"It's all your fault! You still can't afford to buy a car!"
"And now I'm stuck in the rain with you. My phone's ruined—you're buying me a new one!"
At the entrance of the bank, several people were sheltering from the rain. Among them, a young couple had started quarreling.
The soaked girl was throwing a tantrum, while the boy, with an honest and timid expression, kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If it's broken, I'll buy you a new one. I'm already saving up."
"Saving up for what? Ugh, useless!"
The girl continued to sulk, and judging by their interaction, it seemed like their relationship wasn't even official yet. The boy was clearly just a classic doormat.
Ryan glanced at them and felt a pang of sadness, as if seeing a reflection of his past self—so submissive and utterly embarrassing.
Almost reflexively, he turned to apologize. "I'm sorry, Yana. I didn't expect it to rain today."
The men nearby all shot knowing, teasing glances at him. It wasn't just because Yana was stunning—she had a charm radiating both grace and allure.
Even though her outfit wasn't revealing, her curvaceous figure still left people lost in thought, some even subconsciously swallowing their saliva. A woman as beautiful as her seemed completely mismatched with someone like Ryan.
These days, toxic "motivational" quotes ran rampant, encouraging women of all shapes and sizes to proclaim themselves as "independent queens." The so-called "princess syndrome" had reached irredeemable levels.
For a dazzling beauty like Yana, it was expected for her to act like a princess or have a temper. The men nearby were practically giddy, ready to watch Ryan get scolded just like that other guy.
But to their surprise, Yana clung to Ryan's arm and, with a soft and tender smile, said, "It's okay! On such a hot day, getting caught in the rain feels kind of romantic."
"It's been so long since I got soaked in the rain. Honestly, it's kind of fun."
Yana blinked her beautiful eyes and added, "Ryan, why don't you put your phone in my bag so it doesn't get wet? Then we can run back to my place. What do you think?"
"Really?"
Ryan was stunned.
Before he could react, Yana snatched his phone, tucked it into her bag, grabbed his hand, and laughed joyfully as she pulled him into the pouring rain.
They left the electric scooter behind without a second thought.
Running through the downpour with a stunning campus beauty like her, indulging in this rare, carefree moment of recklessness—it was exhilarating. For someone as rule-abiding as Ryan, this was an entirely new experience.
The rain was pouring heavily, accompanied by thunder and lightning. By the time the two of them returned to Yana's rented apartment, they were completely soaked, dripping water everywhere.
"This feels amazing, Ryan!"
As soon as they stepped inside, Yana seemed unusually excited. She emptied her bag onto the table and giggled, "I'm going to shower first. Just leave your clothes over there."
With that, she cheerfully headed into the bathroom. Ryan paused for a moment, tempted to follow her, but he didn't have the courage to take that step.
Thinking back to the alluring scene from last night, Ryan stripped off his wet clothes, dried himself with a large towel, and sat down on the sofa to enjoy the air conditioning.
Yana took her time in the shower, while Ryan lit a cigarette and fiddled with his phone.
The chat group of wealthy elites was still buzzing with activity. After some thought, Ryan sent a message:
"Hey guys, does anyone know someone who sells cars in Brisbane?"
"Prince" in the group and the heir to the Domina Hotel, responded immediately:
"Brother Yaamir is in the car business!"
"Which Brother Yaamir?"
"Oh, the one who added you to the group—the Emperor himself, Yaamir Yale."
Ryan promptly sent a private message to "the Emperor." It didn't take long for Yaamir to call back, his tone friendly and magnetic—a voice that could instantly put anyone at ease.
"Ryan, right? looking to give your little brother's business a boost?"
"Brother Yaamir, I'm thinking of buying a car for my girlfriend. Do you have any recommendations?"
"Wow, what a coincidence! I'm hosting a car exhibition right now. Why don't you come over and take a look?"
As they chatted, Ryan learned that Yaamir was a major player in the car business. His family owned the largest used car market in the city and a Benz dealership.
In addition, they also imported luxury cars, ran the city's largest custom car workshop, and organized an exclusive luxury car club.
"Then let's wait until the rain eases up."
"No need for that. Just give me your address, and I'll send a driver to pick you up."
"Alright, but maybe a bit later. I've got something to take care of right now."
Not long after, Yana came out of the shower, wearing a purple spaghetti-strap nightgown that perfectly showcased her stunning figure. The low neckline accentuated her alluring cleavage, making her look incredibly tempting.
"Ryan, why aren't you playing games? I have games installed on my computer."
Ryan busy with making ends meet, had avoided gaming for fear of becoming addicted. He knew himself well enough to steer clear.
Yana tossed their soaked clothes into the fully automatic washing machine, then sauntered over to Ryan, her steps slow and enticing.
Faced with such a vision of beauty, Ryan couldn't hold back. He immediately embraced her and kissed her passionately.
Yana let out a soft, alluring hum and closed her eyes, allowing him to savor her sweet lips. Ryan wasted no time sliding her dress off and grasping her ample breasts with his hands, kneading them hungrily.
Her full, elastic breasts felt heavenly under his rough palms, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
Completely naked, Ryan was already aroused just looking at her. Now his penis, fully erect, was pressing eagerly against her thigh.
Though it was her time of the month, Yana used her soft hands to gently caress him, her delicate, boneless fingers skillfully bringing him pleasure.
The passionate kiss lasted so long that their lips began to ache, and only then did they reluctantly pull apart.
As Yana continued stroking him with her hand, Ryan couldn't get enough of her soft breasts, lavishing kisses on her snow-white neck as he asked, "Baby, do you know how to drive?"
"Of course! I got my license before starting college!"