Perhaps Luo Ye simply had no concept of reciprocity; she had been thoroughly seen through, yet Luo Ye actually said she was asking for trouble.
However, Dong Enyu didn’t press the issue further.
After Luo Ye released her hand, she pulled back to the corner of the bed, keeping her distance to avoid unintentionally offending her again.
To be honest, if it were someone like Yong Le shouting loudly, she would find it easier to deal with.
But Luo Ye was like a closed book, giving her a headache.
She couldn’t read minds or know what was going on in her head.
At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed from the Basement.
Dong Enyu’s shabby door had no proper lock, so the person simply pushed it open.
Mama-san stood at the door, panting, and upon seeing Luo Ye, she clearly paused for a moment.
“Mama-san, are you looking for me?”
Dong Enyu got out of bed, realizing that Mama-san had come to call her to work.
“Teacher Zhao is here, and she wants you to hurry over,” Mama-san glanced at her torn sweater and then at Luo Ye, her expression turning serious.
“Alright, change your clothes and go over. Don’t keep Teacher Zhao waiting too long.”
After saying that, Mama-san hurriedly left, leaving Dong Enyu to silently chuckle.
It seemed that her relationship with Luo Ye had been misunderstood.
But being misunderstood wasn’t all bad; it could help her build a better relationship with Qi Ge.
Dong Enyu changed into a shirt and stepped out of her room, knowing that Luo Ye was following her.
She initially thought Luo Ye was just going to the lobby, but when they entered the elevator, she realized Luo Ye was also leaving on the same floor.
Just as Dong Enyu was about to enter the private room, Luo Ye still stood silently behind her, which made Dong Enyu a bit displeased.
“Sorry, I need to work. Your presence is quite bothersome,” she said, looking back in dissatisfaction.
Luo Ye, however, seemed to ignore her, pushing the door open and entering the room, causing Dong Enyu to take a deep breath.
Tonight, Zhao Han had come alone.
She wore a sharply pressed suit, and her meticulously styled hair made her look very serious.
The black-rimmed glasses couldn’t hide her piercing gaze.
From the moment Dong Enyu and Luo Ye entered, she directly scanned the two of them, her questioning look making Dong Enyu feel a bit uneasy.
Surprisingly, Zhao Han didn’t chase Luo Ye away; she simply beckoned Dong Enyu over with a finger.
“You’re too slow.”
Zhao Han’s voice was devoid of emotion as she handed over a bottle of alcohol, indicating that she wanted to punish her first.
Dong Enyu didn’t hesitate; she took the bottle and drank straight from it.
The fiery taste soothed her throat and invigorated her.
After putting down the bottle, she noticed Zhao Han’s gaze was fixed on Luo Ye.
“Her name is Luo Ye; she came to hang out with Qi Ge,” Dong Enyu hurriedly introduced, fearing Zhao Han would cause trouble for Luo Ye.
But Zhao Han’s eyes remained on Luo Ye, who sat on the nearby sofa, seemingly in deep meditation.
“I know.”
Zhao Han acknowledged this, which was why she didn’t send Luo Ye away, but her tone was even colder than before.
She pointed to the floor, and Dong Enyu immediately understood and knelt at her feet.
Zhao Han liked it this way, making people kneel to listen to her speak.
“Have you missed me these past few days?”
Zhao Han’s icy fingers pinched Dong Enyu’s chin, leaning in to stare into her eyes, each word dripping with displeasure.
Ever since Dong Enyu had sent a “miss you” text out of boredom, she had been completely targeted by Zhao Han.
The last time was in the restroom, and now she had come personally.
“I’m sorry, I’ve been too busy lately, no time.”
No time to think about Zhao Han.
Dong Enyu knew this statement was dangerous, but she couldn’t think of any other excuse.
Pretending to say “I miss you” would probably not convince Zhao Han either.
Fortunately, Zhao Han didn’t slap her; instead, the fingers pinching her chin gently caressed her skin, her dark eyes scrutinizing Dong Enyu as if observing something.
“Is it because I haven’t pampered you in a long time that you wag your tail to please others?”
Her breath brushed against Dong Enyu’s lips as she spoke, glancing at Luo Ye.
Dong Enyu didn’t think Zhao Han was jealous; her calm tone was chilling.
Zhao Han was a person with a strong desire for control, so when she arrived late and appeared with Luo Ye, it was inevitable that Zhao Han would be displeased.
Last time, she had even made her bark like a dog, and even if Dong Enyu were a dog, she would never be Zhao Han’s loyal pet.
“I am the public relations officer for Star Diamond, so naturally, I should please the guests to help Star Diamond make money. Wagging my tail a bit isn’t too much to ask.”
She said it lightly, putting Star Diamond’s interests first, completely out of professional duty without any personal feelings.
“Then you should find a way to please me right now.”
Zhao Han released her grip on Dong Enyu, lazily reclining back on the sofa, waiting for her to come and please her.
If it was just about pouring drinks, Zhao Han probably wouldn’t be satisfied.
If it was about playing games, Zhao Han wouldn’t participate either.
Dong Enyu knelt on the ground for a while before finally getting up to turn up the music in the room.
It was a light tune with a hint of jazz, and she stood by the table, starting to sway her hips and move her waist, sensually caressing her body in rhythm with the music, from her hair down to her lips, then sliding down her neck to her chest, unbuttoning the collar to reveal one, then two, then three enticing glimpses of skin, and finally four buttons undone, exposing most of her figure.
Dong Enyu’s body was supple, twisting to the music under the dim yellow light.
Her gaze was hazy, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, filled with confidence and playfulness, constantly teasing Zhao Han, who sat on the sofa.
She could be very provocative or very reserved; right now, she wanted to entice Zhao Han.
So, after throwing her shirt on the ground, she walked directly towards her, her long legs straddling Zhao Han, her hands pressing against the back of the sofa, dangerously closing the distance.
“Teacher Zhao, are you satisfied?”
Dong Enyu’s voice was low and soft, like a whisper of love, asking Zhao Han.
Satisfied?
The response she received was a splash of alcohol all over her face, the amber liquid trickling down her nose.
She lowered her gaze to Zhao Han, who pinched her chin, tilting her head back to lick the droplets of alcohol from her cheek, coldly saying, “Who brought you out?”
Who brought you out…
The words echoed in Dong Enyu’s mind as she furrowed her brows, creating some distance from Zhao Han.
“No one.”
Slap!
— The fiery heat immediately flushed Dong Enyu’s cheeks red.
Zhao Han’s slap was powerful, and then she pushed her directly from the sofa to the ground, leaving her in a disheveled state as she looked up.
At that moment, Dong Enyu was only wearing a deep blue lingerie set, her nearly bare body reflected in Zhao Han’s cold gaze.
Zhao Han’s dark red high heels parted Dong Enyu’s legs, the heels unhesitatingly pressing against her thigh, her exquisite face maintaining a neutral expression, only slightly narrowing her eyes as she coldly asked, “What is this?”
Dong Enyu felt a sharp pain from being stepped on, biting her lip as she looked at the spot where the heel pressed down.
To her shock, she saw that the inner thighs were covered in kiss marks, like petals imprinted on her skin.
Her expression darkened immediately as she realized it was Yong Le who had done this while she was asleep.
“Damn that rogue!”
“If you’re so thirsty, why not just call me?”
Zhao Han said, pressing down harder with her foot, causing Dong Enyu to wince in pain and break out in a cold sweat, but she dared not retort.
“Teacher Zhao is a busy person; how could I disturb you over such a trivial matter?”
Dong Enyu replied with a flattering smile, her voice steady and unwavering.
She felt the pressure ease as Zhao Han slowly withdrew her right foot, saying, “You’re really understanding.”
However, her tone was laced with disdain.
Dong Enyu closed her legs, and immediately heard Zhao Han grab a bottle of liquor from the table, tossing her five bottles of strong alcohol.
“I know you can drink a lot; these are all prepared for you.”
Her slender fingers swept across the table full of drinks, implying that Dong Enyu should not stop drinking until she was completely intoxicated.
So she drank, crazily gulping down the alcohol.
She couldn’t pretend to be drunk because whenever she collapsed onto the sofa to rest, Zhao Han would just pour more liquor down her throat.
As a result, she truly got drunk that night.
The table was cleared of all bottles, and there was a lot of spilled liquor on the floor.
In the entire room, only one person was being forced to drink, and that person was Dong Enyu.
She swallowed the last mouthful, her stomach bloated and uncomfortable, the lingering smell of alcohol making her dizzy as she lay weakly on the sofa to recuperate.
Everyone shows their drunkenness differently; some shout loudly, while others just fall asleep.
Dong Enyu, when drunk, became quiet and uncommunicative, her blinking slowed down as she watched Zhao Han toss the bottle in her hand, which smashed against the wall with a loud crash.
In her hazy state, she noticed that Luo Ye had already left, though she couldn’t tell when she had gone…
“Look at me.”
Zhao Han grasped Dong Enyu’s face, forcing her to focus only on her.
“You have no expression…”
Even in her drunken state, her words were quite clear, though her speech was somewhat slurred.
She reeked of alcohol, and as she spoke, the warmth of her breath brushed against Zhao Han.
“You have no expression, it’s boring, like it’s fake…”
After saying this, she reached out to touch Zhao Han’s face, as if trying to tear off her cold mask.
That face was too beautiful; her features were perfectly aligned, and even though she had an Asian appearance, it was striking, as if meticulously designed.
Every dimension, every distance was perfect; her eyebrows, nose, and lips were all flawless.
Unfortunately, her gaze was too cold, cold enough to freeze someone, and it was impossible to discern her true thoughts.
Zhao Han rarely showed emotions, so rarely that it was intimidating.
Dong Enyu’s hands wandered aimlessly; having consumed so much alcohol, her body temperature was extremely high, burning like a fireball against Zhao Han.
Zhao Han sat on Dong Enyu, her gaze roaming over her face, one hand hooking onto her bra, pulling it off effortlessly and tossing it aside.
“Zhao Han.”
Dong Enyu murmured, her eyes hazy as she looked at her.
Half-drunk, half-awake.
“Zhao Han, Zhao Han…” she kept calling, her voice growing softer and gentler.
Zhao Han did not respond, merely staring at her, her deep, unfathomable eyes always hiding an unyielding chill, like a thousand-year-old winter snow, glimmering silver without any warmth.
Dong Enyu wrapped her arms around Zhao Han’s neck, their faces drawing closer until their lips were just a millimeter apart.
“Do you only have one expression?”
Dong Enyu squinted and asked, her lips barely brushing against the corner of Zhao Han’s mouth.
“What expression do you want?”
Zhao Han opened her mouth and bit down on Dong Enyu’s lower lip, tasting the strong liquor.
She asked what expression Dong Enyu wanted, not what she wanted to see.
Clearly, Dong Enyu’s head was spinning; she giggled foolishly a few times, her tongue suggestively licking Zhao Han’s lips as she murmured, “Crying.”
