Call Me Brother

"Huh?" Luo Shiyi played dumb. "Little Uncle, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Shen Xiuyi steadied her posture but remained silent.

The two of them returned to the sofa. On the large screen in the private room, a live broadcast of the dancers downstairs was playing. Each of them had a seductive waist, clad in minimal fabric, exposing their shimmering slender torsos and legs, captivating the men's attention.

The others in the room had drunk quite a bit, and their conversations became increasingly uninhibited.

Luo Shiyi glanced at the screen for a moment but found it uninteresting. Instead, she focused on munching on the snacks.

However, the voices of the others kept drifting into her ears.

"The one on the far left, with the big chest and long legs—Zhou, are you interested?"

Zhou Wei swayed his wine glass, glancing over with disdain. "She's just average at best."

Someone beside him chuckled. "Zhou's standards are rising, huh?"

Zhou Wei got fired up. "I'm not exaggerating. Compared to what I've seen, she's nothing. Do you all remember Cris, the pole dancer from Imperial a while back?"

*Cris?*

Luo Shiyi's hand, which was reaching for more snacks, froze. She pricked up her ears to listen.

A young master in a white T-shirt sighed regretfully. "I've only heard rumors. They say that woman had an amazing figure. What a pity I wasn't in Nan City at the time, or I would've definitely taken her!"

"Get real," Zhou Wei scoffed. "You're just a superficial old lecher!"

He narrowed his eyes. "Back when Cris was at Imperial, she wasn't just adored by men—even more women were obsessed with her. Do you know why?"

The young master raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

These were all top-tier heirs. Wherever they went, they were surrounded by internet celebrities and young models. Those women might seem friendly on the surface, but behind the scenes, they were constantly scheming for resources. For a pole dancer like Cris to earn everyone's admiration was just too unbelievable.

Zhou Wei downed another glass of wine, his eyes glazed. "If you'd seen her dance, you'd understand. In every aspect… she was absolutely divine."

The young master chuckled. "So, Zhou, did you manage to get her?"

"Of course…"

Luo Shiyi frowned, the snack in her hand crumbling into powder.

Shen Xiuyi's gaze shot toward Zhou Wei, as if something dangerous was brewing.

Zhou Wei, completely oblivious to the danger, smacked his lips regretfully as he finished his sentence. "I didn't! I was just about to make my move when she disappeared. No one at Imperial knew where she went. What a shame…"

Zhou Wei licked his lips. "I'd love to taste someone like that. That waist, those legs—imagine how incredible it would feel to…"

*Splash!*

A glass of orange juice was thrown directly into Zhou Wei's face, instantly sobering him up.

Zhou Wei, furious, wiped his face and saw that the perpetrator was Luo Shiyi. His anger quickly dissipated. "Niece, what are you doing?"

Luo Shiyi blinked innocently. "Oh, I'm so sorry. My hand slipped."

Zhou Wei: ?

He didn't believe for a second that her hand could "slip" so precisely onto his face.

Seeing Luo Shiyi's calm expression, Zhou Wei turned to Shen Xiuyi with a pitiful look. "Brother Xiuyi, don't you think our niece is a bit rebellious?"

"Deal with it," Shen Xiuyi said, draining his glass of wine in one go. He looked up, his eyes deep and inscrutable. "Consider it a mouthwash."

Zhou Wei shivered, still whining. "When men drink together, isn't it all about talking about women? Brother Xiuyi, I know you're a man of integrity, but we're just ordinary guys. Wine and women are part of the deal…"

What was wrong with discussing those dancers? At Imperial, weren't they just there to sell themselves? Even Zhou Ying, a noble socialite, was enjoying the conversation.

Shen Xiuyi didn't respond. Instead, he stood up. "Jiayi, we've met everyone. Let's go."

Luo Shiyi obediently agreed and followed him out, ignoring Zhou Wei's attempts to stop them.

Once outside, Luo Shiyi was seething. She made a mental note to find someone to beat Zhou Wei into a sack sooner or later.

The pole dancer Cris had been her alias during her last mission. It was also during that mission that she had mistakenly drunk a spiked beverage and lost her innocence.

While she didn't care much about her so-called "innocence" and had even retaliated against the person who drugged her by finding a decent-looking "duck" to relieve herself while still conscious—it still infuriated her!

This was the first time in her many missions as the leader of Group Seven that she hadn't emerged unscathed.

Now, hearing these men comment on her, Luo Shiyi felt nothing but disgust.

She glanced at the tall figure walking ahead of her and thought, *At least he's different.*

Otherwise, she might not be able to restrain the overwhelming desire to lash out.

But soon, Luo Shiyi regretted her premature judgment.

After they got into the car, Luo Shiyi deliberately put some distance between herself and Shen Xiuyi. However, as the car jolted along the road, the distance between them gradually closed until Shen Xiuyi was almost entirely pressed against her.

Along with this came the strong scent of alcohol.

Shen Xiuyi had also had quite a bit to drink that night.

Helpless, Luo Shiyi shifted closer to the car door, pressing her body against it to create some space between them.

But before long, Shen Xiuyi was leaning against her again, his warm breath brushing against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Luo Shiyi: ???

*Is he doing this on purpose?*

*He's definitely doing this on purpose, right?*

Luo Shiyi tilted her head to observe him. His eyes were closed, and his lips were slightly downturned, making him look impossibly handsome. Without those deep, inscrutable eyes, his entire demeanor seemed much gentler, like a gender-swapped version of Sleeping Beauty.

Except this "beauty" was currently leaning all his weight on her, and a warm, large hand had unintentionally slipped past her neck to rest on her shoulder, rubbing it faintly.

Luo Shiyi slowly moved the unruly hand back to a more appropriate position. But after a while, the hand snaked around her back again, this time wrapping around her slender waist. The warmth of his palm burned through the fabric onto her skin.

Luo Shiyi pushed the hand away, but it stubbornly returned.

Finally, her patience wore thin.

*Confirmed. This jerk is definitely doing it on purpose!*

Luo Shiyi was tempted to smash the head of the man taking advantage of her, but after some consideration, she bit back her anger and gently but firmly pushed him away. "Little Uncle, you've had too much to drink."

But instead of moving, the man only tightened his embrace around her neck, his hoarse voice whispering in her ear. "What did you call me?"

Luo Shiyi gritted her teeth. "Lit-tle Un-cle!"

"You shouldn't call me Little Uncle," the man said, his voice low and raspy.

Luo Shiyi's heart skipped a beat, fearing he had discovered something. She turned to look at him, only to see his dazed expression as he played with a strand of her hair with his slender fingers.

She tried to keep her voice calm as she spoke slowly. "Then what should I call you?"

Shen Xiuyi's eyes were half-lidded, blurred with drunkenness.

His straight nose brushed against her soft jawline, his warm breath tickling her neck.

His thin lips parted, and his voice was unbearably seductive.

"Call me… *good brother*."