Chapter Ninety: A Night in Taipei

Splash! The sound of water cascading from the bathroom sent Yan Xu’s imagination wandering wildly. At this moment, he felt like a nervous novice untouched by worldly pleasures, his heart pounding so hard he wanted to slap himself. He was a battle-hardened veteran, after all—he’d seen every kind of girl, from teenage ingenues to mature women in their thirties. When he’d worked as an assistant director, women had thrown themselves at him in droves, all for a fleeting appearance or a few more lines. Yet now, faced with a girl barely in her teens, he found himself so tense that he feared he might fumble at the crucial moment, unable to hold his composure or, worse, lose control before the affair even began.

But the one he awaited was Zhou Huimin, the actress he’d always regarded as the most beautiful and pure. Everything about the situation felt so ethereal, yet so real.

The bathroom door creaked open—a faint sound, but enough to snap Yan Xu out of his reverie. His gaze fell upon the shadow cast on the floor by the light from within.

A delicate, fair foot slipped out, toes playful and translucent, nails tinged with a soft pink. Her slender calf was taut, devoid of any excess flesh, and the sight that followed made Yan Xu’s throat go dry.

If Zhou Huimin in a white dress was the epitome of youthful grace, then now, she was the very image of sensual charm, a blossom kissed by rain. Her hair, not fully dried, was pinned atop her head, a few strands peeking from beneath her shower cap, glistening droplets trailing down to her flawless skin. With her hair gathered up, her snowy neck was bared, long and elegant, her collarbones accentuated beneath the skin, adding a tantalizing allure.

Her clothes had been shed, and she was wrapped only in a towel, its narrowness incapable of concealing her exquisite figure. Her slender arms and long, enticing legs were exposed, and the towel at her chest failed to cover the proud rise of her delicate breasts, their creamy skin pressed outward, veins faintly visible beneath the translucent surface. Between her breasts, a tempting cleavage beckoned, stirring an irresistible urge to explore further.

“Your turn,” Zhou Huimin murmured, barely daring to look at Yan Xu, her cheeks flushed with shyness and nervousness.

“I’ll skip the shower,” Yan Xu replied, unable to tear his eyes away from the beauty before him. The anticipation of what was to come left him with no energy for anything else. In a swift motion, he scooped Zhou Huimin up, tossing her onto the bed as her towel slipped to the floor, and he followed, laying himself atop her.

In that moment, Yan Xu was more eager than he had ever been, his lips tracing every inch of her pale skin, while Zhou Huimin could only passively accept his advances, occasionally letting out a gasp that set his blood aflame.

“I’m coming in…” Yan Xu gasped, holding her tightly, inhaling the sweet fragrance that lingered on her skin, his body pressed against her soft, muddied flesh.

Though Yan Xu was a seasoned veteran in matters of the heart, he had never before faced someone so innocent—his previous lovers had all been worldly women, battle-tested and cunning in their pursuit of status. Even his college sweetheart, his first love, had been his teacher in these matters, already experienced before he met her.

Now, under Zhou Huimin’s gently bitten lip and furrowed brow, Yan Xu’s advance marked her transformation from girl to woman. On the pristine sheets, tender pink blossoms bloomed.

The temperature in the room rose steadily; the two on the bed shifted again and again, their movements ever-changing, the air thick with an intoxicating, amorous scent.

Her moans, drifting through the room, were the most potent aphrodisiac. If not for the soundproofing, the guests next door would surely endure a sleepless, restless night.

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Yan Xu was awakened by the sound of his old-fashioned mobile phone. Unlike modern melodic ringtones, its harsh, grating sound was anything but pleasant.

He opened his eyes to find Zhou Huimin sprawled across his chest like a koala hugging a branch, her fair arm draped outside the covers, encircling his torso. He could feel her soft, tender breasts pressed against him, their warmth and the subtle rhythm of her breath revealing her presence beneath the covers.

Gazing at Zhou Huimin’s rosy cheeks and the faint quiver of her lashes, Yan Xu knew the ringtone had roused not only himself but also the lovely woman in his arms.

The persistent ringing forced Yan Xu to tear himself away from the enchanting sight, reaching for the black clutch on his bedside table and retrieving his mobile.

“Hello, this is Yan Xu.” Though he’d used it for some time, he still wasn’t comfortable with the brick-like phone.

“Hello, Brother Yan,” came a young girl’s voice from the other end, slightly distorted but recognizable.

“Oh, it’s Yi Nengjing, isn’t it? Why so early?” Yan Xu had expected her call, but not at this hour.

“Is it early? Brother Yan, you’re not still in bed, are you?” she asked, curiosity in her voice.

“Ah, it’s eleven o’clock… I’ve been tired lately, slept longer than usual,” he replied, glancing at the wall clock—the hour hand was pointed at eleven, inching toward twelve. No wonder his stomach was rumbling.

As he spoke, he looked down at Zhou Huimin beside him. Last night had been wild; perhaps every outwardly pure woman harbored a hidden passion. After the initial pain, Zhou Huimin had gradually taken the lead, disregarding the ache of her body, tempting and demanding again and again. Yan Xu couldn’t recall how many rounds they’d endured—it only stopped when Zhou Huimin could no longer withstand another bout. Neither had the energy to clean up afterward; they simply drifted off to sleep.

Upon hearing Yi Nengjing’s call, Zhou Huimin, pretending to sleep, opened her eyes and listened intently, her ears perked. When Yan Xu glanced her way, her blush deepened, and she quickly buried her head in his chest.

“So, have you made your decision?” Yan Xu continued.