CHAPTER 57

"The dress suits you well. Shall I buy it for you?"

The woman's cool voice pierced into Xiaoyuan's ears, her slender fingers gently exploring the fringe on her dress, the movements incredibly gentle.

Xiaoyuan wasn't sure if she was admiring the dress or her...

The heat on Xiaoyuan's cheeks spread all the way to her ears. She held her breath and shook her head. Her brain was sending her the message of "no," but she ended up letting out a soft hum, making her face burn even more.

She wasn't underage, she vaguely knew what was happening to her, yet she wasn't quite sure.

Strictly speaking, Wei Zhuang hadn't fully embraced her, she was just holding her from behind.

However, Xiaoyuan had never been this close to a woman before, maybe she had, but it hadn't left an impression. All the freshness, nervousness, and strange reactions regarding same-s*x intimacy were all brought about by Wei Zhuang.

"President Wei..." Xiaoyuan took a moment to catch her breath before finally speaking, "The contract."

As per the contract, Wei Zhuang was not obligated to provide her with any resources, including gifts and pocket money.

At the mention of these two words, Wei Zhuang's movements halted, and her hand retreated.

Xiaoyuan lowered her eyes, staring at the gradually still fringe, lost in thought.

"Okay." she said.

The soft embrace behind her also withdrew, the warm body heat departing, leaving her bare arms with a hint of coldness creeping in.

She wasn't sure if Wei Zhuang had left.

Only a slightly awkward silence lingered in the room.

In the silence, the vibration of Xiaoyuan's phone sounded particularly clear.

Oh, right, and the dress.

Unconsciously, Xiaoyuan let out a sigh, reaching behind to fumble with the zipper. The back of the dress was bare, the zipper was lower, and theoretically, it shouldn't have been that hard to pull down, but inexplicably, after a few attempts, she couldn't seem to find the right angle to unzip it.

"Ah..."

"I'll do it."

The two voices almost sounded simultaneously, startling Xiaoyuan. She turned around, and the flowing silver fabric cascaded around her, shimmering brightly.

It truly was a beautiful dress.

"...I thought..." Xiaoyuan stammered.

Wei Zhuang's gaze moved slowly from her calves up to her eyes.

Xiaoyuan suddenly understood. Unlike the straightforward teasing looks from other women, Wei Zhuang's gaze seemed to carry a hint of appreciation, curiosity, and something else she couldn't quite identify.

"Why me?" Xiaoyuan blurted out.

Why had she signed a contract with her?

She had never asked herself this question before.

Xiaoyuan didn't realize she was staring intently at Wei Zhuang, seriously studying every reaction of hers.

Wei Zhuang seemed momentarily taken aback.

For her, this was too rare a sight, but Xiaoyuan remembered, this was the second time she had left her speechless.

The first time was when she asked Wei Zhuang to accompany her in acting out the scene where the male lead bids farewell in "Zui Xiaoyao".

And now this.

She thought to herself, 'Is the President going to be angry again?'. Just as she was about to say something to ease the impending awkwardness, Wei Zhuang spoke.

"I'm attracted to you." she said.

Xiaoyuan blinked blankly, almost doubting the words she heard with her ears.

I—Am—Attracted—To—You—

These words, coupled with the thunder that suddenly rolled in from the sky, crashed into her heart like a thunderclap.

She had watched countless romance films, acted in movies, and even been in relationships, but in that moment, Xiaoyuan felt as if she were standing in the center of a swirling lake, her body and soul swaying, a wave of dizziness washing over her.

The sound of rain grew denser.

At the same time, her handbag began to vibrate.

Everything in the room seemed to be spinning, with the two of them at the center.

Perhaps it was just Xiaoyuan's illusion.

But whatever it was that pervaded between them—rain, breathing, and heartbeat—all merged together.

Wei Zhuang's hand slid down her bare back to the zipper, Xiaoyuan slowly turned around, and neither of them spoke.

As the zipper was pulled down, her snow-white back was almost fully exposed, and Xiaoyuan instinctively covered her chest, feeling Wei Zhuang's breath drifting across her back.

"I can do it myself... it's fine..." She hadn't finished her sentence before Wei Zhuang embraced her again, causing Xiaoyuan's heartbeat to race even faster than before.

Then, she felt a soft, warm touch on her back. Xiaoyuan shivered, leaning back as the woman hugged her waist.

So this is what her lips felt like—so soft.

Wei Zhuang kissed her back, then moved to her nape, gently placing light kisses that trailed to her ear. Xiaoyuan curled up, involuntarily gasping, her limbs going weak.

This dress wasn't suitable for wearing a bra. She only had a Nubra on, and her trembling hands struggled to keep the fabric in place as the tassel dress slipped down, rustling softly, while the woman's lips lingered silently and slowly on her neck and shoulders.

Once again, Xiaoyuan felt everything spinning around her. At a certain moment, her hand weakened, just as the dress was about to fall, another slender white hand reached over, holding the dress in place and also supporting the curves rising and falling on her chest.

Her heart raced wildly, pounding so hard that the hand pressing against her chest could feel it. She was also aware of the soft body next to her, unique to same-sex encounters, and the distinct, serene fragrance that belonged to Wei Zhuang.

"Very beautiful." Wei Zhuang whispered in her ear.

Xiaoyuan's face instantly turned crimson.

She wasn't wearing shoes and was held by Wei Zhuang, who was almost half a head taller than her, so she must have seen everything...

She knew she was attractive, but hearing it from Wei Zhuang's lips gave it a heart-stopping credibility.

The air seemed permeated with an inexplicable ambiguity, making every breath a quiver.

"Wei..." Xiaoyuan was about to call her name but swallowed it.

At that moment, she had no idea what to say, she vaguely sensed what might happen in the next moment.

"Do you want to spend the night with me?" The woman's voice brushed against her ear.

Xiaoyuan had read many scripts, seen many movies, and in the moments leading up to a relationship between the male and female lead, the lines of the initiator might not have much difference, and the tone mostly filled with desire, seduction, teasing—whatever it was, the tone was definitely different from normal at that moment.

But when Wei Zhuang said it, her tone was as usual, slightly cold, like moonlight soaking through.

It was so ordinary that Xiaoyuan couldn't help but wonder if she had misunderstood her meaning. So, she turned to look at her.

In that instant, she caught a glimpse of Wei Zhuang's slightly heavy, somewhat disordered breathing.

Barely audible and fleeting.

Their gazes met, breaths intertwining.

Xiaoyuan slowly turned her blushing face away, "...I... need to shower."

She hadn't expected to say something so ambiguous. After all, she was still quite innocent. She quickly covered her dress and slipped out of the woman's embrace, heading straight for the bathroom.

With a swift motion, she pulled the door shut.

Her whole body, along with the limp tassel dress, rustled as she sat on the carpet outside the bathroom without even turning on the light. In the dim environment, the silver tassel dress shimmered like sparkling seawater, mirroring her mood.

Suddenly, there was a sound from outside, and the next moment, the lights in both the bathroom and the outer area were turned on.

Xiaoyuan blinked repeatedly and looked up, seeing Wei Zhuang's tall, slender silhouette outlined on the frosted glass. She said, "Give me the dress, I'll have someone send it to your assistant."

Ah, she almost forgot.

One can only imagine how anxious Cai Juan must be right now.

Xiaoyuan stood up, took off the dress, opened the door a crack, and handed the dress out.

She didn't know that Wei Zhuang was standing in the dim space between the living room and the bathroom, while the bathroom was lit. So her entire figure was vaguely visible through the gauzy frosted glass.

Undulating, soft, curved, semi-transparent, beautiful figure.

The glass door opened slightly like a shadow puppet curtain, and a snowy white wrist extended to pass out the dress.

Wei Zhuang's gaze shifted from the door as she took the dress, and the glass door gently pushed back into place.

Xiaoyuan watched the shadow on the door fade away, biting her lip, feeling a slight urge to laugh.

Oh gosh, the big boss actually helped her tidy up her jewelry and dress, was she too honored?

The more she thought about it, the more amusing it became, as if playful waves were surging up in her heart, rolling around and making her unable to help but cover her face and chuckle softly.

Wei Zhuang neatly folded Xiaoyuan's dress and shoes, found a jewelry box, packed her jewelry, and placed everything into the leather bag Xiaoyuan had previously retrieved. Then, she dialed the butler's number.

She carried out these actions naturally, without feeling anything out of place. Before long, the leather bag was sent away.

It was rare for the butler to receive a call from her at such a late hour. Holding the leather bag, he had already instructed someone to wait outside to deliver it directly to its destination.

He came down from the elevator and walked into the foyer. His pager went off, and when he answered, it was the security guard at the basement entrance, saying someone wanted to visit his employer. Since it was late, the guard didn't find it appropriate to call directly to the homeowner.

The butler found it strange and asked who it was.

The guard replied that it was someone with the last name Wei, claiming to be a family member of the homeowner, but their attitude seemed unfriendly.

The butler hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to relay this, and decided to call his employer.

At that time, Wei Zhuang was using her phone to contact someone, it was early morning in Eastern North America. She didn't like to type messages, so she sent a voice message: "Jim, find a time to call me, I need to discuss something with you."

Shortly after sending the message, the landline phone in the room rang, prompting her to set down her mobile phone.

The voice message quickly received a text reply—"Sister, sister, I just woke up. What can I do for you?"

Wei Zhuang listened to the butler's phone call, her brows slightly furrowing. She glanced into the room before saying, "Alright, have him wait for me on the 32nd floor."

This luxurious apartment building had a total of 35 floors, with floors 32 to 35 belonging to Wei Zhuang.

After hanging up, she glanced at the time. It was getting late, and the rain was pouring outside, accompanied by thunder. She didn't like this kind of weather, so she returned to the room she had just left, intending to update Xiaoyuan on the situation.

The bathroom lights were on, and faint sounds of water could be heard. She hadn't finished her shower yet.

Wei Zhuang stood in place for a moment, making a somewhat curious discovery. The young girl had only stayed in this room for one night before, and tonight hadn't passed yet, but she felt a lively and spirited atmosphere in the room. However, her gaze swept over the bed still in the middle, intending to change the position for XiaoYuan, as otherwise, she wouldn't sleep well.

She had initially planned to wait for Xiaoyuan to come out, but suddenly, the doorbell rang from outside, causing her to raise an eyebrow as she walked out.

The bathroom was steamy, and Xiaoyuan emerged from the shower, wrapped in a large towel. She tousled her wet hair, combing it through.

She had taken a bit longer in the shower, mainly to calm her overly tense emotions. After casually tending to her skin, she pushed open the glass door.

Finding the room empty, she went to the closet, browsing through a row of sleepwear and loungewear, eventually selecting a long shirt and pants.

After changing, she turned around and caught a glimpse of herself in the dressing mirror. She rubbed her rosy cheeks, took a deep breath, then walked out.

As she made her way to the living room, spotting Wei Zhuang's figure, she was about to smile when, in the next moment, her expression froze. The man opposite Wei Zhuang also looked over, his face suddenly changing, staring at her in shock.

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