Chapter 5: Close Contact

Chapter 5: Close Contact

"Whether I guessed right or not, I ask Young Miss Ivanova to announce the result. Anyway, I was just guessing, hehe."

Zhou Lang was confident, but he smiled as he spoke. He absolutely could not reveal the matter of him having the Perspective Talisman. If he did, even the most open-minded woman would feel uncomfortable being with him, right?

Because people always like to have some private space and secrets. If everything were exposed to the eyes of others, life would be filled with panic.

"I originally wanted to play a joke on everyone so that you would remember me, a newcomer who just started working today. That's why I played a little trick and deliberately didn't wear it. I thought no one would be able to guess, but I didn't expect this handsome young man to hit the mark in one go. I really played too big this time."

Ivanova said with a slightly flushed face. Being slightly shy made her even more sexy and charming.

At this, the male and female employees at The Bar all turned to stone. Damn, did Ivanova really not wear underwear? If the wind blew her skirt up, what kind of sight would that be?

The male employees were fantasizing, while the female employees were cursing Ivanova for being utterly shameless.

"Ivanova, you aren't going to back out of the bet, are you? I've heard that Russian girls keep their word."

Someone started jeering. Of course, the person jeering wasn't trying to help Zhou Lang, but rather thinking that there might be a chance to be intimate with Ivanova like this next time. They couldn't encourage the habit of backing out of bets, lest they strike gold themselves in the future only to be unable to taste the prize.

"A bet is a bet. Let's go."

Ivanova hesitated for a moment, then beckoned to Zhou Lang with her finger. It seemed she didn't intend to back out.

"Where are we going?" Zhou Lang asked, his face burning.

Although he had known since he was very young that he had a wealthy and beautiful fiancée, Ye Qianqian, he had only met her for the first time yesterday and had never been intimate with her. Furthermore, he had never had a girlfriend and had absolutely no experience in matters between men and women.

It could be said that Xiao Xi, the "artifact spirit" of the ancestral copper coin, was the first woman he had ever been in contact with. Therefore, at the thought of being alone with this foreign beauty Ivanova, he still felt a bit uneasy. After all, Ivanova wasn't wearing anything under her black skirt; if he couldn't help but take a few more peeks with his perspective ability, how could he possibly hold back?

"There are only a dozen minutes left before work starts, so there's no time to go anywhere else. Let's go to my private changing room." Ivanova smiled slightly.

"Zhou Lang, you brat, you're really lucky. You've encountered such a good thing; you must treat us," said Manager Zhang Deyuan.

At this moment, he was no different from the other male employees, filled with pure envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Ordinary employees at The Bar were divided into two larger changing rooms by gender, while some more Advanced employees had private changing rooms. However, those changing rooms were only about a square meter in size. A man and a woman squeezed inside would be practically pressed against each other. Just thinking about that scene was alluring and exciting.

"Young Miss Ivanova, everyone was just joking around earlier to liven up the atmosphere. I think we should just let it go." Zhou Lang started to get cold feet.

"You brat, you aren't impotent, are you?" a male employee mocked. If Zhou Lang wasn't a saint like Liu Xiahui, would he really let such a good opportunity pass by?

"Zhou Lang, am I not enticing enough?"

Ivanova was slightly stunned and gave Zhou Lang a somewhat resentful look. She was a confident woman who believed she was capable of attracting any man. She saw masculine energy in Zhou Lang and believed he wasn't an "impotent" man, but since Zhou Lang was backing out at this moment, she thought he had no interest in her, and her self-esteem was slightly hurt.

Women, especially beautiful women, are often like this. If a man constantly pesters them, they will think the man is a pervert and feel annoyed and disgusted. If this man completely ignores them, they feel a sense of disparity in their hearts.

"No, you are one of the sexiest beauties I have ever seen. I would be very happy to spend a wonderful time with you."

Although Zhou Lang had no experience in matters between men and women, he knew these basics. He didn't want to hurt this great beauty's self-esteem, so he steeled himself and walked over to Ivanova.

Ivanova smiled beautifully, and the feeling of disparity in her heart vanished without a trace. She actually walked over and took the initiative to link arms with Zhou Lang.

Wearing a pair of high heels, she was actually as tall as Zhou Lang. As she walked, she had a rhythmic grace, and a certain towering part of her chest was pressed tightly against Zhou Lang's arm.

Smelling the fragrance coming from Ivanova and feeling the occasional elastic touch on his arm, Zhou Lang felt an itch in his heart too.

Soon, Zhou Lang and Ivanova disappeared from everyone's sight and went to Ivanova's private changing room.

As soon as they left, the men near The Bar counter exploded with excitement.

"This brat is really lucky. I've heard that foreign girls are very open. It's possible that they'll strike sparks in the changing room and get right to it."

"Yeah, if I could have a fling with such a top-tier beauty, I'd think it was worth it even if I lived a few years less."

…Sounds of envy, jealousy, and hatred were endless.

Inside the small changing room that was only a little over a square meter, Zhou Lang and Ivanova fell into silence.

Both of them leaned against the walls, trying their best not to let their bodies touch, but the changing room was simply too small. No matter how careful they were, the distance between them was only about a foot. Especially Ivanova's towering breasts, which were right under Zhou Lang's nose and very conspicuous. No matter whether Zhou Lang's gaze stayed on them or not, it all seemed a bit unnatural.

Their body scents mingled together, and their breathing was clearly audible. Coupled with the fact that it was a hot day, the temperature inside seemed to be constantly rising, making one feel very hot and bothered.

"Zhou Lang, I'm not someone who backs out of a bet. Three minutes have already passed, and there are seven minutes left. You can do whatever you want."

It was unknown what Ivanova was actually thinking, but she actually winked at Zhou Lang and started to seduce him.

Zhou Lang was twenty-one years old this year, just the age to be full of fantasies about matters between men and women. However, he was not a pervert. Ivanova was still a stranger to him; although he had some thoughts about her, he wouldn't go so far as to force himself on her and push her down.

Last night, when Xiao Xi helped him bathe without wearing clothes, he had managed to restrain himself and not mess around, which showed that his self-control was quite good. Especially now, having gone from an ordinary person to a Cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage, his self-control was far superior to before.

"Then, accompany me outside to dance a dance," Zhou Lang thought for a moment and said.

"Then let's dance here."

Ivanova smiled slightly. Earlier, she was actually testing Zhou Lang. Zhou Lang's proposal to go outside and dance with her made her favorability towards him increase significantly.

She appeared open-minded, but she wasn't a woman who would let men take advantage of her easily. Like most foreign girls, she was just more open to having fun, but when it came to real matters between men and women, they were no different from Chinese girls.

Zhou Lang nodded. Although he was a bit green, he was not a shy person.

The two were dancing ballroom dance.

Normally, this kind of dance doesn't involve much physical contact, but because the space was so small, no matter whether they moved forward or backward, they only had one step of room to move.

Therefore, the standard ballroom dance turned into a hot, close-contact dance, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the changing room rose to its peak.