhou Yuwen, she pursued it with unrestrained effort, hinting at Zhou Yuwen verbally and making physical contact as well.
There were not exactly alone at the school entrance; there were still many students coming back late from part-time jobs, although their attire was very ordinary, unlike Zhou Yuwen in his suit and Tao Tian in her tight skirt and high heels.
Very few could recognize Zhou Yuwen, but many recognized Tao Tian and they were all stunned for a moment before shifting their gazes to Zhou Yuwen.
The normally aloof senior Tao Tian was now like an innocent and exuberant young girl in front of Zhou Yuwen, with endless things to say. She talked about how clumsy and silly she was and mentioned how delicious the spicy clams were in the alley, although they were a bit too spicy.