That afternoon, Kuang Ye accompanied Mu Wan to visit a renowned master of Su-style qipao in S City. After agreeing to pay a hefty tuition fee, the master gladly accepted Mu Wan as her student.

Master Su took out a qipao embroidered with Su embroidery and handed it to Mu Wan.

“Although you’re here and paying to learn, since you’re calling me ‘Master,’ I’ll give you a welcome gift.

“If you’re learning to make qipaos, you also need to know how to wear one. Only by wearing it yourself will you understand how it feels and know what makes it most comfortable.

“Take this qipao and try it on. If it doesn’t fit perfectly, I’ll adjust it for you on the spot.”

Mu Wan hadn’t expected Master Su to be so kind and immediately beamed with joy. “Thank you, Master.”

Seeing Mu Wan’s radiant smile, Master Su felt a warm affection toward her. As a mother herself, she was touched when she heard that Mu Wan wanted to make a qipao as a birthday gift for her mother.

Before long, Mu Wan came out wearing the qipao.

Kuang Ye glanced up and couldn’t tear his eyes away.

The black qipao perfectly highlighted her graceful figure, her slim waist accentuating her curves. Her jet-black hair was loosely held up with a small hairpin, exuding an effortless elegance.

Her pale, alabaster skin contrasted strikingly with the black fabric, making it appear as smooth and luminous as jade. The qipao’s side slits revealed glimpses of her legs, adding a subtle allure.

Kuang Ye suddenly felt a strange warmth in his nose. He quickly tilted his head upward, fearing something embarrassing might start dripping from his nostrils.

“Ah Ye, does it look good?” Mu Wan asked.

“It looks good,” Kuang Ye replied without hesitation.

“If it looks good, why aren’t you looking at me?”

Kuang Ye hesitated. “…Because I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

Mu Wan: “??”

Master Su couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the young couple playfully banter. It had been a long time since her courtyard had felt this lively.

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Mu Wan’s schedule gained a new addition. Aside from competition days, she would visit Master Su to learn the art of qipao-making. She even managed to sneakily obtain her mother’s measurements, eagerly preparing to surprise her on her birthday.

Whenever Kuang Ye was free, he would accompany her. Somehow, he had acquired a DSLR camera and would constantly take pictures while Mu Wan practiced her craft with Master Su.

He called it documenting the process of making her qipao.

Mu Wan let him be.

Finally, three days before Wang Lan’s birthday, Mu Wan’s qipao was completed.

The familiar Maserati drove into the underground parking garage of the apartment complex. Mu Wan picked up the carefully packed qipao, ready to head upstairs as usual when her hand was suddenly grabbed, her pinky lightly hooked.

“Jiejie, have you forgotten something recently?”

Mu Wan’s heart immediately began racing uncontrollably. After spending so much time with Kuang Ye, she had figured out a pattern. Whenever he called her “Jiejie,” it was either to tease her or to flirt outrageously.

Her face grew warm as she pretended to play dumb. “What are you talking about?”

Rough fingertips drew slow circles in the soft center of her palm. His nails, kept short for gaming, pressed down teasingly in a mock punishment.

“Have you really forgotten, Jiejie? Our bet? It’s already halfway through. Have you remembered yet?”

Mu Wan: “…”

She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. No matter how hard she wracked her brain, she couldn’t recall.

Kuang Ye narrowed his eyes and suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. The small gap between them disappeared in an instant, leaving them staring directly into each other’s eyes.

“Jiejie, do you need a little hint?”

Mu Wan’s eyes lit up, nodding eagerly like a chicken pecking at rice. “Yes.”

Kuang Ye lowered his gaze.

Her blushing face, slightly trembling eyelashes, and soft, rosy lips seemed irresistibly inviting. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his dark eyes deepening.

“Jiejie, if I give you a hint, can you give me a little reward?”

His voice was hoarse and low, carrying a provocative edge.

Mu Wan was so nervous her heart felt like it might fly out of her chest. Yet a subtle sense of anticipation flickered within her. She averted her gaze from his fiery eyes and softly asked, “What kind of reward?”

Kuang Ye: “A kiss.”

Mu Wan’s heartbeat quickened even further, her ears burning so red they seemed about to drip blood. After a long pause, she gave a small, hesitant nod.

Receiving her permission, Kuang Ye could no longer hold back. Cupping the back of her head, he leaned in to claim the lips he had longed for.

At first, it was a chaste meeting of their lips.

Then it became something far more indulgent as he pried her lips open, deepening the kiss. His tongue invaded, tangling with hers, creating an overwhelming sensation that left her mind spinning.

The quiet car was filled with the unmistakable sound of their fiery french kissing.

Mu Wan felt light-headed. What started as tentative cooperation quickly turned into her passively enduring his overwhelming dominance. Her tongue tingled as though it had gone numb.

She had no idea how long the french kiss lasted.

Finally, dissatisfaction bubbled up within her. She began to push Kuang Ye away in protest, but he seemed to anticipate her resistance. He pinned her hands down.

However, he seemed to forget the position they were in and just how cramped the car’s space was.

The sudden motion triggered an unexpected situation.

Their body so closed to each other that they could feel each others warm heat radiating from the intense fiery kiss. Kuang Ye’s erection was felt through their closed contact.

Kuang Ye abruptly released her and drew in a sharp breath, his expression tense and turn on.