The wine was good, and the dishes were also good. Yang Feilong's smile never faded, letting people drink and eat as they pleased.
However, whenever Li Xiya tried to get a little intimate, Yang Feilong would smile and subtly refuse.
This made Li Xiya feel a deep sense of frustration.
Could it be that I have no appeal at all?
Or perhaps Yang Feilong isn't a man? Why could he remain so upright and proper when facing a mixed-race beauty like herself, refusing to cross any lines?
Hmph, I refuse to believe my charm can't win you over!
Her eyes shifted slightly.
"Feilong, am I beautiful?" Li Xiya rested her chin on her hand, gazing at Yang Feilong, her lips parting slightly as she asked in a gentle voice.
A blush graced her face, making her look like a drunken beauty.
Combined with her man-slaying red lips and the alluring curve of her exposed neck, her charm was overwhelming.
"Beautiful," Yang Feilong replied without hesitation, with a smile.
"Then why do you ignore my affections?" Li Xiya pouted, her voice filled with a hint of grievance.
It had to be said that when a sexy woman made such a gesture, it could evoke an immediate urge to commit a transgression. Any other man would likely be unable to remain unmoved at this moment.
Yang Feilong was naturally unable to remain unmoved; he even swallowed involuntarily, strongly desiring to pounce on her and ravage her.
But his reason suppressed the impulse.
There were too many fish in his pond already, and he couldn't add any more. Moreover, Li Yufei trusted him. She had only just hired someone as gorgeous, curvaceous, and capable as Li Xiya to be his assistant, and he couldn't betray that trust.
While a mixed-race beauty was appealing, he and Li Xiya were merely colleagues, in a superior-subordinate relationship. His romantic partner was Li Yufei, and it was Li Yufei he cared about.
Therefore, he could not allow himself to get involved with Li Xiya. He truly didn't know how he would face Li Yufei if he did.
So, Yang Feilong silently recited the "Pure Heart Mantra," and the fiery impulse that arose in his heart gradually subsided. His intelligent and calm reasoning reasserted control.
Seeing Yang Feilong, who had seemed on the verge of losing his mind and pouncing like a wild beast, suddenly regain his clarity, Li Xiya was quite speechless, and a hint of astonishment flickered in the depths of her eyes.
"I'm truly sorry, but I have a girlfriend," Yang Feilong said with a clear gaze and a light chuckle. "I can't be unfaithful to them."
"She... they? You have many girlfriends?" Li Xiya's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes!" Yang Feilong nodded with a smile.
"Since you have many girlfriends, why are you unwilling to take one more?" Li Xiya said with a plaintive tone.
"Because I've already said this too many times, and I don't want any more!" Yang Feilong stated earnestly. "My heart doesn't have that many segments."
Li Xiya: "..."
She cursed him inwardly as a scumbag, but one who was so refreshingly unsophisticated. Was she not beautiful enough? Not sexy enough? Or not capable enough?
"I really, really like you! Why won't you give me a chance?" Li Xiya looked at Yang Feilong with disappointment.
at this moment, she resembled a fallen fairy, evoking pity and a desire to protect.
Yang Feilong gritted his teeth. This woman was using tactics again.
Wasn't this a test of his willpower?
"You are excellent, and beautiful. I appreciate your beauty and your capabilities. But I'm sorry, I'm not a casual person," Yang Feilong said seriously.
"I'm not a casual person either. I've never even held a man's hand before. My first time is still," Li Xiya said, her eyes welling up with tears, looking pitiful.
Yang Feilong: "..."
He wouldn't believe her if she told him that. She was so skilled at using these alluring tactics. He might believe her about it being her first time, but that she'd never even held a man's hand? He found that a million times unbelievable. Of course, a friendly handshake didn't count as "holding hands"; holding hands implied a certain purpose.
As for the tears in Li Xiya's eyes, though she looked incredibly sad, she had just witnessed a masterful performance by Ouyang Yixue that morning, so he was somewhat immune.
"Ahem, well, we've had our drinks and our food. It's getting late. Let's call it a day!" Yang Feilong checked the time. Unbeknownst to him, they had been eating for an hour and a half. He chuckled lightly and prepared to leave.
Hearing Yang Feilong's words, Li Xiya's astonishment was almost visible on her face, and she was furious in her heart. This boorish fellow was completely disregarding her charm!
However, she didn't show her anger. After a brief moment of stiffness, a strained smile returned to her face, and she pleaded, "Can we wait until after we've had the cake before we leave? Please?"
"This... alright!" Yang Feilong hesitated slightly but didn't refuse.
After all, it was just a cake; eating one piece wouldn't hurt.
The cake was delicious, but Yang Feilong's mind was made up. Although Li Xiya continued to flirt with him, it was useless. He kept silently reciting the Pure Heart Mantra, and no amount of temptation could make him lose his reason.
Li Xiya ate the delicious cake, but it tasted bland to her.
Facing Yang Feilong, she felt a sense of helplessness and frustration.
"Let's go!" Yang Feilong stood up with a smile. He had decided that no matter what excuse Li Xiya came up with, he would not stay any longer.
He felt that the Pure Heart Mantra was barely suppressing his inner fire, and he worried that if he stayed any longer, he might impulsively "consume" Li Xiya.
This woman was like a siren.
Furthermore, he suspected that the wine, the food, and even the cake contained something akin to aphrodisiacs.
This made Yang Feilong mutter to himself, "This woman wouldn't have drugged me to get me, would she? No, I need to go back quickly, or my innocence will be taken by this woman today! If that happens, who knows if Li Yufei will break up with me in anger."
This was precisely what Yang Feilong had worried about before: his pond was already full, and adding more fish would cause them to jump out.
"Let's go!" Li Xiya sighed softly.
Her voice was filled with a boundless sense of melancholy, making Yang Feilong feel a pang of guilt for being too harsh. But the thought vanished instantly.
He couldn't be soft-hearted, or this woman would succeed!
Yang Feilong inwardly marveled that if he hadn't been taught a lesson by Ouyang Yixue that morning, he might not have been able to withstand Li Xiya's relentless onslaught tonight. She was a perfect woman who understood romance, possessed elegance, and was refined and sexy.
Resisting her advances was incredibly, incredibly difficult!
Yang Feilong thought that if he didn't have the almost bug-like Pure Heart Mantra, he might have truly fallen under the allure of her elegant dress and become a true "simp."
He had used the Pure Heart Mantra many times. The only time it had failed was with his sister, Yang Qingqing. Later, he learned that his sister had the Taiyin physique, which exerted such a strong attraction on him that the Pure Heart Mantra had lost its effect.