When the day began, Xiaoyan had indeed come with the intention of taking her relationship with Zhang Yan a step further. She had tried to tease and provoke him at every turn. However, things had progressed far beyond her expectations. Their relationship had certainly advanced, but perhaps a bit too much. By the time she realized it, she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to, because she was already deeply ensnared herself.

She had overestimated her own skills at playing hard to get and drastically underestimated Zhang Yan’s charm.

After their driving practice earlier today, she knew something inside her had changed. She realized that she didn’t just have a slight crush on him—she was utterly infatuated. His unshakeable composure in a life-or-death moment, his handsome profile, his bottomless wealth… everything about him was fatally attractive to her. No matter how much Zhang Yan crossed the line, her mind was filled with shyness, nervousness, and the urge to flee, but never outright rejection.

Right now, she couldn’t refuse him at all. She couldn’t deny any of his demands, even the one she wasn’t completely ready for yet. She wondered, “Am I really going to give myself to him today and transition into a true woman?”

She didn’t know. Her heart was in a chaotic tangle. So, faced with Zhang Yan’s relentless approach, she chose to close her eyes, turn her head away, and play the ostrich.

Running away might be cowardly, but it was effective. Whether Zhang Yan took this as her tacit consent, or whether he recklessly and forcefully took her anyway, she would remain the passive, desired party. She could preserve her final shred of modesty, effectively throwing the ultimate choice back into Zhang Yan’s court.

But how could Zhang Yan let her off so easily?

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

It was that familiar, domineering tone that so easily intoxicated her. Xiaoyan’s delicate body trembled, and though reluctant, she slowly opened her eyes. Their gazes met. Zhang Yan’s eyes were so lofty, like a sovereign who dictated her destiny, looking down from on high at his own possession. His stare was a bit cold, but she could sense that hidden deep within it was an overwhelming desire for her.

She felt a thrill of joy but didn’t dare to look too long. She hurriedly let her gaze go blank, using the unfocused stare to combat the unbearable shyness. The distance between them continued to close until their noses touched. Their breaths mingled in a steady rhythm, exchanging each other’s scent. A slight lack of oxygen made the situation increasingly intoxicating for both of them.

Seeing Xiaoyan’s dazed expression and realizing she was still trying her best to avoid the issue, Zhang Yan felt dissatisfied. He issued another command. “Look into my eyes and tell me, are you willing?”

A hint of grievance rose in Xiaoyan’s eyes, and her nose tingled with the urge to cry. She had already done everything he asked, so why was he still pushing her? She had already silently consented to whatever he wanted to do next. Why did he insist on making her admit it out loud?

She wondered, “Does he force Yuyu like this when they are together?”

After waiting a moment and not getting the answer he wanted, Zhang Yan’s tone grew colder. “If you aren’t willing, forget it. I’ll leave right now.”

He feigned anger and made a show of getting up to leave.

“No!”

All other petty emotions vanished from Xiaoyan’s eyes, leaving only intense panic. Both of her hands tightly gripped the front of Zhang Yan’s shirt, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Zhang Yan, however, showed no sign of softening. His voice remained icy. “No what?”

“…Don’t leave.”

“Why shouldn’t I leave? You’re not willing, and I’m not the type to force anyone.”

After a long silence, Xiaoyan knew she could no longer run away. Looking at Zhang Yan’s impatient expression, she realized she wouldn’t get a second chance.

“I am willing.”

Her response, as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, obviously still failed to satisfy him. “You are willing to do what? Speak up and make it clear!”

He gave her no breathing room, aggressively demanding she say the very words that made her most ashamed. Zhang Yan was doing this on purpose. Since Xiaoyan’s personality was naturally inclined to put on airs, he intended to shatter all of that. He would strip away her facade completely, forcing her to present her deepest, truest self to him.

Inside Xiaoyan, panic, grievance, and a desperate reluctance to let him go tangled together once more.

She cried out in her mind, “I just want the most basic dignity and modesty! Why won’t you give me that? Why can’t you take the initiative? Why must you force me…”

She panted heavily, her not-so-clever little brain on the verge of short-circuiting. On one side was her last remaining shred of pride; on the other was Zhang Yan’s ruthless advance. She didn’t know what to choose in this moment.

Suddenly, as if a taut string had snapped, she reclaimed that bizarre feeling she had experienced not long ago—when Zhang Yan had interrogated her about whether she was wearing anything underneath. Her breathing gradually steadied, and a strange light flickered in her eyes. She let go of everything. In this very moment, she only wanted to follow her most authentic inner self.

“I am willing. I’m willing to do anything!” she practically shouted.

A wild, free, uninhibited, and joyful light danced in her gaze. Highly satisfied, Zhang Yan finally gave her his response.

He thought to himself, “Today, I’ve shared a first kiss with yet another girl.”

After a long, deep bout of anaerobic exercise, they temporarily needed to catch their breath. The two parted slightly. Zhang Yan once again looked down from on high at Xiaoyan’s misty eyes. Her moist, glossy lips and the tiny pink tip of her tongue slightly peeking out held a unique, captivating allure.

Although this was a good start, if he wanted to permanently and thoroughly correct Xiaoyan’s habit of maintaining a facade, Zhang Yan felt he needed to give her one last push.

“I don’t care what kind of persona you build for yourself elsewhere, but from now on, in front of me, I will not allow you to hide behind any masks.

“Say exactly what you think, and ask straightforwardly for whatever you want. As long as you’re a good girl, I will satisfy your every need.

“But if I find out you’re misbehaving, I will punish you—a punishment far more intense than taking you shopping today. Understood?”

This time, devoid of all her former coyness and hesitation, Xiaoyan replied without a second thought, “I understand, honey. I’ll definitely be a good girl and listen to everything you say!”

However, thinking back on today’s punishment, a faint, secret urge actually sprouted in Xiaoyan’s mind to intentionally make a little mistake just to experience that discipline again. Changes she hadn’t even realized herself had genuinely taken root deep within her heart.

Zhang Yan nodded in satisfaction. “Now, you know what to do.”

This time, Xiaoyan didn’t act coy anymore.

Because Zhang Yan needed to train her, he had been deliberately maintaining a cold voice and a stern face. In reality, the fire in his own heart had long been burning out of control. Yet, at the very end, he used his last remaining shred of reason to ask, “Do you have a spare set of bedsheets?”

Xiaoyan nodded, not quite understanding why he asked.

Knowing he wouldn’t have to sleep on a mess of dirty bedsheets afterward, Zhang Yan finally let go of his last reservation.

Fire ignited the night.

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