Having no idea how to answer Zhou Wang’s question, Qi Jiayi turned around and walked away without a word.

On the grass, Zhou Wang watched Qi Jiayi’s "hasty escape" and couldn’t help but chuckle while rubbing his chin.

However, he had eaten too much last night, and for the moment had no intention of bothering Qi Jiayi. After Qi had walked off into the distance, he stretched lazily and finally turned to walk into the villa.

When Zhou Wang entered the villa, Lisa and Sun Xining, who had been whispering to each other, stopped simultaneously.

Yet, their reactions were different.

When Lisa saw Zhou Wang, her bright mixed-race face broke into a genuine smile. She eagerly stood up and, after observing Zhou Wang’s expression as she approached and confirming he showed no signs of resistance, boldly wrapped her arms around his.

"Mr. Zhou, thank you. I never expected you to be so good to me, I..."

In her excitement, Lisa spoke somewhat incoherently, and the softness of her from her C+ class strength, precisely conveyed through the thin T-shirt, made Zhou Wang’s arm tingle with sensation.

"Still calling me Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Wang glanced at her with a faint smile.

Lisa immediately blushed and lowered her head, whispering, "Honey... or if you prefer any other term, I’m fine with that too."

A flutter arose in Zhou Wang’s heart, followed by a sudden ache in his waist, prompting him to dispel any inappropriate thoughts.

Last night had been too indulgent, and even an iron body couldn’t handle it all, he needed to take it easy.

After calming Lisa, Zhou Wang turned to see Sun Xining still sitting on the sofa, her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Zhou Wang pondered for a moment and then instructed Lisa, "Go find Old Xu and ask him to bring some freshly squeezed juice, preferably lemon or watermelon..."

In fact, this could have easily been done with a quick call to the phone on the coffee table. There was no need for Lisa to go herself, and she understood the underlying reason, promptly nodded obediently, and left the living room, leaving the space for Zhou Wang and Sun Xining.

Zhou Wang sat down next to Sun Xining and, seeing her idly fiddling with her fingers, couldn’t help but laugh:

"What’s wrong, are you shy now?"

Sun Xining, who had been immersed in a complex mood, rolled her eyes at Zhou Wang at his joking words, saying:

"Isn’t it okay... After all, it was my first time!"

Hearing this from Sun Xining’s mouth seemed a bit odd, but Zhou Wang didn’t joke further, instead softly asked:

"Why?"

Sun Xining looked up in surprise, meeting Zhou Wang’s incredibly serious expression.

It seemed he genuinely sought an answer; this was essential to him.

Sun Xining’s heart instantly softened, as if something had melted away, breeding a more subtle emotion within her heart, more nuanced than when she first heard Zhou Wang wanting to "support her for life."

So, he cares...

This time Sun Xining was truly shy, she turned her head away, "No reason, just... just wanted to."

"Could it be anyone?"

"Anyone!"

Sun Xining’s dark eyes shifted, deliberately answered.

"Then you’re better than me."

"Hmm?"

Sun Xining looked at Zhou Wang, puzzled.

"I can’t do it."

Zhou Wang gazed at her, "If it wasn’t you last night... I couldn’t."

Sun Xining completely lost her resolve, her body softened again, and it was only by sheer willpower that she didn’t collapse.

Regardless of whether Zhou Wang was talking nonsense or not, Sun Xining had already fully fallen for him, and this was definitely what she most wanted to hear.

"Kiss me."

Starry-eyed Sun Xining tried to hold herself up, tilted her chin, expressing herself in the most skilled way she knew.

Before Zhou Wang leaned in, she had already extended a tender crimson tongue.

After a series of smacking and licking noises, Zhou Wang bared his teeth slightly and gently pushed away Sun Xining’s hand as she tried to undo his belt.

"Again? I’m afraid you can’t handle it..."

The bold girl, disregarding her physical state, attempted to tease Zhou Wang once more.

"I’m fine."

With eyes as bright as stars, Sun Xining fixed her gaze on Zhou Wang, as if unwilling to blink even once.

To add more, she moved closer, whispering softly by his ear, "Even if... it’s broken, it doesn’t matter."

Zhou Wang felt a stirring in his heart. Su Yajing always spoke sweet nothings to please him, but never with such sincerity as Sun Xining displayed.

"The days are long."

With these four words, Zhou Wang finally calmed Sun Xining down.

And with Zhou Wang’s clever resolution, the last bit of wavering in Sun Xining’s heart began to fade.

At this moment, she eventually gave birth to the idea of accepting fate.

So she lazily sprawled in Zhou Wang’s arms, her slender fingers—painted with a nude nail polish—drawing circles on his neck.

"Zhou Wang, have you thought about the fact that I will grow old..."

"Hmm?"

Zhou Wang was taken aback, wondering why Sun Xining suddenly brought up this topic.

"I mean, one day I’ll grow old, maybe in a decade or so, I’ll be an old hag, and then you won’t want to kiss me or do anything with me, have you thought about that?"

Sun Xining chuckled, "But according to this agreement, by then I would have taken a lot of your money, and you’d end up with nothing!"