This was purely an attempt to defuse the situation, but in Yana eyes, it hit differently. She was momentarily stunned, then looked up and asked, "Ryan, you've liked Tina for so long. When did you... start liking me?"
As she spoke, her breathing became slightly heavier, her eyes filled with desire and anticipation.
After all, Ryan had spent three years doting on Tina. There were so many department belles at school, and Tina was just one of them.
Honestly, in terms of status, the campus queens were the true top-tier. So, in Yana's view, being jealous of Tina's was like lowering her own status.
But now, she truly felt jealous of Tina.
Ryan had always been clumsy with words, but perhaps seeing how unrestrained the group chat members were—speaking freely regardless of reality—he suddenly felt enlightened.
Gently touching her sensitive nipple, he said, "Yana, I'm not good with words, and I don't know what to say to make you happy..."
Before he could finish, Yana covered his mouth with her hand and said softly, "Ryan, I'm the one being childish. I shouldn't have asked."
Ryan felt immensely comforted and instinctively picked up a cigarette.
Yana, who usually hated the smell of cigarettes, immediately sat up, picked up a lighter, and lit his cigarette for him.
At this moment, new messages popped up in the group. The one who went by Empress but was actually Crown Prince, erupted in excitement.
"Damn it, brothers, which one of you gave me this much face? My Louis XIII finally sold!"
Hearing this, Ryan and Yana instinctively exchanged a knowing smile.
Emperor: "No way, your crappy wine actually got sold?"
Empress: "I was just as shocked when I heard! It's been years—aside from showing off, that bottle was practically useless."
"At first, I thought it was some kind of business deal. That would've been normal, right? But no, it was just a guy and a girl on a date, and they opened the bottle."
"That limited edition one, a full three-liter bottle! They drank less than a liter and then stored the rest away."
"So, I checked. Holy crap, the guy recharged 1 million on the spot. My dad nearly sent me to personally serve them."
"For crying out loud, Louis XIII is always auctioned or collected. Who's actually stupid enough to open it to drink?"
After reading his messages, Ryan seemed a bit puzzled, while Yana took the opportunity to slip off her nightgown, giving him full access to her beautiful chest.
As the wealthy group members marveled at the extravagance of the event, the desire in Yana's eyes deepened. She leaned in and started kissing Ryan's chest, her soft and fragrant tongue teasingly licking his sensitive nipples, drawing him further into the moment.
Emperor: "You idiot, calling a sponsor stupid. Have some respect."
"But seriously, that's insane. My family had a bottle too, but it was auctioned for just over twenty grand, and we flipped it for forty—doubled our profit."
"True. That wine is for reselling and showing off. Who would actually open it to drink?"
"Is Louis XIII really that expensive?"
"Fool. The regular ones are just a few thousand. The bottle they opened was a three-liter limited edition. Kept in perfect condition, it easily sells for thirty grand—maybe more. At auction, it'd hit close to forty."
Amid the lively discussion, Ryan couldn't resist feeding his vanity. He chimed in, "Sorry, seems like I'm the idiot Empress was talking about."
The chat went silent for a moment.
Then, Empress, whose username again changed to Crown Prince, immediately replied, "Brother, Boss, Daddy, I apologize right now!"
"Here's the deal: my butt is clean and ready. Please educate me well."
"Don't hold back. I'm not a delicate flower—go ahead and ravage me."
The banter was lively and amusing, but with such a stunning beauty in his arms, no man could keep his focus. Yana, wrapped around Ryan, whispered seductively, "Can I stay here tonight?"
Given the situation, the question felt utterly redundant. Any man would've seen it as unnecessary and perhaps even foolish.
For someone else, asking such a question would be outright laughable. But to Yana, it was a sign of deep respect.
Despite their intimate moment, Ryan question wasn't a meaningless remark or a game of reverse psychology. It was genuine respect for her feelings.
He wasn't playing games or using tricks to lure her in.
At that moment, Ryan was completely bare, his sculpted physique exuding raw masculinity.
Blushing furiously yet secretly delighted, Yana replied shyly, "No man has ever stayed here before!"
Ryan held the sultry beauty in his arms, his breathing heavy as he set his phone aside. With a strong, swift motion, he scooped Yana into a princess carry, making her let out a soft, enchanting moan.
He strode back to the bedroom, and after letting her sit astride his arms, Ryan couldn't help but kiss her again.
The entanglement of tongues and lips was extremely intense. They sucked each other's taste wantonly and greedily, and their hands couldn't let go of playing with her plump and charming breasts.
Yana was panting, and she reached down with her small hand to grab the man's erect penis and began to stroke it.
When she was almost suffocated by the kiss, Ryan was reluctant to leave her little mouth, but he immediately lowered his head and took the sensitive little nipple into his mouth and began to suck it, then gently licked it with his tongue.
Yana cried out, and with a dazed look on her face, she hugged Ryan's head, which was buried in her chest, and moaned tremblingly: "Ryan...don't kiss me anymore."
"I'm having my period, but I can't even touch it... I'm going to feel even worse."
Ryan was stunned when he heard this, but then he thought that what she said was right, so he quickly raised his head and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I only cared about myself and didn't consider your feelings."
"Don't be sorry, you are already gentle enough."
Yana smiled coquettishly, then hugged Ryan tightly, and murmured: "Ryan, do you want it again?"
"yes!!!"