11 p.m.
Inside the master bedroom, the lighting was dim and warm.
Tang Song lounged against the leather sofa at the foot of the bed, resting with his eyes closed.
He wore only a pair of black boxer briefs, the lines of his muscles rising and falling in the shifting light.
Faint sounds came from the bathroom: brushing teeth, rinsing, even the soft "psst-psst" of a spray.
The scenes from the living room carpet replayed in his mind over and over like slow motion.
He had to admit, School Beauty Shen was really something.
Her initiative, her clumsy inexperience—
Especially her eyes.
Throughout the whole process, her gaze had barely left his face.
Those beautiful eyes held a mixture of blazing ambition, near-dizzying adoration, irrepressible shame, and complete submission.
Those intensely contradictory emotions churned together and burned with a startling radiance.
To a man, that kind of gaze was practically the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Watching this former college beauty—once full of longing and tangled thoughts—please him in that manner with his own eyes.
That sense of satisfaction truly defied description.
Conquering a beautiful woman naturally brought pleasure.
But completely conquering a woman as beautiful, intelligent, clear-headed, and calculating as Shen Yuyan—
Watching her forge her own ambition and desire into chains, then reverently place them in your hands—
That sense of achievement existed on an entirely different level.
"Click—"
The bathroom door was gently pushed open.
Shen Yuyan walked out.
She had tidied herself up again.
Her long hair was loosely tied up with a simple black hair tie, with a few stray strands falling beside her neck, exposing her smooth forehead and elegant neck.
All her makeup had been washed away. Her face was clean and fair, almost translucent beneath the dim yellow light.
She had changed into a striped