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"Ah, shit."

"Oh my God, this is beyond humiliating."

"Did he just wet himself? This is the most embarrassing thing ever, haha."

Everyone who witnessed the scene burst into laughter. Some people quickly stepped aside, worried the urine might splash onto them, gossiping and giggling as they moved away.

Even Stella, pinching her nose, skipped over to hide behind Long Zhan.

A grown man wetting himself in public? It was absolutely disgusting.

At the same time—

For the first time, Stella felt the raw power and speed emanating from Long Zhan up close. It was a masculine energy unique to a real man, coupled with his meticulous care and thoughtfulness in every action.

The overwhelming sense of security Stella felt compelled her to wrap her arms around Long Zhan's broad waist from behind.

Her eyes were filled with admiration, her entire being captivated by him.

Long Zhan, feeling the warmth and softness pressed against his back, decided the small punishment was sufficient. Forcing Evan, the short guy, to wet himself in front of dozens of people was already a "social death" that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

It was a punishment a hundred times more agonizing than simply beating him up.

There was no need to escalate things further and ruin Stella's carefully planned party.

So, Long Zhan loosened the iron grip around Evan's neck, letting the short man drop freely to the ground, landing in the puddle of urine he had created.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Evan, who thought he would suffocate to death, finally inhaled the sweet taste of air again. He lay on the ground, frantically gasping for breath, his body trembling uncontrollably, blending into the mess of urine beneath him.

Adding to the humiliation, Evan's frantic gasping, face down in the urine, made him look so revolting that the entire room erupted in laughter. It was more entertaining than any prank video they'd ever seen.

The room buzzed with laughter, attracting even those who had been outside to come in and see the commotion, including Brian.

After learning the general context of the situation—and seeing how Long Zhan handled things with precision, keeping the incident just below the level that would warrant calling the police—Brian and the newcomers couldn't help but laugh as well, watching Evan's humiliating display.

The more arrogant a person, the more they cared about their image, and Evan was exactly that type of person.

After experiencing the sheer terror of wetting himself in public and enduring the ridicule of everyone present—not to mention the nauseating stench of his own urine—Evan finally caught his breath. But in front of the crowd's mockery, his emotions completely collapsed.

He no longer cared about competing with Long Zhan for women. He didn't even dare utter a single harsh word before scrambling out of the house on all fours.

Evan climbed into his Lamborghini parked outside and sped away like a defeated stray dog.

His departure did nothing to dampen the party atmosphere. On the contrary, Evan's humiliating "social death" performance provided everyone with a shared topic of conversation, making the party even livelier.

Long Zhan's display of strength and his impeccable sense of restraint impressed every single woman at the party. They saw firsthand the excellence of a Marine, sparking fantasies of finding a partner who could provide such unwavering security.

As a result, Clay, Brian, and Cooper became the stars of the party, each surrounded by groups of three to five women. For them, it was an exhilarating experience.

The only one left somewhat unlucky was Long Zhan. Not only was he unable to flirt with anyone under Stella's watchful gaze, but he was also stuck cleaning up the mess under her playful yet enchanting glares.

The large puddle of urine Evan left behind, though mostly carried out with him, still needed to be properly cleaned up.

Fortunately, his efforts did not go unnoticed, and his rewards for the night were equally significant. Long Zhan emerged as the biggest winner of the evening.

The singles' party continued until midnight, during which Clay, Brian, and Cooper all found women to escort home—a mission that ensured they wouldn't be returning to the base that night.

As for Long Zhan, as Stella's self-proclaimed "priority guest" and the strongest laborer, it was only natural that she "invited" him to stay.

On the surface, it was to clean up the post-party mess in the house.

But beneath that guise lay deeper intentions.

By the time Long Zhan, Stella, her roommate Parveen, and Parveen's boyfriend finished tidying up, it was already 2 a.m.

"Stella, Long, it's getting late. We're heading to bed. Have a wonderful night."

Parveen left an ambiguous remark, pulling her boyfriend along as they headed to the bedroom.

"Good luck, buddy."

Parveen's bespectacled boyfriend—living proof of the saying that men with glasses are often the slyest—winked at Long Zhan before leaving.

"I'm all sweaty; I'm going to take a shower," Stella announced.

Her roommate's teasing had clearly flustered her, making her blush like a shy girl. Leaving those words, she rushed to her room.

Though she didn't explicitly invite Long Zhan to follow, she left her door open.

Long Zhan wasn't some naïve rookie when it came to women. He immediately understood the situation. Pouring two glasses of red wine, he casually walked into her room.

Stella's room, complete with its private bathroom, perfectly reflected her personality.

It wasn't decorated in a girlish pink theme, nor was it a display of opulent luxury.

Instead, it leaned toward a modern minimalist style—simple yet tasteful.

Long Zhan sat on her bed for a moment, testing its comfort, before moving to her desk.

The desk was filled with novels, indicating Stella's passion for reading, though none of it caught Long Zhan's attention.

Instead, the sound of running water from the nearby bathroom proved far more tempting. Any normal man would find it hard not to let his imagination wander.

However, Long Zhan had exceptional self-control. He remained composed, refraining from the restless antics of a young, impatient boy.

Like a seasoned hunter, he calmly waited for his "prey" to emerge.

After about ten minutes—

Stella finally stepped out of the bathroom. With her damp hair and a bathrobe wrapped around her, she looked like a modern-day rendition of the classic "beauty emerging from the bath" scene.

Seeing her dressed so casually, Long Zhan's lips curved into a radiant smile.

"Well, despite a little hiccup, I think tonight's party was a great success. You're undoubtedly the best organizer. I think this calls for a toast."

Long Zhan's honeyed words were accompanied by the glass of wine he had prepared, which he handed to her.

"You're so good at sweet-talking; you must be a playboy."

Though Stella feigned a complaint, her eyes betrayed her delight. She accepted the wine without hesitation, raising her glass in response.

*Clink.*

The two glasses met, and both drank their wine in one go.

Stella set down her glass and opened a drawer, taking out a necklace. Smiling, she said to Long Zhan, "I really loved this surprise. If you could help me put it on, I'd be even happier."

"Of course, it'd be my pleasure."

Long Zhan gladly accepted, stepping behind Stella as she faced the mirror. He gently fastened the necklace around her snow-white neck.

Looking at Stella's even more enchanting reflection in the mirror, Long Zhan didn't move away.

Instead, his hands began to slide slowly downward, guided by the mirror's reflection, inching toward her chest.

Seeing Long Zhan's actions, Stella's cheeks turned a rosy red, but she didn't move away.

Instead, she closed her eyes, surrendering herself entirely.