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As Zhao Yang left Sun Yan's room, he felt particularly elated. The wildness of the previous night lingered in his mind; Sun Yan's enchanting figure, her slender waist twisting in his hands, and her full hips rising beneath him, all of it ignited a fire within him. He could almost still see her before him, vividly recalling the sultry sound of her breath in his ear and the marks she had left on his skin.
He glanced at his phone and noticed several unread messages. One was a reminder about the academic conference scheduled for that afternoon. It suddenly dawned on Zhao Yang that today was the annual academic seminar hosted by the school, where experts and scholars from various fields would be present, and he needed to prepare quickly.
He hurried back to his dormitory for a shower, changing into a smart suit in an attempt to wash away the lingering scent of Sun Yan's perfume. Adjusting his tie in front of the mirror, Zhao Yang got ready to head to the venue. As he stepped downstairs, he spotted Li Zheng leaning against the wall, casually dribbling a basketball.
"Looks like you had quite a night," Li Zheng said with a knowing smile, his gaze teasingly sweeping over Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang felt a bit embarrassed and rubbed his nose. "You too," he replied, aware that Li Zheng was referring to his encounter with Sun Yan. After all, they lived in the same dormitory building; it was hard to keep things under wraps when they crossed paths so often.
The two chatted and laughed as they made their way to the conference. On the way, Li Zheng suddenly remarked, "I heard some heavyweight experts are coming today, including a particularly talented young female scholar. They say she's stunningly beautiful with an incredible figure—an absolute knockout." He winked suggestively as he spoke.
Zhao Yang responded with a casual acknowledgment but didn’t pay much attention. His mind was still wrapped up in memories of last night with Sun Yan, completely unaware that fate was about to deliver him a massive surprise—or rather, a tremendous shock.
Upon entering the conference hall, which was bustling with attendees and brimming with an academic atmosphere, Zhao Yang and Li Zheng found seats near the front for a better view of the proceedings. Just as Zhao Yang was idly flipping through the conference program, the hall's doors swung open again, letting in a faint scent of perfume mixed with a cool breeze.
A wave of fragrance washed over him as Zhao Yang instinctively looked up and froze, as if time had momentarily stopped.
Standing at the entrance was a tall woman clad in a form-fitting black business suit that accentuated her perfect curves, highlighting her ample bosom and rounded hips enticingly. Her face was exquisitely sculpted; her eyes slightly upturned, exuding three parts allure and seven parts maturity. What astonished him most was that this face was one he knew all too well—it had appeared countless times in his dreams.
"Lin Ruoshui..." Zhao Yang murmured to himself, hardly able to believe his eyes.
Indeed, standing there was none other than his high school first love, Lin Ruoshui. But now she had shed all traces of youthful innocence; instead, she radiated the unique charm of a mature woman—more captivating and more heart-stirring than ever before.
The appearance of Lin Ruoshui immediately drew everyone's attention, with many men fixated on her, greedily admiring her beauty. She walked gracefully toward the podium, each step seeming to tread on Zhao Yang's heart, stirring ripples of emotion. The fitted skirt accentuated her voluptuous curves, swaying slightly with her movements, drawing the secret glances and swallowed breaths of several men.
Zhao Yang noticed that even the usually composed Li Zheng couldn't help but steal a few extra looks, his eyes filled with desire. This stirred an inexplicable discomfort within Zhao Yang, a sudden surge of possessiveness.
At that moment, Lin Ruoshui's gaze swept across the room and paused noticeably when she spotted Zhao Yang, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. Their gazes met in the air, and in that electric moment, it felt as if something was quietly igniting, memories flooding back like a tide.
"Zhao Yang..." A sultry voice suddenly whispered in his ear, laced with a hint of seduction. Sun Yan had appeared at his side without him noticing, her slender fingers lightly resting on his shoulder. The tips of her freshly painted red nails grazed his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Zhao Yang snapped back to reality and saw Sun Yan looking at him with a meaningful expression, a playful smile gracing her lips. She wore a low-cut white shirt today, the hint of her cleavage tantalizingly visible, stirring desires that made him want to pin her down and claim her immediately.
"Last night..." Sun Yan leaned closer to him, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, fragrant and enticing. "I still want more..." Her voice was slightly husky, filled with temptation.
A wave of heat surged through Zhao Yang as flames ignited in his lower abdomen; yet his gaze was irresistibly drawn back to Lin Ruoshui on stage. She spoke confidently and elegantly, exuding an enchanting aura that made her seem worlds apart from the shy girl he once knew in high school.
Suddenly, a figure glided from the back row toward him—Lu Ruoxi. He recognized her as their undergraduate classmate, known for both her beauty and cunning. She approached Zhao Yang with feigned concern and asked, "Zhao Yang, long time no see. I heard you've been doing quite well in the academic circle?" Her brightly painted lips curved into a seductive smile, but there was an imperceptible chill in her gaze.
Zhao Yang frowned slightly; he sensed something strange about Lu Ruoxi's smile—perhaps she had ulterior motives. Just as he was about to respond, he noticed Lin Ruoshui observing them thoughtfully from across the room, curiosity evident in her eyes.
After the meeting concluded, Zhao Yang sought an opportunity to speak with Lin Ruoshui but found himself surrounded by people offering compliments and asking questions that made it difficult for him to escape. He could only watch helplessly as Lin Ruoshui left the venue, feeling a mix of joy at their reunion and regret at the missed opportunity, along with an unsettling sense of unease.
At that moment, his phone vibrated. A text message from an unknown number read:
"Eight o'clock tonight, same place."
Zhao Yang's heart suddenly raced. He knew that this night was destined to be anything but peaceful.
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