**"This particular lesson requires the personal guidance of your other master—me."** Long Yubei's dark eyes gleamed as he gently lifted her chin with his fingers. **"I intend to explore every possible position with you, and once we've mastered them all, we shall pioneer new ones together—all in the name of advancing the grand cause of marital bliss. What say you?"**
**"Only you could make such shameless words sound so refined."**
A smirk curled his lips as he cradled the back of her head, sealing her mouth in a fierce kiss.
***
No sooner had Long Fenxi returned home than she received an invitation to her high school reunion.
She had little interest in such meaningless gatherings—years had passed, and the bonds between them had long since frayed. Even the few names she could recall belonged to people she barely spoke to anymore.
Yet the moment she declined, someone couldn't resist prodding: *"Fenxi, are you avoiding this because of Shen Congmo?"*
She fired back with a voice message: *"Why on earth would I avoid him?"*
The group erupted into teasing, dredging up memories of their long-past romance. Fenxi was stunned—how had they not moved on from something that happened centuries ago?
Provoked, she finally agreed to attend.
Almost immediately, regret set in.
Still, she dressed carefully and made her way to the venue.
She was the last to arrive.
When she pushed open the private room's door, the lively chatter inside froze mid-air.
*"Long Fenxi's here!"*
*"Goodness, you've only grown more stunning! Come, sit with us, beauty."*
*"..."*
The dim lighting cast shadows across the room, but her gaze instantly found *him*—the man who always commanded attention without trying.
Fenxi glanced away and took a seat as far from Shen Congmo as possible.
Surveying her vastly changed former classmates, her regret deepened.
*Why did I come?*
She couldn't fathom what possessed her to watch these middle-aged strangers—now paunchy and greying—reminisce over a past that no longer connected them.
When toasts were raised, she reluctantly drank a few glasses under peer pressure before firmly refusing further offers.
*"Little Fenxi's temper hasn't softened a bit, has it?"* A balding man with a beer belly sidled up beside her. *"Remember me?"*
*"No."*
*"I sat behind you in class."*
*"Still no."*
*"Zhou Wentong."*
She shrugged. *"No impression."*
Zhou's face stiffened with embarrassment. *"Who *do* you remember, then?"*
*"Don't call me 'little Fenxi.' I only have one brother."*
*"..."*
That brief exchange left Zhou seething. In his eyes, she had dismissed him entirely.
Back in school, Long Fenxi had been unforgettable—gorgeous, wealthy, and fiery-tempered.
Precisely the kind of woman far beyond his reach.
He'd fantasized countless times: *One night with her would be worth dying for.*
But dreams required courage he lacked.
When he heard she was attending, his excitement bordered on euphoria.
Tonight, he vowed, *something* would happen.
*"Come on, it's been years! One drink—for old times' sake, alright?"*
Annoyed, Fenxi clinked glasses with him and took a perfunctory sip before he finally retreated.
Yet as she set down her cup, she felt the weight of another's gaze.
Her eyes lifted—and met Shen Congmo's.