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His gaze was so indifferent that it seemed to burn through a mist of clouds, always making it hard for others to see clearly, "If it's something you're willing to do, the relationship is likely to develop very quickly."
She didn't sense any threat from him and couldn't help but shrink her shoulders, her hands resting on her knees, her arms timidly folded in:
"How quickly?"
Setting his phone aside, Wen Yangzhi didn't make his meaning explicit, simply laying out the facts, "Much faster than you'd imagine, possibly going all the way to the last step."
Yun Yuwan's face burned up.
So much faster... the last step.
She couldn't help but remember the notebook Lin Chu had written for her.
The final step was with Wen Yangzhi...
Her face turned bright red, and she glanced around the swimming pool, the surroundings indeed somewhat ambiguous, secluded, and empty.
Wen Yangzhi, how could you be so open.
Her face was so red she could have cooked shrimp, "The last step... here, wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate..."
With Wen Yangzhi, it was possible, but in the swimming pool... that was just too unconventional.
Wen Yangzhi looked at her, "What's the problem with doing it here?"
Yun Yuwan nervously looked around the swimming pool, probing, "If you and I talk about these things here, and the butler or others suddenly come in..."
Wen Yangzhi's eyes, deep and cool as ink jade, remained calm, "I've instructed the butler that at this time, anyone approaching will be turned away, after all, this conversation is private and should not be known to the family."
Private...
He's serious about this.
Yun Yuwan blushed to the tips of her ears, "But for our first time like this, shouldn't we be more cautious?"
Even the location for their talk had to be chosen—he hadn't expected Yun Yuwan to have so many demands, even wanting to be fully prepared for a private discussion about her feelings.
A lock of his ink-black hair fell across his brow, beaded with droplets as he scrutinized her, his thin lips slightly parted, "This place isn't suitable?"
He was sitting so close, each feature of his face as clear as if traced with a line, elegant yet aggressive, and she felt her entire body heating up.
She dipped her legs into the pool, stuttering slightly, "But... won't the water here be a little dirty?"
Jumping suddenly to the subject of the pool water, Wen Yangzhi glanced at the crystal-clear water, not expecting that during her time away she had developed quite the princess complex:
"I reminded the butler to change the water yesterday; it was replaced this morning."
He had even deliberately premeditated changing the water.
Wen Yangzhi, why are you so naughty.
She was too shy to meet his gaze, looking down at the pool instead, "Oh..."
The temperature-controlled water flow enveloped Yun Yuwan's calves, warm and gentle, and clean as well.
That feeling of embarrassment and shame didn't seem so strong anymore.
Wen Yangzhi watched her crimson face.
Mentioning Jiang Yingyu made her blush; she must have a high opinion of him.
Indeed, the youngest son of the Jiang Family, considered a catch among men.
Her legs embraced by warm water, Yun Yuwan's ear tips were red too.
It seemed... not entirely out of the question.
But was this too fast, too unconventional?
She hadn't done this before, and in a swimming pool, did he choose this on purpose?
Did he want her to have a better experience, unwilling to settle for those mundane methods?
Yun Yuwan seemed to suddenly understand.
Thinking this way, he seemed quite considerate; such a setting could make their first time memorable.
Every time she recalled it, she'd surely remember every little detail.
Ordinary men rarely consider these aspects; she heard her former classmates discussing their first times, many said the experience wasn't good, either painful or dissatisfied with the environment and atmosphere.
Looking at it this way, he's quite romantic.
The place was vast and empty, inducing a sense of dread, but in the swimming pool, the water offered cover.
It's both private and public, both wanton and restrained.
But still, it's too embarrassing.
Men are indeed born with the knack for teasing; this is just too insane.
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Everyone in the family was at home.
She was full of shyness, her face flushing red.
Wen Yangzhi shifted back slightly, leaning against the back of the beach chair, "Have you made your decision?"
Yun Yuwan, timid and uneasy, didn't dare to take this step on her own and wanted to wait for him to take the initiative:
"Yes, I have decided."
Her attitude was even more resolute than he had imagined.
Not a hint of hesitation.
She tugged at Wen Yangzhi's sash, so nervous that she stammered, "I am willing."
Wen Yangzhi, hearing her answer and watching her playfully pulling at his sash, found it somewhat amusing.
He thought Yun Yuwan wasn't someone who would agree to an arranged marriage so easily, just giving herself away, but it seemed he had overestimated her.
Using the platform of the Wen Family to climb up was indeed the most advantageous choice for her right now.
He lifted his lips into a scornful smile, his tone completely detached:
"When we get married, Wen's will give you a portion of the shares, I'll personally transfer a few properties into your name, and as for other dowries, if you see any jewelry you like, tell my assistant, anything within two billion, it's yours to choose."
Yun Yuwan looked up at him, her breath seeming to carry the masculine and steady scent of the man.
He was talking about their wedding before anything happened, rather than waiting until everything was in his hands before mentioning it.
The sense of responsibility emanating from him as a man was increasingly attractive, a kind of reliable security that made one want to trust and depend on him.
Even though his expression and tone were cold and distant.
Yet her heartstrings were touched, and she murmured quietly, moved, "You're so good to me."
He looked at her and said flatly:
"I'm your brother."
No sooner had the words left his lips than Yun Yuwan suddenly hugged him, wrapping her arms around his lean waist and resting her head in his chest, her eyes welling up.
Wen Yangzhi was probably the person who loved her the most in this world. Since her parents passed away, no one else had chosen her with such firm determination.
Her soft body buried in his embrace, her thick hair carried a fragrant scent, like a bud about to bloom, desperately squeezing into his embrace, crushing herself with bursting scent and juice, gripping his waist, ready to sacrifice everything.
As if they were a couple in love.
Wen Yangzhi's hand was pressing back against the fabric of the chair.
She looked up at him, her strong jawline and lean, distinct features clear.
Resting her chin on his chest, the sense of dependency in her eyes grew even stronger.
She had always had a pair of eyes that seemed to love, always giving the impression that she relied heavily on the person she looked at, that she had deep affection for them.
Not just the simplistic doe eyes, her eye corners were unique, like the tail feathers of a white pheasant, longer and more delicate than swallowtails, the long outer lashes intersecting with the eye corners, giving her an extraordinarily vivacious look, as if she was vividly in love, sparkling with life, and not a rigid deception.
"Brother, you are so good to me."
That fatally soft dependency filled Wen Yangzhi's empty chest tightly.
Yet he merely fell silent for a moment before speaking with some detachment:
"Yun Yuwan, once married, don't think about other things anymore."
Yun Yuwan leaned on him, with Wen Yangzhi's tall figure and strong chest seeming capable of bearing all her unease.
She didn't speak for a long time, just holding him.
He didn't hug her back but, thinking that this might be her last hug before marriage, finally retracted his hands that had been pushing her away.
She finally let go of herself, saying shyly, "Brother, it's your turn... be gentle."
Wen Yangzhi, listening to her strangely worded phrase, asked lightly, "Turn for what?"
She really couldn't say it out loud, hugging his waist, feeling his strong back muscles and robust torso, his embrace felt narrow yet extremely secure, her entire being flushed, "You know, that thing."
Her face was red, her eyes still holding the linger blush.
Wen Yangzhi paused for just a moment before realizing she was talking about her wedding with Jiang Yingyu.
She was talking about ... being gentle, or the celebration?
Probably the wedding celebration.
So she meant, "Brother, it's your turn? The celebration."
Too embarrassed to say it directly, she still knew to feel shy.
Dressed like that today, he had thought she was prepared.