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"Don't say that," Wu Junhui gently caressed Li Wenbo's hand, her gaze revealing a hint of subtle ambiguity. "With your qualities, why would you worry about not finding someone better? That silly girl Dai Xinyi doesn't deserve you at all!"
Li Wenbo looked at Wu Junhui with a dazed expression, feeling a long-lost warmth from her closeness. Under the influence of alcohol, he felt his body growing hotter, his rationality gradually being consumed by desire.
"Are you serious?" Li Wenbo's voice was slightly hoarse as he instinctively tightened his grip on Wu Junhui's hand.
Wu Junhui smiled sweetly and leaned closer to him, whispering in his ear, "Of course I am. You're so much better than Zhang Tianming, both in looks and physique."
As she spoke, Wu Junhui's fingers trailed up Li Wenbo's arm, lightly stroking his shoulder before finally resting at his neck. Her breath quickened, and her gaze became increasingly dreamy.
Li Wenbo felt his heart racing, his breathing becoming rapid. He looked at the close-up of Wu Junhui; her red lips resembled ripe cherries, exuding an enticing fragrance.
"What do you want?" Li Wenbo's voice trembled. He wanted to push Wu Junhui away but couldn't bear to part with this rare tenderness.
Wu Junhui let out a soft laugh, extending her tongue to lick Li Wenbo's earlobe. She whispered sweetly in his ear, "What do you think, handsome?"
"Why are you doing this?" Li Wenbo's eyes were hazy; the alcohol dulled his brain but left him with just enough clarity to ask this question.
Wu Junhui chuckled lightly, her breath warm against him as she spoke with a hint of vengeful delight. "Because I want to get back at Zhang Tianming. He dumped me and immediately went to deceive that fool Dai Xinyi. I can't let this go. Don't worry; consider it a one-night stand. I won't bother you afterward."
Her words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last flicker of hesitation in Li Wenbo's heart. Revenge? A one-night stand? These phrases swirled in his mind, stimulating his nerves.
He recalled Dai Xinyi's betrayal and the mocking laughter at the wedding; an unnamed fire burned within him. Why should he endure this? Why should he be the pitiful one left behind?
Wu Junhui's hands grew bolder as they roamed over him, igniting desires he had long suppressed. His breathing quickened, his gaze became more dazed, and he was on the verge of falling into this gentle trap.
However, just at that critical moment, Fang Jing Shu's face suddenly appeared in his mind. Her gentle smile and determined eyes shone like a ray of light piercing through the fog before him. He jolted back to reality and pushed Wu Junhui away forcefully.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this," Li Wenbo's voice was hoarse, tinged with regret.
Wu Junhui was taken aback as the cigarette slipped from her fingers, leaving a charred mark on the expensive carpet. She hadn't expected that in such a situation, Li Wenbo would actually pull back from the edge. Having seen countless men—those who cried and wailed, those who drowned their sorrows in drink and acted recklessly—she had never encountered someone who could resist temptation so firmly.
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