Chapter 11

After that moment of reckless impulse, I sobered up and found myself at a loss for how to face Zhou Yanming.

All I could do was avoid him.

Until that day when Zhou Yanming cornered me in the underground parking lot.

“Wen Yuan,” he looked at me quietly, “Who told you to run away after kissing a man? Planning to start something and then abandon me?”

“…”

I owed an emotional debt.

The timing was delicate, and I had to be wary of whether anyone else was around.

Zhou Yanming stepped forward, completely blocking my way.

My back was pressed against my own car.

Zhou Yanming said, “I’m not just any man. Shouldn’t you take responsibility for me?”

I stiffened my neck, “You were the one who made the first move.”

He lowered his gaze, his beautiful peach blossom eyes swirling with an unreadable light. He chuckled softly, “But you made a move too, didn’t you? It was mutual, wasn’t it? Fair and square.”

“…”

“I like you, so I kissed you. What about you? Why did you kiss me back?” he asked.

His words were so blunt that even my blinking slowed down.

There was nowhere left for me to retreat.

Our proximity and posture suddenly felt ambiguous. As if worried I’d escape, he braced one hand against the car beside me.

I could only say, “Zhou Yanming, this isn’t good. What if we break up later? We’ll still have to see each other.”

From experience, Li Qingyi and Xu Shaoting have been breaking up and getting back together for years without ever really splitting. Now it’s just minor quarrels to spice things up. Zhou Yanming and I will definitely run into each other in the future.

If we get involved now and break up later, it’ll be so awkward to meet again.

Zhou Yanming seemed amused, “Already thinking about breaking up before we’re even together? Who taught you to be so heartless? Those two have been messing with us for ages. When the time comes, we can mess with them a bit too.”

“…”

It seemed he really had become a little twisted after all those years entangled in his friends’ endless relationship drama.

I wanted to say something more, but Zhou Yanming suddenly leaned down and kissed me.

In the underground parking lot, surrounded by cars, I could even hear footsteps and voices in the distance.

My eyes widened, and just as I opened my mouth to speak, he seized the moment to part my lips.

Apart from the sound of our breathing, every other noise around us became sharper.

After a moment, I finally found a chance to speak, “Zhou Yanming, there are people…”

The next second, his hand reached behind me for the car door handle, opened it, and pushed me inside. He stood at the door, leaning in, and brushed my lips again.

“Now that there’s no one around, can I kiss you?” His eyes curved with a charm I couldn’t describe.

I blinked, still not quite processing what had just happened, and Zhou Yanming climbed into my car.

He stared straight at me, “Wen Yuan, will you date me?”

As he spoke, my lipstick was still on his lips.

It made his lips look even more rosy, glistening with moisture.

Reason told me I should think carefully, but when Zhou Yanming leaned in, I found it impossible to push him away.

Just as I was about to respond, Zhou Yanming pulled away, smiling, “Really not going to date me? I only want to kiss my girlfriend.”

After catching my breath, I asked, “What if I say no?”

“Being lovers works too,” he replied.

Looking into his smiling eyes, I truly realized one thing:

Men’s beauty is a dangerous thing.