readease Chapter 459 We're all foxes of the year, who doesn't understand whose thoughts?
Chapter 459 We're all foxes of the year, who doesn't understand whose thoughts?
Ye Fan's lips curled into an enigmatic smile. Without another word, he turned and walked towards the hotel's private elevator.
Han Yiying immediately pulled the still somewhat dazed Feng Timo along to follow.
The elevator goes directly to the top floor.
The door opened, and the personal butler of the presidential suite was already bowing in greeting.
Guided by the butler, the three passed through the luxurious and private living room and arrived at the stunning rooftop open-air area—
The azure infinity pool seems to blend seamlessly with the dazzling city skyline in the distance, while on one side is a brightly lit and atmospheric outdoor restaurant.
The butler gave a silent signal, and a well-trained waiter immediately served three glasses of fine wine that gleamed with a deep ruby red hue under the moonlight.
Han Yiying and Feng Timo each picked up their wine glasses and took a careful sip.
The rich liquor slid down their throats, a warm sensation rising within them, almost instantly spreading into two delicate blushes on their fair cheeks.
They were clearly not good drinkers.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the atmosphere, but Han Yiying took a deep breath and stood up on her own.
Holding her wine glass, her figure was particularly captivating in the night breeze. She looked at Ye Fan with brimming eyes and said, "Mr. Ye, this glass is for you! Thank you for your... kindness and generosity today."
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes, casually raised his glass and lightly clinked it against hers, taking only a small sip.
Han Yiying seemed to have made up her mind, tilting her head back and drinking the rest of the red wine in her glass in one gulp! The alcohol made her frown slightly, but her eyes lit up, as if she had turned on some kind of switch.
After a glass of wine, she seemed to have grown bolder, and she opened up completely: "Mr. Ye, to be honest, if you hadn't said you were only eighteen, I would never have believed you!"
Her voice, slightly soft from the alcohol and filled with genuine amazement, said, "Most boys your age still have a student-like air about them, or even some immaturity, but you have a calm aura that makes it easy to overlook your age, like a mature man who has experienced a lot... um...."
"Oh? Really?" Ye Fan put down his wine glass, leaned back slightly, and had a lazy smile on his face, as if he already knew the answer.
"Of course!"
Han Yiying nodded vigorously, her expression serious: "Your every move, every word, and every action is nothing like that of an eighteen-year-old boy; you're more like... like a deeply insightful... um... a successful person with rich experience!"
Feng Timo, standing nearby, nodded vigorously and whispered in agreement, "Yes, Yingying is right!"
Han Yiying's eyes sparkled, and emboldened by the alcohol, she added, with a hint of probing and flirtation: "With your kind of charm, it must be hard for any girl not to be attracted, right?"
Ye Fan chuckled inwardly: Ha, with money and this good looks, nothing is impossible. What if it were a poor kid? He remained outwardly calm, deliberately asking a question, his gaze scrutinizing Han Yiying: "You think so too?"
Han Yiying met his gaze but did not answer directly. Instead, she gave him an even sweeter smile, tinged with a slightly intoxicated haze.
Her body seemed to move closer to Ye Fan unintentionally, her shoulder almost touching his arm, and a faint scent of perfume mixed with the aroma of red wine wafted over.
The movements were very natural; the methods of a top-tier "green tea" were displayed both boldly and subtly at this moment.
Her large eyes were filled with laughter, and her voice softened even more, as if revealing an unspoken secret: "Someone like you must have no shortage of outstanding women pursuing you, right? You should already have a sweetheart by your side, shouldn't you?"
Ye Fan did not deny it; it was almost obvious.
But he instantly understood the deeper meaning behind Han Yiying's question—to test his attitude and determine his "opportunity".
He simply responded with a meaningful, noncommittal smile, picked up his glass, took another sip, and gazed at the dazzling city lights in the distance.
Under the soft lighting inside the private room, the surface of the swimming pool reflected the twinkling stars.
Han Yiying's smile remained sweet, Feng Timo looked slightly tipsy and dazed, and Ye Fan's profile appeared unfathomable in the light and shadow.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of red wine, a faint scent of perfume, and a silent, unspoken contest.
They're all old foxes, who doesn't understand who's thinking?
it is more than words.
......
Ye Fan casually picked up the glass of rich, blood-red wine with his left hand, took a small sip, and his deep gaze remained fixed on Han Yiying's pretty face, which was flushed with an alluring blush.
However, his right hand seemed to possess an independent will, and with an extremely natural and unquestionable sense of control, it gently rested on Han Yiying's slender and soft waist.
Han Yiying's body trembled almost imperceptibly, her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and the blush on her cheeks seemed to deepen, carrying a touch of just the right amount of shyness.
But she didn't flinch; in fact, she leaned into Ye Fan's arms almost imperceptibly, as if she had found the most comfortable support.
That pandering was silent yet clear.
This scene struck Feng Timo like a thunderbolt!
She was completely stunned! Her eyes widened, and her small mouth opened slightly, as if she could fit a cherry inside.
So... they've already hooked up? That's so direct.
A strong sense of unease instantly overwhelmed her.
Her hands, resting on her lap, unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, her fingertips turning slightly white.
Besides feeling flustered, a complex sense of admiration for Han Yiying also welled up inside her.
Although she also harbored the same ambition deep down—to get closer to this radiant man—Feng Timo admitted that she was far inferior to him in terms of sheer courage and skillful handling of the situation.
Just as Han Yiying said, Ye Fan was young, handsome, and wealthy, but what was even more fatal was his mature aura that far exceeded his age, a kind of deep-sea charm that was captivating...
These factors combined create an almost devastating attraction for any young woman in the throes of first love.
He is almost the embodiment of the perfect boyfriend.
But Feng Timo was also very clear-headed: Ye Fan's world was separated from them, seemingly glamorous but actually precarious livestreamers, by an insurmountable chasm.
He was like a star hanging in the distant night sky, dazzling and brilliant, yet an existence they could never touch.
Chaotic thoughts tangled in her mind like a jumble of hemp, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.
Just as she was trying to lower her head to hide her helplessness, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Ye Fan's gaze out of the corner of her eye—Ye Fan's gaze had somehow shifted from Han Yiying's face and was now calmly, with a hint of amusement, fixed on her!
Feng Timo's heart skipped a beat, and she jumped up like a startled deer!
Overwhelmed by panic, she almost lost her ability to think. Almost instinctively, she grabbed the half-full glass of red wine in front of her, gripping the stem tightly with both hands until her knuckles turned white. Her voice trembled noticeably: "Mr. Ye... Mr. Ye! I... I'd like to toast you too!"