The man's gaze burned as he stared at her, his tone extremely serious as he uttered her name: "Yu Wanwan."
"Mm..." She responded softly, opening her eyes in a 'final burst of energy,' but her expression was completely vacant.
Zhang Jingxu, hearing her ambiguous response—whether it was a question or affirmation—spoke in a bitter and devout tone: "Sometimes I think you're as slow as a sloth. I've been so clear, and you still don't know who I like?"
He stopped testing and hinting and just laid it out directly: "It's not someone from the company, and not someone else. It's you, who stays by my side every day. Yu Wanwan, I like you. I liked you even before you proposed marriage. Making you teach me how to date was just a pretext to get close to you and understand you. I was afraid that if I agreed too readily, you'd feel uneasy. But now I don't want to engage in any transactions with you, and I don't want to act with you anymore. I just want... to like you purely."
"Wanwan." He called her name tenderly, gently holding her hand, continuing to express his feelings: "Can you understand my feelings? I want to be with you forever. I can accept your adaptation period or probation period, as long as you give me a chance. Is that okay?"
Yu Wanwan gently squeezed his hand, but didn't speak.
"Are you listening to me?" Seeing the increasingly heavy eyelids of the person on the bed, Zhang Jingxu asked uncertainly: "Do I need to repeat myself?"
The room was silent.
Yu Wanwan on the bed had completely closed her eyes. Zhang Jingxu sighed helplessly. He began to regret why he had chosen to confess when she was blackout drunk.
He stood up to leave, but the already asleep Yu Wanwan suddenly grabbed his hand, her voice hazy as if in a dream: "Don't go..."
Zhang Jingxu looked down at the delicate hand tightly holding his, not quite catching her muttered words. He bent down and asked softly: "What did you say?"
"Lu Peizhi..."
These three words slipped out of her mouth as lightly as feathers, but hit Zhang Jingxu's heart like a thousand pounds.
His wife was actually calling her ex's name in her dream.
He could no longer restrain himself. He bent down, turned her face toward him, jealousy and anger intertwining, and said: "Yu Wanwan, look carefully. This is my home. I am your husband, not Lu Peizhi!"
"Mm..." On the verge of falling asleep, Yu Wanwan was inexplicably woken up. Her expression was impatient as she struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, wanting to see which reckless person was disturbing her peaceful dream.
Zhang Jingxu's gaze was locked onto her face, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Look carefully. Who am I?"
Yu Wanwan's eyes blurred as she avoided the glaring light on the ceiling. This time, she saw clearly. The face so close to her was the man she wanted to sleep with at every moment.
Their eyes—one clear, one hazy—met. In an instant, Yu Wanwan suddenly raised one hand and slowly touched his cheek.
Zhang Jingxu was confused by her sudden intimate gesture. He looked at the seemingly delighted expression on the woman beneath him, slightly furrowed his brows, and tentatively called: "Yu Wanwan?"
"Mm..." She responded softly.
He asked again, his voice tinged with nervousness that she might call the wrong name: "Do you know who you're touching?"
Yu Wanwan didn't speak. With her hazy eyes, she slowly traced from the bridge of his nose up to his brow, as if feeling his bones.
After a long while, she finally spoke slowly: "Zhang Jingxu."
When she softly uttered this name, Zhang Jingxu's heart instantly melted. The overwhelming jealousy and tension seemed to be extinguished by a timely rain. He reached out and gently held her hand that was caressing him, leading her step by step: "Who is Zhang Jingxu?"
Yu Wanwan didn't answer. Instead, she freed her hand, placed it on his shoulder for leverage, and in a dizzying swirl, he was pressed down onto the bed by her momentum.
Half of her body pressed against his. Her other hand continued to tease his face, her movements becoming bolder, as if admiring a pleasing work of art.
The next second, her thumb slowly brushed over his lips. After pausing on them for two seconds, she leaned down and kissed him.
A brief touch, a fleeting contact.
The man's eyes widened in shock. He probably hadn't expected Yu Wanwan to kiss him proactively. His heart began to race like a deer crashing.
He was actually... getting flustered by a woman.
Zhang Jingxu swallowed hard. Meeting Yu Wanwan's eyes, which were tinted with a hint of seduction, his voice cracked with panic: "What do you want to do?"
Yu Wanwan pulled open the collar of his T-shirt. By now, she was completely treating the man beneath her as a dream—a spring dream granted by the God of Dreams to fulfill her birthday wish.
Since it was a dream, she didn't need to hold back. She could do whatever she wanted.
She gently placed a fragrant kiss on his collarbone, and one hand began restlessly sneaking under his shirt. After touching the abs she had been longing for, she couldn't help but reveal an even brighter smile.
The man's body was taut now, the lines of his abs especially pronounced.
Yu Wanwan brought her mouth close to his ear and softly said something that had been bottled up in her heart for a long time: "Do you know? Actually, the first time I saw you on that rainy night... I really wanted to sleep with you."
Zhang Jingxu's eyes grew wider and wider. He asked almost incredulously: "What did you say?"
"I said..." Yu Wanwan moved even closer, her voice like an alluring hook, speaking word by word: "I want to sleep with you. Very, very much."
Hearing such blatant words come out of her mouth, Zhang Jingxu couldn't help clenching his fists at his sides. He had never imagined that Yu Wanwan, a woman with such an innocent-looking face, could have such crazy thoughts inside.
She was actually interested in his body?!