"Huh?" Ruan Xingchen froze.
"Take it off… again?!"
She immediately got angry. "I didn't expect you to be this kind of uncle—turns out you're a pervert!"
Always telling a girl to take things off at the slightest disagreement—
What a total creep!
Lu Jingyuan's gaze swept over the damp patch on her chest where the fabric had been soaked, his eyes darkening slightly.
"If you don't take it off, are you waiting to catch a cold?"
Almost the moment he finished speaking, a strong gust of wind blew in from the balcony, sweeping past Ruan Xingchen and making her shiver.
She turned her head and realized that the sky outside had already grown dark with heavy clouds—it was about to rain.
She glared at him again. "I can go back and—"
Mid-sentence, she suddenly realized something.
Her expression froze.
She had rushed out with him earlier… and completely forgotten her bag—and the new underwear she had just bought.
Ruan Xingchen's face fell.
As if running into those two women wasn't unlucky enough—things had only gotten worse.
While she was still feeling miserable, Lu Jingyuan went into the bedroom, came back with a shirt, and tossed it over her head.
"Go take a shower."
Ruan Xingchen pulled the shirt down and looked at it for a moment before finally heading to the bathroom.
Back at the restaurant, what had been splashed on her wasn't plain water—it was lemon water.
Now that she took off her clothes, a faint citrus scent drifted out.
After quickly washing up, she put on the shirt and buttoned it, then looked herself over.
The shirt was far too big for her. Wearing it, she didn't even need pants—it fell low enough to cover everything.
She opened the bathroom door and cautiously peeked out. Seeing no sign of Lu Jingyuan, she tiptoed out like a thief.
But after just a few steps—
Her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Before she could react, the world spun, and her back hit the cold wall.
The man's slightly rough breathing brushed against her face. Her heart tightened, and she instinctively shrank back.
Pressing her hands against his chest, she said angrily, "Uncle, let go!"
What was meant to be an angry protest sounded more like a soft complaint to him.
His dark eyes churned like ink, and he said in a low voice, "Don't move."
Startled, Ruan Xingchen stiffened and didn't dare move again.
Outside, thunder roared as heavy rain poured down. The room grew dim, occasionally lit by flashes of lightning that illuminated her slightly pale face.
He still held her in place, his deep eyes seeming to restrain something. Fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead, veins standing out on the back of his hand braced against the wall.
After a long moment, just as she was about to push him again—
He let out a low breath and leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse.
"Ruan Xingchen… you're seducing me."
Ruan Xingchen was so angry her head spun.
Unbelievable—she'd seen shameless people before, but never someone this shameless!
When had she ever… done anything like that?!
Outside, the thunder grew louder.
Lu Jingyuan glanced toward the balcony, then bent slightly and lifted her into his arms.
Ruan Xingchen immediately struggled. "Uncle, what are you doing? Put me down! If you keep being inappropriate, I'm calling the police!"
Hearing that, he let out a low laugh.
"You're quite capable when dealing with me. But back at the restaurant—where was that brain of yours? You had the nerve to retaliate, but not the ability to deal with the aftermath, hm?"
Ruan Xingchen pouted and said nothing.
He wasn't wrong—she had acted impulsively earlier.
She should have called the police right away. That way, they would've been more cautious and wouldn't have kept causing trouble.
While she was still regretting it, he gently placed her onto the sofa.
She looked up at him. "By the way, Uncle… why were you there?"
Lu Jingyuan looked down at her, a faint, teasing smile on his lips.
"Fix your buttons first before talking."
"Huh?"
She froze, something flashing through her mind.
Then she lowered her head—
And saw that the buttons on her shirt were misaligned.
Her face instantly flushed bright red.