Officer Ji, are you really up to the task or not?

A spark of desire flared in the man's eyes. When he spoke again, his expression was no longer clear and composed.

"Ms. Wen, are you using the lingerie seduction trick again?"

Wen Shuang sauntered over, graceful and alluring. By the sea, at night, floor-to-ceiling windows, the lighting half-dim, half-bright—she didn't believe Ji Shen could keep his composure.

"Officer Ji, the night is long. Why not enjoy yourself a little?"

Her slender fingertips traced the droplets still clinging to his chest.

"I've learned so many new things today. Officer Ji, aren't you going to let me show them off?"

Ji Shen wanted nothing more than to press Wen Shuang down on the bed, to make sure she couldn't even cry out by the end of the night.

He stared at her, burning hot, for a long moment.

That night, he'd drawn dare in their game—kiss Wen Shuang passionately for five minutes. He kissed until his eyes blurred, and when he opened them at last, Wen Shuang was still lost in the moment, tenderness flowing like water.

But looking at Wen Shuang, it was as if he saw Jiang Ning by proxy.

...

In the end, Ji Shen draped a coat over Wen Shuang's shoulders. "It's cold at night, Ms. Wen. Don't catch a chill wearing so little."

Wen Shuang was stunned.

She wasn't blind; she could see Ji Shen was already aroused. Why was he still restraining himself, refusing to touch her?

She suddenly found herself unable to understand this Ji Shen who had returned. He stood up for her in every way, made decisions for her, but no longer showed that wolfish wildness in his gaze.

Wen Shuang went to the bathroom and messaged Tang Yan.

Tang Yan: "Got Officer Ji settled?"

Wen Shuang: "No! I'm starting to doubt my own charm!"

Tang Yan: "What?! Still nothing? Officer Ji must have some unspeakable condition, right? You've got the battle attire, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sea view, all the right timing and place—why isn't he doing anything? Either he's impotent or he's lost his mind!"

Wen Shuang replied, agreeing it made sense.

She took a shower and lay in bed.

She'd already taken the initiative so many times, yet Ji Shen remained unmoved. Wen Shuang had some pride; this time, she quietly wrapped herself in the blanket and moved to the far edge of the bed, deliberately keeping her distance.

Unexpectedly, a pair of large hands slipped under the covers and the next moment, pulled her tightly into his arms.

The comforting scent of the man filled her nose.

Wen Shuang stayed silent under the covers.

This was, in fact, the first time they had ever shared a bed.

She had imagined the night would be passionate, even prepared herself for sleeplessness, and had studied various little films for inspiration!

But in the end, Ji Shen only kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Wen Shuang bit her blanket in frustration.

Officer Ji must be incapable!

Ji Shen seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. He kissed her smooth forehead several more times.

"Goodnight, Ms. Wen," he murmured, his deep voice tinged with laughter.

...

Wen Shuang spent the entire night in Ji Shen's arms. She thought she'd sleep poorly, but unexpectedly, she slept soundly and felt incredibly safe.

In the morning, large hands caressed her smooth, soft back, again and again.

Wen Shuang, half-asleep, let out a few soft whimpers. "Stop..."

The hands only grew more persistent.

Annoyed, Wen Shuang tossed the hand aside and, wrapped in the blanket, turned her back to him, determined to keep sleeping.

But the hand wouldn't let her go, tracing down her back, lower and lower.

She was suddenly scorched by his touch!

Irritated, she instinctively kicked out—

Her delicate ankle was instantly caught.

"Ms. Wen, are you trying to make me infertile first thing in the morning?"

Wen Shuang woke up abruptly.

"You bastard!"

No sooner had she spoken than Ji Shen rolled over and sealed her lips with his.

After a long, lingering kiss, Ji Shen got up, smiling, "Good morning, Ms. Wen."

Wen Shuang was left weak all over. "...I'm not good at all!"

She muttered, still wanting to sleep.

"Is it because I didn't satisfy you last night, Ms. Wen, that you're unhappy?"

Ji Shen remembered well—she hadn't slept steadily, constantly burrowing into his embrace, wriggling closer and closer, nearly making him lose control and take her right then.

Wen Shuang snorted softly and got up.

"I am not!"

Ji Shen seemed sometimes potent, sometimes not. Wen Shuang couldn't figure him out.

She decided to get up, brush her teeth, wash her face, and change clothes.

When she went out for breakfast, Chu Chu and Zoe were radiant, clearly having been thoroughly pampered by their respective men overnight.

"Shuang, did you and Officer Ji... you know, last night?"

Wen Shuang took a bite of bread. "No."

Zoe slapped the table. "Still nothing? Officer Ji really can't?"

She herself had been nearly driven crazy by Yu Tian last night.

Chu Chu, too, wore a sweet, satisfied look.

But when Ji Shen approached, they didn't dare ask further.

After breakfast, Yu Tian and Zhou Fang left with their girlfriends due to other commitments.

Ji Shen accompanied Wen Shuang for a walk on the beach.

Today, she wore a pale green short dress, pure and fresh.

She bent down from time to time to pick up shells, listening to them pressed against her ear.

She said she’d seen heroines do this in TV dramas as a child, claiming there was the sound of the sea inside.

"That's all just TV nonsense, meant to fool naive girls," Ji Shen scoffed, arms crossed, clearly skeptical.

But Wen Shuang listened intently, as if she truly believed. "But there really is a sound inside!"

Seeing her so earnest, Ji Shen hesitated for a moment before leaning in to listen.

Inside—there was nothing!

Wen Shuang burst out laughing. "Ha! Officer Ji, I tricked you! You say you don't believe, but your body betrayed you!"

Ji Shen shook his head. "You've got me there."

He'd fallen for her charms after all.

The beach was filled with couples, fingers entwined.

Some men were snapping photos for their girlfriends, so Ji Shen pulled out his phone. "Come on, stand over there. I'll take your picture."

He remembered Wen Shuang's social feed from six months ago—all filled with refined photos taken by him or selfies. Now, there were hardly any.

Wen Shuang didn't hesitate, stepping forward confidently.

She and Tang Yan often took photos, so she knew plenty of poses: peace signs, sweet smiles, sultry looks, or fresh, innocent charm.

Even someone with poor skills would get stunning results.

"Not bad. Ms. Wen, your face is flawless from every angle," Ji Shen praised after snapping a few shots.

Wen Shuang, like a little bird, darted over to look. "Oh! Officer Ji, you made me look like a fifty-five out of a hundred! Your skills are lacking!"

"I think it looks good," Ji Shen replied, raising an eyebrow. He then deleted all the photos showing off her figure. "No posting revealing pictures on your feed."

Wen Shuang protested. "What?"

"You really need to work on your skills, Officer Ji."

"Oh? My skills aren't good?" Ji Shen’s brows arched dangerously. "Next time, I'll let you experience my real skills."