"No."
Chu Han had never allowed the original host to even touch her back then—how could she possibly have kissed him?
"So, are you saying you figured it out all by yourself?"
"Maybe I'm just naturally talented."
Wang Yixin chuckled softly, her hand slowly gliding onto Zhou Yi's thigh. Her fingertips traced delicate circles, sending a shiver coursing through his veins.
Then, she began brushing her leg, clad in white stockings, against his calf.
"Yi-Gege, do you possess such natural talent in other areas too?"
The girl leaned into Zhou Yi's shoulder, her sultry gaze locking onto him as if trying to meld their bodies together. Feeling the softness pressing against his arm, Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
In Wang Yixin's eyes, there was no mistaking the blatant allure she exuded.
Unmoved by her advances, Zhou Yi neither pushed her away. For women like Wang Yixin, his strategy was simple: don't initiate, but don't reject either.
"This is a milk tea shop with people coming and going. Aren't you worried about being seen?"
"So what if they see? Even if someone catches us, they'll only envy me. Imagine—an aloof godlike man kissing me in the corner. Just thinking about it makes me tingle."
"Do you act like this around other men too?"
"Of course not. Those men aren't worthy of it. Yi-Gege, I've only ever been this bold with you."
Wang Yixin wasn't lying. In front of other boys, she maintained her poised goddess-like demeanor. For teenage boys like them, she didn't need to try hard; a few sweet words were enough to leave them dizzy.
But clearly, this approach didn't work on Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi grabbed her wrist, halting her movements.
"Behaving like this makes you seem cheap. I don't like women who cheapen themselves."
"Aren't men all about physical pleasure? If I take the initiative, does that make me cheap?"
"You're mistaken. True pleasure comes when you're with someone you genuinely like. Emotional connection first, then physical intimacy—that's real satisfaction."
Wang Yixin hesitated, pulling her hand back and sitting upright. She tilted her head slightly, looking at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
This boy... he was different from any man she'd encountered before. Most guys would lose their minds over a single kiss from her, yet Zhou Yi remained indifferent—even repelled by her advances.
The girl, known for wrapping men around her finger without fail, felt a rare pang 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 such fleeting attraction holds meaning? Or do you want me to admire your appearance alone?"
Wang Yixin blinked innocently. "Is it wrong to appreciate beauty? After all, this is still my face we're talking about."
Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh. He tapped her lightly on the head. "So you only like me for my looks, right?"
Wang Yixin nodded. "At first, yes. I've never met anyone as handsome and aloof as you."
"And now?"
"Now, it's about you as a person. You're different from those other men. The soul beneath the surface captivates me more than anything else."
Zhou Yi chuckled and stood up, pulling the girl along with him.
"Where are we going, Yi-Gege?"
"Since you've been so honest, I'll give you a little gift."
Wang Yixin's interest sparked instantly. "What is it? What kind of gift?"