The First One
Shi Luoyin snaps back to reality, realizing she's still lost in those thoughts. She's going mad.
Oh god! What is she even thinking!
So embarrassing!
Good thing they're in a private booth, or she'd die of shame!
Her flawless reputation as Shi Luoyin is nearly in tatters today. QAQ...
Is there a hole in the ground? She wants to crawl into it...
Lin Zimo watches as Shi Luoyin curls up like a boiled shrimp, her delicate body flushed pink with embarrassment—adorable and endlessly entertaining.
That soft, creamy hand she just touched... now it's covering her snowy-white cheeks... Nah, better not call her out on it.
Otherwise, she'd probably dive under the table in mortification...
Lin Zimo chuckles softly. "Alright, the food's getting cold. Come on, babe, sit up and eat something."
Shi Luoyin keeps her face buried, not wanting to move, but he's coaxing her! Calling her "babe" like that!
Who could resist? Not her, that's for sure.
"Mm, okay." She straightens up and sits properly, but averts her eyes, too shy to meet his gaze.
Head down, cheeks burning, she focuses on her meal, not daring to make any more bold moves.
The dishes are perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection, showcasing the chef's masterful skill.
Rich chocolate aromas mingle with subtle notes of wine, capping off the feast on a sublime note.
The exquisite tableware and lavish decor elevate the dinner even further, immersing them in a luxurious dreamscape.
Dinner ends, and Shi Luoyin finally relaxes, her shyness fading back to normal.
Lin Zimo gently drapes his suit jacket over her shoulders. Hand in hand, they leave the restaurant.
The night sky sparkles with stars, as if bearing witness to the young lovers' romance.
They stroll under the moonlight, their sweet love blooming quietly in the perfect evening.
Shi Luoyin gazes at Lin Zimo's straight, noble nosebridge.
And those deep, starry eyes, each twinkling star radiating seductive allure.
Lin Zimo meets the gaze of her beautiful eyes. Under the moonlight, the girl's graceful figure looks elegant and intoxicatingly sweet.
Shi Luoyin stands beneath a streetlamp, hands clasped tightly, hesitating over something.
Lin Zimo steps closer, sensing the tension and anticipation radiating from her.
He smiles inwardly, closing the distance further.
"Can you... come home with me tonight?" Shi Luoyin finally musters her courage, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
Lin Zimo smiles gently. "Sure, I'll go home with you."
During the mission, he can't refuse his girlfriend's requests anyway. Going home with Shi Luoyin? No downside there.
Her face lights up with a shy, happy blush as she ducks her head. They walk side by side, their shadows crossing and merging under the streetlights.
Shi Luoyin's heart races faster. She knows this choice might change everything between them, but she's determined to take this path.
They reach the parking lot.
Shi Luoyin skips her low-key Porsche, planning to have someone pick it up tomorrow.
The system-provided McLaren worth five million sits waiting. Lin Zimo opens the butterfly door and helps her in.
Following her directions, navigation leads them swiftly to the parking lot of Shi Luoyin's standalone luxury villa on Ersha Island.
He eyes the multimillion-yuan Lamborghini and Mercedes in her garage.
Lin Zimo recalls her family background—a top-tier powerhouse, the kind with real influence. No wonder she's stayed so pure and untainted in the entertainment industry's cesspool at such a young age.
She keeps a low profile and suppresses any leaks, so nothing's blown up yet.
"Didn't expect you to let these luxury rides gather dust," Lin Zimo teases with a low laugh, glancing at her.
Shi Luoyin smiles sheepishly. "Hehe~ I'm famous, y'know? Low-key is better."
She always wears a mask and hat out; flashing a supercar would just draw even more eyes. Not fun at all.
Her villa boasts stunning views and surroundings—water on three sides, lush greenery everywhere.
Broad vistas overlook the small waist landmark; riverside perch lets you feel the breeze and scenery up close.
Lin Zimo lets her tug him by the hand into the lavish villa.
The living room is spacious, with leather sofas blending seamlessly with priceless decor and cutting-edge appliances.
Luxurious yet practical, the floor-to-ceiling windows frame breathtaking views that soothe the soul—comfortable and grand.
A few crumpled sheet music drafts litter the chaise lounge sofa.
Shi Luoyin spots them too, remembering her casual habits at home, and hurriedly pulls Lin Zimo upstairs.
"Come on, I'll show you my private music studio. Besides family and my manager and assistant, you're the first one allowed in."
She flashes a sweet smile and opens the room next to her bedroom.
Lin Zimo grins. "Then I'm honored to be your first."
Shi Luoyin hears "first" and her mind twists it naughty for a second... but he's not wrong...
Then she leads him into the art-filled music studio.
A pricey black-and-white grand piano dominates the center, its gleaming surface reflecting their side-by-side silhouettes.
Besides the piano, electric guitars, basses, and more instruments line the walls—each handpicked, worth a fortune.
On the other side, a pro-level music production PC loaded with top software.
After the tour, Shi Luoyin says, "Lin Zimo, it's getting late. Let's shower and sleep."
"Sure, let's shower and sleep." Lin Zimo smirks, going along with it.
Shi Luoyin catches the phrasing, blushes furiously, and stammers, "Ah! I-I didn't mean it like that! I meant... we each shower separately, then sleep..."
"Anyway~ I'm showering first! You go too—the guest room has a bathroom."
She darts back to her bedroom with a da-da-da of footsteps, humming a happy tune.
Lin Zimo chuckles at her lively, bashful, soft little figure and opens the guest room door next door.
This Shi Luoyin is getting cuter by the minute.
In the cozy master bathroom, water ripples in the tub.
Shi Luoyin wears a silk robe, her curves teasingly visible through the steam.
She fills the tub with pale blue bubble bath; fresh, clean scents fill the air. She inhales deeply—fragrant. Lin Zimo would like it too, right?
Delicate porcelain vessels line the tub's edge, brimming with sweet bath salts and fresh rose petals, wafting inviting aromas.
Shi Luoyin slips into the tub. Her skin glows porcelain-smooth under the lights, snowy and flawless as jade.
Her silky hair drapes over her shoulders to her perky white breasts, swaying gently with her movements, rising and falling.
Warm water envelops her body; a blush warms her cheeks from the steam.
Then.
She thinks of Lin Zimo next door. Is he soaking too?
Her mind drifts back to dinner—that accidental brush against his "big wooden stick."
"Hah—"
Shi Luoyin's face heats up even more.