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Returning to his dormitory, Zhao Yang's mind was filled with thoughts of "Da Lang's Classic" and the alluring figure of Zhan Jingjing.
He replayed the techniques mentioned in the book, imagining how he could apply them to Zhan Jingjing.
Gently brushing her hair, caressing her back, softly kissing her earlobe...
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and a certain part of his body began to stir.
Just then, his phone buzzed with a message from Zhan Jingjing.
"Shall we have dinner together tonight?"
Zhao Yang's heart raced—could this be a fortuitous opportunity?
He quickly replied, "Sure!"
At seven in the evening, Zhao Yang arrived punctually at the restaurant Zhan Jingjing had specified.
It was an upscale Western restaurant with an elegant ambiance, soft lighting, and a romantic atmosphere.
Zhan Jingjing had been waiting for some time. She wore a tight red dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure perfectly.
Her ample bosom seemed ready to burst from the confines of her dress.
Her long legs peeked out from beneath the hem, smooth and fair like exquisite jade.
Her red lips resembled ripe cherries, exuding an enticing sheen.
Zhao Yang was captivated by her presence; he felt his heart racing and his breath quickening.
"You’re here," Zhan Jingjing said with a seductive smile. Her voice was like music to his ears, leaving Zhao Yang entranced.
"Yeah," Zhao Yang replied nervously, trying to control his emotions and appear more composed.
"Please sit," Zhan Jingjing gestured to the seat across from her.
After Zhao Yang sat down, Zhan Jingjing ordered him a glass of red wine before starting to look at the menu.
"What do you want to eat?" she asked.
"Anything is fine," Zhao Yang replied, his gaze fixed on Zhan Jingjing; he could hardly tear his eyes away.
Zhan Jingjing ordered some exquisite dishes and then began chatting with Zhao Yang.
She talked about her life, her hobbies, and her dreams.
Zhao Yang listened intently, occasionally chiming in with a few words of agreement.
Using the techniques from "Da Lang's Classic," he intentionally brushed against Zhan Jingjing's arm and playfully tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Zhan Jingjing did not shy away from his touch; instead, she smiled more alluringly.
Her gaze became increasingly dreamy, as if hinting at something deeper.
Zhao Yang felt himself on the verge of losing control. He wanted to pull Zhan Jingjing into his arms and kiss her passionately.
However, he remembered his purpose. He intended to use Zhan Jingjing's resources for revenge; he wanted to make her his pawn.
Taking a deep breath, he struggled to suppress the desires within him.
"By the way, I heard you've been facing some troubles lately?" Zhan Jingjing suddenly asked.
Zhao Yang's heart skipped a beat; he knew she was referring to the incident with Hu Fengling.
After a moment of hesitation, he decided to share everything with Zhan Jingjing.
He recounted how he had been humiliated by Hu Fengling and his thoughts of revenge.
After listening, Zhan Jingjing did not show any surprise or sympathy; instead, a meaningful smile appeared on her face.
"What do you plan to do for revenge?" she asked.
A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yang's eyes. "I want to ruin him completely; I want him to pay the price!"
"I can help you," Zhan Jingjing said.
Hearing this, Zhao Yang felt a surge of joy. "You’re willing to help me?"
"Of course," Zhan Jingjing replied with a smile. "I love helping my friends."
"What do you have in mind?" Zhao Yang asked eagerly.
Zhan Jingjing smiled mysteriously. "My family has significant influence in the academic world. I can use some resources to deal with Hu Fengling."
"Really?" Zhao Yang exclaimed, filled with excitement. "That would be fantastic!"
"But..." Zhan Jingjing paused, her gaze becoming more alluring as she reached out to gently caress Zhao Yang's cheek.
"I want you to be my boyfriend."
Zhao Yang was taken aback; he hadn't expected such a condition from Zhan Jingjing.
He looked at her seductive red lips, her full breasts, and her slender waist, feeling his body ignite with desire once more.
He wanted to agree; he wanted to possess her.
Yet, he remembered his purpose and his plan for revenge.
Taking a deep breath, he struggled to maintain his composure.
"I agree."
Zhan Jingjing flashed a satisfied smile and leaned closer to Zhao Yang's ear, whispering softly, "Good, my little darling."
Her voice was like an aphrodisiac, sending shivers down Zhao Yang's spine.
He felt himself on the verge of succumbing, nearly overwhelmed by Zhan Jingjing's charm.
Just then, the restaurant's waiter arrived with their dishes, interrupting the intimate atmosphere between them.
As they began to eat, Zhan Jingjing shared her plans with Zhao Yang.
She intended to leverage her family's power to have Hu Fengling expelled from school, ruining his reputation completely.
Listening to Zhan Jingjing's scheme, Zhao Yang felt a surge of anticipation and excitement within him.
He could almost envision Hu Fengling kneeling before him, desperately pleading for mercy.
He raised his glass and toasted, "Thank you, Jingjing."
Zhan Jingjing also lifted her glass and clinked it with Zhao Yang's, saying, "No need to thank me, my little darling."
They exchanged a smile, their eyes filled with ambiguity and calculation.
After dinner, Zhan Jingjing invited Zhao Yang to the hotel.
Zhao Yang eagerly accepted, unable to contain his desire to be with Zhan Jingjing.
He wanted to possess her; he wanted to conquer her.
Once they arrived at the hotel room, Zhan Jingjing closed the door and then turned to push Zhao Yang onto the bed.
She straddled him and began kissing him passionately.
Her hands roamed over his body, igniting his desires.
Zhao Yang responded to her kisses, his hands exploring her sensitive areas.
Zhan Jingjing's breaths grew more rapid, her body becoming increasingly heated.
She began to move her hips, rubbing against Zhao Yang's body.
Zhao Yang felt himself on the brink of explosion; he craved more, yearning for deeper contact.
Just then, Zhan Jingjing suddenly stopped.
She got off Zhao Yang and started to undress.
Her movements were alluring and sensual, captivating Zhao Yang's gaze.
As she slipped off her dress, she revealed her flawless body.
Her breasts were full and perky, like ripe peaches.
Her hips were round and voluptuous, resembling exquisite jade.
Her waist was slender and supple, swaying gracefully like a willow.
Zhao Yang was captivated, feeling his body ignite once more.
He wanted to pull her into his arms and possess her fiercely.
Zhan Jingjing walked to the edge of the bed, then bent down, bringing her face close to Zhao Yang's.
Her red lips were only a few centimeters away from his.
She whispered softly, "Come on, my little darling."
Her voice was like a spell, completely shattering Zhao Yang's reason.
He suddenly pushed Zhan Jingjing onto the bed...
Their bodies intertwined tightly...
The room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere...
Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door interrupted their passion.
Who could it be? At this moment?
Both Zhao Yang and Zhan Jingjing were stunned...
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