Intimacy

Around eleven o'clock at night, the darkness was thick, and neon lights flickered. Yuxixi stood quietly in front of the wardrobe, her fingertips resting on her chin. It was a habitual gesture of hers when she was deep in thought, a bit playful like a young girl, yet with a touch of mature allure, exuding a lazy elegance. Fifty minutes had passed, and she still hadn't picked out an outfit for tomorrow's gathering. The latest top-notch fashion items from the current season's fashion week, countless new styles not yet available in Europe and America, lay quietly in the spacious wardrobe. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet - every color imaginable, every style imaginable. Her delicate fingertips glided over the racks of clothes, finally coming to a stop—a light pink suit, ultra-short, revealing shoulders and legs, sensual, fashionable, yet extremely provocative. Yuxixi raised an eyebrow. The tag on the collar was still intact, with a price starting in the high five figures. She took the clothes out, humming a tune as she absentmindedly picked up a pair of scissors. At that moment, her phone rang, filling the air with heavy Euro-American metal music, loud, ostentatious, stimulating the nerves. She glanced at the caller ID: Han Shifei. Han Shifei was one of the Four Young Masters of Cloud City, generous and extravagant, genuinely wealthy yet also a genuine spendthrift. Handsome and from a well-off family, he was quite popular among the socialites in the circle. He and Yuxixi were in the same supercar club, considering each other friends. After hesitating for a few seconds between answering and not answering, Yuxixi slid to answer. A magnetic voice came through, "Xixi, what are you doing?" The address was overly intimate, causing Yuxixi to furrow her brows as she lifted the scissors to cut the tag. "Watching TV with my mom." "Your parents are in the Maldives." Yuxixi was speechless, rolling her eyes. "Taking a walk with my sister." "Your sister and my dad are both in Tokyo for a meeting." She felt annoyed, pursing her lips. With an unsteady hand, the scissors accidentally sliced a slit in the neckline of the suit. Exhaling slowly, she smiled, her voice lowering a few notches, "If you have something to say, just say it, Master Han." He chuckled, asking, "Are you going to Ching later?" Ching was the most upscale nightclub in Cloud City, frequented by the rich and famous, a place for revelry and one-night stands. Yuxixi wasn't particularly interested and let out a yawn. "I'm tired today, don't feel like going out." "After midnight, it's my birthday, and the venue is all set up. Give me face, will you?" Birthday? She tapped her chin with her fingertip, furrowing her brows slightly. After a moment, she grabbed a white dress from the wardrobe. "OK. After cake, I'm out." "No problem." Young Master Han had been pursuing her for two months straight, relentless in his pursuit, becoming the talk of the town more than once. Unfortunately, Yuxixi wasn't interested—aside from other reasons, Han Shifei's face didn't suit her taste. Fair skin, handsome, akin to a Korean flower boy. Yuxixi preferred a more masculine style. She hung up and began changing clothes, applying makeup. Before leaving, she glanced at the mirror, where a woman with fair skin and exquisite features stood, flawless. With a slender waist, perky buttocks, and a short skirt revealing long, milky-white legs, she was stunning at first sight. She pursed her lips, applying the exotic red lipstick evenly, stepping into high heels, and grabbing the car keys. The Yuxi Mansion was massive, adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding an air of unparalleled luxury. Humming a tune, Yuxixi descended the spiral staircase, casually throwing a sentence to the butler as she passed by the villa's gate, "Uncle Wei, there's a ruined dress in the bedroom, just dispose of it." The middle-aged man didn't even raise an eyebrow, respectful. "Yes, Miss Yuxi." The sky was heavy with clouds tonight, obscuring the stars and moon. A Ferrari adorned with diamonds emerged from the garage, speeding away. Outside the car window, the myriad lights of the city intersected, streetlights forming streaks of light rapidly retreating. In Cloud City, there was no one richer or more naturally beautiful than Yuxixi, nor was there a richer natural beauty than Yuxixi. She was a second-generation rich, her family in the perfume business, her father a well-known tycoon in Cloud City's business world. Like most idle rich second-generation individuals, she had no formal occupation, leading a simple yet dull life; eating, drinking, playing, spending money recklessly, buying endlessly. Music blared inside the car, the most explosive Euro-American new songs, heavy drum beats, and the low, husky voice of a male singer. Yuxixi hummed along absentmindedly, her slender fingers gripping the steering wheel, adorned with manicured nails painted in a vibrant red, a bit seductive. In a moment, the red light turned green, and she puffed out her cheeks. The music blared at the deafening maximum volume. She stepped on the gas, and the Ferrari tore through the night like lightning. Yuxixi was having a bit of bad luck today. Near Jiuzhou Avenue, the road was blocked. She frowned impatiently, lowering the car window to look up, squinting—under the dark night, Jiuzhou Avenue seemed to have turned into an outdoor luxury car show, with seven or eight supercars parked in the middle of the road, blocking half of the road. Eye-catching, flashy, showing off. Yuxixi raised an eyebrow, picking up her phone and scrolling through her contacts. Just then, Han Shifei's call came through again. She answered, "Hello." Young Master Han's voice came through, his demeanor no longer as suave as before, sounding irritable, "Damn it, a damn Jeep scratched my car. We're all here on Jiuzhou Avenue. You..." Yuxixi observed the scene lazily, interrupting, "I see." Han Shifei said, "That bastard is surrounded by us. Come out of your car and join us." "Oh." As luxury cars surrounded the area, Yuxixi felt no surprise—given the reputation and status of the Han family in Cloud City, whatever Han Shifei did wouldn't be considered excessive. The diamond-studded Ferrari pulled over. Yuxixi stepped out of the car, lifting her eyes. Several fashionable young men and women had gathered on the roadside. She walked over leisurely, scanning the crowd. Most of them were familiar faces, either from the supercar club or from formal banquets and dances, some were close acquaintances, while others were mere acquaintances. Someone greeted her, "Xixi, you're here." All eyes turned towards her, instantly captivated. With high heels accentuating her slender calves and a slim waist, her chest was ample, her neck and arms exposed in the air, her skin as fair as snow, alluring, sensual, yet not a bit vulgar. A beautiful woman nearby pulled out a cigarette and offered it to her. Yuxixi waved it off, taking out a lollipop from her bag, unwrapping it and putting it in her mouth casually. "Anyone care to explain what's going on here?" "A Jeep scratched Han Shao's Lamborghini he just got last month and didn't even get out of the car to apologize. Han Shao is about to lose it." "Do you think the guy in the Jeep is scared silly? We've been blocking him for so long, acting all high and mighty. Isn't this a bit too much?" Chatter filled the air, and Yuxixi quickly grasped the situation. She remained expressionless, "The Jeep scratched Han Shao's car?" Someone who seemed to know the whole story cleared their throat and whispered, "Actually, it's Han Shao's fault for the accident..." Yuxixi sneered and rolled her eyes. Another person spoke up, "You can't say that. Who is Han Shao? It doesn't matter whose fault it is. Even the traffic police let Han Shao off, and the people in the Jeep didn't bother to apologize after all this time. Do we need Han Shao to go and apologize to them?" Yuxixi sighed quietly, not saying anything, quietly watching the spectacle. Lazily scanning the area, she indeed saw a variety of sports cars forming a wall, with a black Jeep in the center. In the background of the night, surrounded by various sports cars, the Jeep seemed inconspicuous, yet exuded a somewhat inexplicable coldness. Quiet, silent, blending into the night like a lurking beast. She pursed her lips, finding it somewhat interesting. Han Shifei stood on the side of the street, his brows furrowed, the collar of his high-end suit loosened, with four or five cigarette butts on the ground. His assistant ran over, sweating profusely, a look of distress on his face. "Young Master, that guy in the Jeep is unyielding. He won't get out of the car or apologize. What should we do?" "Damn it!" Han Shifei cursed fiercely, gritting his teeth. "Go, smash the windshield for me." The assistant nodded, rolling up his sleeves as he walked towards the black Jeep. A tall and burly man, towering over six feet, he stepped onto the hood with a loud "bang." He licked his lips, then kicked the windshield with all his might. No response. The assistant froze. Yuxixi, who had found the situation amusing, raised her eyebrows. Laughter erupted from the crowd, teasing and mocking, "Assistant Yang, haven't you eaten tonight? Can't even break a windshield." Assistant Yang lost face, gritting his teeth. He mustered all his strength and kicked the windshield again, with each blow fierce and heavy. However, after a moment, the glass remained intact, not even a crack visible. Yuxixi, who had found it amusing, now furrowed her brows—had the Jeep been modified? Bulletproof glass? She squinted, took the lollipop out of her mouth, and was about to speak when Han Shifei exploded in anger again, picking up a steel rod and heading towards the Jeep, cursing the assistant, "Useless! Get out of my way!" Just then, however, two beams of light came from a distance. Han Shifei was dazzled by the strong light, raising his hand to shield his eyes. When he looked again, his face changed drastically—several cars were coming from all directions, all heavy-duty military Jeeps. The crowd panicked. In less than a moment, the military Jeeps surrounded them, their solemn dark green contrasting against the deep black of the night, creating a magnificent sight. Yuxixi's heart sank as she realized—they had probably provoked someone they shouldn't have. At this moment, the door of the black Jeep finally opened. She turned her head instinctively, and in an instant, her entire field of vision was occupied by a tall, slender figure. He was extremely tall, with a rugged, clean-cut body, broad shoulders, and what seemed to be streamlined biceps visible. His long legs were as slender as poplar trees. Yuxixi's gaze moved upward. The man's skin was dark, devoid of any pampered creamy texture, with sharp contours. His features were distinct, but the most striking aspect was his eyes, deep and cold with jet-black irises. His lips were thin, giving off a serious yet extremely handsome air. He casually inserted one hand into his pocket, while the other toyed with a metal lighter, his movements relaxed, revealing no trace of frivolity. Two beams of light lingered on her face, staring for a long time, before he curved his lips slightly, a hint of playfulness emerging from the corners of his stern eyes and brows. Yuxixi remained silent, meeting his gaze. The man's tall figure leaned slightly forward, drawing closer to her, his eyes sweeping over the strapless neckline of her dress, then looking up at her small face—fair, delicate, feigning calmness. He asked, "What are you doing here?" A masculine scent wafted over, heavy and intense with male hormones. Yuxixi's palms were sweaty, but she maintained her composure on her face. "...Passing by." To find such a glamorous encounter under such circumstances, she truly, was having a hell of a day.