Desperate hunger makes one indiscriminate, and a man driven by primal urges certainly isn't picky about women. The nouveau riche before me was decked out in designer labels, exuding wealth and arrogance, his breath already tinged with alcohol. He nudged a brand-new LV handbag beside him and casually slapped a stack of crisp banknotes against his palm. "Little girl, take good care of me, and you won’t be shortchanged," he said with a smirk.

The petite girl in his arms was dressed in garish red and green, topped with an absurdly gaudy golden wig—her taste was nothing short of horrifying. But what did beauty care for taste? Her face was porcelain-pale, unnervingly youthful, like a wild creature from the rainforest, rubbing against him with practiced seduction. Her voice dripped with saccharine sweetness, "Brother Yang... Brother Yang..."

How could a man like "Brother Yang" resist such teasing? His heart itched with impatience. Wrapping his large hands around her, he leaned in for a kiss. But the girl deftly turned her face away, her cherry-red lips exhaling a sweet breath as she pressed a delicate hand against his chest. "Brother Yang... why don’t you take a shower first? I’ll wait for you... hurry back, okay?"

Brother Yang dashed into the bathroom. The moment the sound of rushing water filled the air, the girl swiftly grabbed her phone, sent a text, then deleted it just as quickly. She haphazardly adjusted her wig, tucked the phone back into place, and glanced around nervously, pulling the wig even lower over her forehead. Her heart pounded like a drum.

Just then, the bathroom door swung open. Unable to contain himself, Brother Yang had rushed through his shower and now emerged, bellowing, "Sweetheart... my little darling, here I come..."

Cornered, the girl blushed but flashed a sly smile. "Brother Yang, close your eyes..."

"Why should I close my eyes?"

She stamped her foot, coquettish as a blooming flower. "Just close them, silly... I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" Brother Yang’s gaze locked onto her slender legs, barefoot on the plush carpet—so tempting he could almost taste them.

"You know how it is... Brother Yang, just close them, please?"

She didn’t even need to try hard. A slight sway of her hips, a pout of her lips, and her rosy cheeks glowed like freshly bloomed petals, soft and radiant. Even a seasoned player like Brother Yang couldn’t help but surrender, his mind racing with fantasies as he obediently shut his eyes, waiting for the girl to approach step by step, already imagining the "surprise" that would send his blood boiling...

The room was brightly lit, and the man’s physique wasn’t bad—six-pack abs, toned but not brutish. If not for the desperate hunger in his expression, he might have been considered quite dashing. But now, he stretched out his arms impatiently, welcoming the girl’s slow approach, his mind buzzing with anticipation: What kind of game was this little vixen playing?

"Sweetheart, quit stalling..."

"Almost there... Brother Yang, count to three, then open your eyes..." She drew out the words, teasingly slow. "One... two... three..."

A delicate fragrance filled the air—clean, intoxicating, like the subtle scent of premium jasmine tea diffusing through the room. She was right in front of him now, her nose almost touching his. He couldn’t wait any longer. With a careless shrug, the robe around his waist dropped to the floor, and he lunged for her. "Sweetheart, what’s the big surprise?"

*Clap. Clap. Clap.*

Thunderous applause erupted—the door was wide open. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the stark-naked man. At the forefront stood a woman with a crocodile-skin handbag, her face twisted in undisguised mockery. Though she smiled, her laughter carried not an ounce of warmth.

"What a surprise... truly, what a *magnificent* surprise."