Chapter 100 Don't Just Talk the Talk

Zhao Mengyao didn't push him away; instead, she tilted her head slightly, looking straight into his eyes. A faint, elusive smile played on her lips, and her voice was soft and sweet, laced with a hint of seduction: "Lin Chen, you're getting better and better at dancing."

Her breath brushed against Lin Chen's cheek, causing his heart rate to spiral out of control instantly. His throat went dry, and he could barely catch his breath.

He could feel her body swaying gently in his arms, the sensation of her waist pressing through the thin uniform making his whole body burn.

Lin Chen's hand tightened involuntarily, his fingertips gently stroking her waist with a touch that was both probing and possessed an imperceptible hint of possessiveness.

He didn't know what had come over him; the composure he had maintained while facing Dr. Zhao during the day had vanished completely, leaving behind only a surging, ambiguous flutter in his heart.

Zhao Mengyao seemed to notice his movement, a flash of mischief passing through her eyes as she leaned closer into his embrace. The softness of her chest inadvertently brushed against his, making Lin Chen's body stiffen instantly, his breath hitching.

"Dr. Zhao..." Lin Chen's voice was hoarse, laced with restraint. "Us being like this..."

"What about it?" Zhao Mengyao interrupted him, her eyes ambiguous and her tone languid. "Isn't this what dancing is all about? Or are you overthinking things?"

As she spoke, she deliberately traced her fingertips along his arm, leaving a cool, lingering sensation behind.

Looking at the seduction in her eyes and feeling her warmth and touch, Lin Chen's internal defenses crumbled completely.

He didn't know if Zhao Mengyao was seducing him or if he was the one actively leaning into her. All he knew was that in this moment, he just wanted to hold her tightly, feel her body heat, and drown in this ambiguity, unable to pull himself away.

The dance floor lights remained dim, the music remained sultry, and the two pressed tightly together, swaying gently to the rhythm.

Lin Chen's hand held her slender waist firmly, his fingertips feeling her softness; Zhao Mengyao's hand rested on his shoulder, occasionally stroking the back of his neck.

Their gazes intertwined, and an ambiguous tension spread through the air. It was impossible to tell who had made the first move, or when this flutter in their hearts had first taken root.

Zhao Mengyao's fingertips slid slowly down the back of Lin Chen's neck, carrying a slight coolness from the alcohol, and stopped at his collar to tug gently, her fingertips unconsciously brushing against the edge of his collar.

The alcohol had already quietly gone to her head, causing her to shed all the coldness and reserve of a doctor. The emotions in her heart surged uncontrollably, and she actually dared to approach him and tease him so blatantly.

Her breath was laced with the faint scent of alcohol, her body slightly soft. Subconsciously, she leaned further into his embrace, her voice lowered to a whisper, soft and hazy, scratching at his heart like a feather: "Lin Chen, tell me honestly... did you want to hold me like this from the moment you first saw me at the hospital?"

She tilted her head on purpose, her eyes rippling with a seductive smile. The alcohol made her gaze appear even more languid, and it stripped away her usual reservations. As she spoke, she shook her head slightly, the ends of her hair brushing against his cheek, leaving a ticklish sensation.

"Otherwise, why do your eyes look like they're burning when you look at me?" Secretly, she felt a sense of delight. So, the way he looked at her was the same as how she looked at him—filled with an undeniable, hidden affection.

Lin Chen felt a bit dizzy from the mix of alcohol and perfume on her, and with the alcohol quietly going to his own head, his whole body burned, and his earlobes were red enough to drip blood.

His usual restraint and sense of propriety shattered completely under the influence of the alcohol. The affection he had suppressed for so long surged out like a flood, no longer able to be hidden.

His hand holding her waist tightened involuntarily, his fingertips unconsciously stroking her delicate waist repeatedly. His voice was hoarse, as if sanded down, carrying the bluntness of someone under the influence. He lowered his head slightly as he spoke, his forehead inadvertently brushing against hers: "Yes... I've wanted to get close to you ever since I first saw you today."

"You were so cold and distant at the hospital," "I didn't dare look too much, but you right now..." He paused, staring intently at her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing hard. The alcohol stripped away all his restraint. His other hand lifted unconsciously, fingertips gently grazing her flushed cheek. "You right now make me unable to stop myself from wanting to hide you away, to be seen by me alone."

There was only one thought in his heart. He had to seize her; regardless of whether it was Dr. Zhao at the hospital or the seductive version of her in this moment, he didn't want to let go.

Zhao Mengyao's cheeks flushed slightly at his bluntness. The alcohol allowed her to completely shed the reserve of a doctor; she felt no shyness, instead actively rubbing into his embrace. The alcohol made her bold and coquettish; words she wouldn't dare say and actions she wouldn't dare take on a normal day now felt perfectly natural. The joy and fluttering in her heart were slowly transmitted to him through their physical contact.

The softness of her chest pressed tightly against his chest, her fingertips tracing across his collarbone, leaving a cool trace. She deliberately pressed her fingertips into the hollow of his collarbone, her body swaying gently to the rhythm of the music, filled with the languor of alcohol: "Oh?" "For you alone to see?"

She leaned into his ear, her warm breath mixed with the scent of alcohol blowing against his lips. Her head tilted slightly to rest on his shoulder, her voice soft and alluring, carrying a hint of drunken coquettishness: "Then you'd better hold on tight. If I get snatched away by someone else, don't go crying."

She said it as a joke, but in her heart, she was waiting for his response, hoping he would say he wouldn't let her be snatched away by anyone else. Because, in reality, Lin Chen was the only one she had ever set her sights on. This was an intentional provocation.

How could Lin Chen not know? His body was now immune to all poisons, so alcohol was a piece of cake. Everything he was doing right now was a deliberate act. "Trying to toy with me? We'll see who ends up teasing who." He continued his charade.

Lin Chen's breathing turned chaotic in an instant. He looked down at her flushed lips, the affection in his eyes threatening to overflow. He reached out and gently pinched her chin, his tone firm and laced with possessiveness: "That day will never come."

His fingertips gently stroked her lips, his movements both gentle and ambiguous. "Whether it's Dr. Zhao, or you right now wearing the JK uniform, you are mine." "I don't just like you; I want to spoil you, hold you, and never let go for the rest of my life."

The smile in Zhao Mengyao's eyes melted completely, the alcohol making her features appear even more enchanting, and her boldness increased a few notches. The alcohol blurred her reason, and it made her stop hiding the feelings in her heart; she just wanted to get closer to him, tease him a little more, and see him lose control.

She reached out to hook her arms around his neck, her fingers gently winding through his collar, taking the initiative to close the distance between them until their lips were almost touching. Her body felt slightly soft, completely leaning into his embrace, her voice carrying a deadly seduction, along with a hint of drunken languor and haze: "So confident?"

Her fingertips gently stroked his Adam's apple, sliding back and forth. Watching his Adam's apple bob, her eyes were filled with playfulness, and her tone carried a bit more drunken boldness. Her other hand tapped his waist lightly, with a hint of coquettishness: "Then you should be more proactive; don't just talk, take action." "I've already delivered myself to your doorstep, and you still don't dare touch me?"