Desire! This Romance Is Overflowing with Ambiguous Atmosphere! So Sweet! - Chapter 15

The butterfly nearly plunged into the abyss.

By chance, a deity passed by, scooped it up, and released it back into the wilderness.

Wen Shiwu had yet to recover from the shock.

Yet, the cool, woody scent of bergamot and Yu Zheng’s scorching body temperature seeped into her senses from every direction.

Under the camera’s lens, two figures were entangled in an overwhelmingly intimate embrace.

Yu Zheng held Wen Shiwu tightly against his chest, his well-defined fingers gripping her slender, delicate waist.

In her panic, Wen Shiwu had grabbed onto Yu Zheng’s collar, accidentally pulling it down and exposing a glimpse of his coldly alluring chest!

Everyone, both inside and outside the live stream, was stunned.

For a moment, no one knew whether to worry about Wen Shiwu first or scream wildly at the provocative scene.

“Holy crap! Another masterpiece for the ages!”

“Ahhh, help! Why do these two always radiate such scorching chemistry whenever they share the screen?”

“Is this scripted? It can’t be scripted, right?”

“The veins on Yu Zheng’s hand are driving me wild! Their height difference and sexual tension are absolutely unreal, who else gets it?”

“Wen Shiwu, the ultimate pinnacle of fangirling! Wen Shiwu has once again fulfilled my wildest dreams!”

The live chat erupted into a frenzy of excitement.

Coupled with the fact that Yu Zheng’s fans had already come to terms with Wen Shiwu, and the two had answered questions about each other to pass the assessment and meet in such a scenario, it inexplicably created a sense of destined, mutual pursuit!

Wen Shiwu gradually regained her composure.

Her heart pounded uncontrollably in her chest, and the cold sweat on her back hadn’t yet subsided. When she lifted her gaze, she met Yu Zheng’s downturned, peach-blossom eyes.

It was the same awkward predicament, the same disheveled state as last time.

She had fallen into Yu Zheng’s arms once again.

Wen Shiwu’s breathing grew even more erratic, unsure whether it was from the scare or his close proximity.

Her thoughts were finally reeled back by a cool, seductive voice.

She heard Yu Zheng’s words, spoken almost against her ear: “Ms. Wen.”

Wen Shiwu hastily released her grip.

The collar of his shirt, which she had tugged, retracted slightly but still hung loosely below Yu Zheng’s collarbone.

He asked softly, “Scared?”

The audience erupted into wild screams once more.

Even Lin Xingyou in the observation room felt like going crazy: “Ahhh, so sweet! This scene is just too sweet!”

Meanwhile, Jiang Ran simply wanted to facepalm, thinking to himself, This guy really has no sense of restraint.

Luo Xuan, on the other hand, couldn’t bear to watch, completely baffled by what Yu Zheng was trying to pull off this time.

Shi Ke was equally bewildered.

What had just happened was purely accidental, a mishap caused by the special effects and equipment teams.

Yet, unexpectedly, it had led to such an iconic moment!

But the person involved was terrified.

Wen Shiwu never intended to fall into Yu Zheng’s arms; she had come specifically to clarify the rumors between them!

Fearing further misunderstandings, she hurriedly withdrew from his embrace: “Thank you, Mr. Yu. I was out of line. S-sorry.”

Yu Zheng felt the warmth in his palm vanish instantly.

The sweet orange fragrance that clung to her hadn’t even had time for him to savor before it was ruthlessly ripped from his senses.

It seemed as though everything had returned to normal, yet only his heartbeat skipped a beat.

Yu Zheng let out a soft, barely audible click of his tongue.

Its meaning was indecipherable.

Fortunately, Shi Ke, the culprit behind the incident, stepped in to defuse the tension: “Ahem! My apologies, you two. That was just an accident…”

Yu Zheng gently rubbed his palm with his thumb before withdrawing his hand.

He casually glanced at Wen Shiwu’s ankle, then leisurely averted his gaze.

Shi Ke’s voice sounded again: “First, congratulations to both of you for passing the preliminary questionnaire test. This means you will officially enter the variety show and face greater challenges.”

“Now, here is your mission card.”

The production assistant immediately brought over the card.

Both Yu Zheng and Wen Shiwu reached out to take it, their fingertips accidentally brushing against each other at the edge of the card.

In that instant.

Wen Shiwu felt as if an electric current had shot through her heart. She hastily withdrew her hand, turned her face away, her eyes darting nervously.

The live stream audience was in stitches.

“Hahahahaha our girl’s face is screaming ‘I’m so scared,’ terrified the rumors will get even wilder.”

“You can tell she’s trying really hard to clear things up. She was so excited answering questions earlier, but now that her idol is standing right in front of her, she doesn’t even dare look at him.”

“It’s strange though. Even though nothing’s going on between them, I always feel like there’s an invisible red thread connecting them.”

“Right, right! Even when they keep their distance, the tension is off the charts! I just want to jump through the screen and close the air barrier between them, who understands!!!”

The audience was picking up on some unusual chemistry.

Although everyone knew they were just having fun, and Yu Zheng and Wen Shiwu were most likely completely innocent.

In the end, it was Yu Zheng who took the mission card: “Fate is written in the stars. Please each choose two lucky numbers between 1-20 and 1-6 respectively. Write them down, then proceed to the next mission location with the card.”

The mission sounded rather ordinary.

Wen Shiwu muttered under her breath: “Is it really that simple? I feel like Dung Beetle definitely has something up his sleeve…”

Yu Zheng slowly turned his gaze toward her.

He said meaningfully: “Dung Beetle?”

Shi Ke, male, Dung Beetle.

Yu Zheng raised an eyebrow with a smile: “Good name.”

Shi Ke fell silent.

Shi Ke was raging helplessly in front of the monitor.

Yu Zheng handed over the mission card, looking down at her through lowered lashes: “Ms. Wen, would you like to choose first?”

Wen Shiwu didn’t hesitate: “I like 15.”

Shiwu, fifteen.

Since the selection range was as wide as 1-20, she would definitely choose the number 15.

Otherwise, normally she would choose…

Yu Zheng: “I choose 5.”

He took the pen clipped to the card by the production assistant and wrote down the two numbers respectively.

Wen Shiwu couldn’t help feeling surprised.

Thinking to herself that his lucky number was actually the same as hers.

The production assistant guided them: “Just take the card with the written numbers to the studio over there.”

Yu Zheng nodded slightly.

Wen Shiwu smiled sweetly at the production assistant, her two beautiful dimples utterly captivating:

“Thank you~”

Yu Zheng couldn’t help but lower his gaze toward her.

Feeling somewhat displeased.

How could she smile so sweetly at others, yet always seem to want to keep three yards away from him?