Yu Zexiao finished his gin and couldn’t stand it anymore. He slapped his glass on the table, frowning unhappily, "I want to go back and rest!"
"Rest? Are you just too eager to go roll in the sheets with your little assistant?" Ling Yichuan finished his drink in one gulp, raising an eyebrow suggestively. His soft lips turned even more luscious as they glistened with the liquor, blatantly making loose comments at the table.
At his words, everyone else in the crew was taken aback. The relationship between Yu Zexiao and Jian Anning had been speculated by many, but the two always bickered. Although they were close, there wasn’t a hint of romantic ambiguity, not the slightest resemblance to a couple.
Ling Yichuan continued to tease with a playful smile, "I see that little assistant has a nice figure. Curvy in all the right places, with skin soft and fair. But the most important thing is—she’s vigorous! Must be fun to play with."
To them, they had seen too many beauties. Women from the entertainment industry, like Jiang Xuanqi, who were keen to throw themselves into the fire, numbered in the thousands, if not more. Some even experienced aesthetic fatigue. However, girls like Jian Anning, who were meticulous and well-behaved and did not fawn over them, were quite rare.
For men, especially discerning ones with considerable experience like Ling Yichuan, a woman’s good looks were less important than a good figure. After all, in the dark, everyone is a beauty. It’s the physique, something one can thoroughly examine on a long night, that can’t be hidden. From his perspective, the assistant’s figure was certainly standard-setting. With her, without a doubt, the tactile and sensual experiences were first-class!
Especially her personality, which was really quite rare. What he wanted was her uncompromising, undefeated, orderly, and proud character—tougher than the average demure girl, more tender than the haughty daughters of wealthy families, with more backbone than female stars like Jiang Xuanqi. If a man could make such a woman hold a place for him in her heart, it would give him an immense sense of conquest.
He had a sharp hunch that there was definitely an intimate relationship between Yu Zexiao and Jian Anning. However, Yu Zexiao’s attitude seemed hardly the way one would treat a girlfriend. Instead, it was more like—she was merely a vessel for venting physical needs. Plus, after he had a little to drink, his brain got excited, and he started to talk nonsense with his arm around his friend’s shoulder.
Upon hearing Ling Yichuan’s words, Yu Zexiao’s face immediately darkened. Without saying another word, he grabbed Ling Yichuan by the collar, "What did you say? Say it again!"
His voice was already very distinctive, and it immediately rose in volume upon hearing Ling Yichuan’s drunken blabber.
All of a sudden, all eyes in the bar downstairs focused on them!
Leng Yunlin and Qin Xian, seeing that things were getting out of hand, quickly pulled the two men apart, one pushing down each. Jiang Xuanqi immediately said, "Young Master Ling is just joking. How could Zexiao fancy that kind of woman?"
Her words were completely ignored by everyone present. After sitting down, Ling Yichuan seemed to come to his senses, realizing that not only their group of buddies was there but other people were watching too! He immediately said, "Sorry, I’ve had too much to drink. Don’t mind me."
Only then did Yu Zexiao let out a light "hmph" from his nose.
The tipsy look in Ling Yichuan’s eyes suddenly became slyly alert as he glanced