Abyss of Endless Confusion

Du Zhiye had just been cheated on, and in her sour mood, she invited a few of her girlfriends out to a bar to drown her sorrows.

After a few rounds, as the alcohol began to warm their cheeks, one of the girls beside her grew lovesick. “I can’t, I just can’t. Who is that guy? I want his WeChat.”

Du Zhiye gave a dismissive laugh, thinking her friends, like Feng Bing, had seen too little of the world—always starry-eyed at the sight of a decent-looking man.

She lazily lifted her eyelids, squinting in the direction her friend pointed. When she finally saw the man’s face clearly, Du Zhiye broke into a grin, licking her lips. “Don’t even think about it. This one’s mine.”

With that, she took her glass, swaying gracefully as she walked toward the man.

“Second Young Master, here alone?” Du Zhiye said, sitting down beside him, her alluring phoenix eyes brimming with charm as she gazed at him.

Tonight, she was dressed rather innocently—her hair long, straight, and black, her makeup light and subtle, not at all seductive.

But her natural beauty was undeniable. Known as a peerless beauty, even in simple attire, the glint in her eyes could ensnare a man’s soul, making him willingly surrender at her feet.

She blinked, her voice dripping with allure. “The night is long, and drinking is dull. Why not…”

The man cast her a cool glance. “Why not what?”

Du Zhiye licked her lips, a smile tugging at her mouth. Twisting in her chair, she let the canvas-clad tip of her foot graze his calf, her meaning unmistakable. “T