Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 389 - 194: My Home 120,000 in One Night

Si Yu tenderly and sincerely gave Han Lie a light kiss on the chin.

Although it was just a light, fleeting kiss, it was the boldest thing she had done in her twenty years.

After kissing him, all her strength seemed to fade away. She buried her head, shrinking in Han Lie’s embrace like a little quail.

The girl felt incredibly delicate in his arms, almost as if she had no bones.

Her waist was slim, yet it didn’t feel bony when he touched it. Instead, it was soft and smooth, with an even layer of fat.

Clearly, this was due to her slender, delicate frame.

The rest of her body was the same: she looked slender, but was actually quite fleshy, and felt incredibly good to the touch.

What a stunner...

When she finally lifted her head, the scoundrel, with a mischievous grin, turned the tables on her. "Little Fish, you’ve been naughty..."

Si Yu was dumbfounded. It’s... my fault?!

"Of course!" Han Lie brazenly twisted the facts.

"When you kissed me, I felt a fullness and excitement I’ve never experienced before. Your kiss filled my heart. You have no idea how much your passion made me feel so accomplished. That’s why I got a little impulsive, just a tiny bit..."

w(ﾟДﾟ)w!!!

Is—is that so?!

She had never encountered anyone so shameless; for a moment, she was utterly speechless.

But she wasn’t angry.

Not only was she not angry, but a sweet warmth also spread through her heart.

That Han Lie was just too good at this.

He didn’t compliment Si Yu on her beauty or cuteness. Instead, speaking from his own "needs," he subtly affirmed the emotional value she provided, thereby elevating her importance to him.

Compared to direct sweet talk, this kind of affirmation better fulfilled a girl’s romantic fantasies.

Physical beauty is superficial, often indistinguishable, and easily replaceable. It’s the fulfillment of psychological needs that truly gives them a sense of security.

Although Han Lie wasn’t a scumbag, his mastery of Rogue Skills was extensive. This meant his responses always demonstrated high emotional intelligence, leaving one utterly disarmed.

I didn’t do it on purpose, just so you know.

Si Yu felt incredibly sweet inside, but she couldn’t hide her delight.

So, trembling, she pulled her hand away from the scoundrel’s paw and poured herself a glass of wine, trying to calm down.

Ah, dear girl, you’re so unsuspecting...

The moment Si Yu let go of his hand, Wanwan practically threw herself at him, leaning into Han Lie’s embrace.

"Han Bro, I think I’m drunk... Touch me, do I feel hot?"

Wanwan tilted her small face up, seemingly wanting Han Lie to feel her forehead.

However, her right hand snaked behind her back to find Han Lie’s right hand. She then took his hand—his "paw"—and guided it around her waist, placing it on her hip, just at the curve of her backside.

So, where exactly did you intend for Han Lie to touch, young lady?

Han Bro isn’t that kind of person.

Let me emphasize once more—Han Bro isn’t the kind of cold-hearted man who would reject a girl’s reasonable requests.

So...

In the dim light, Si Yu couldn’t clearly see what Han Lie’s hand was doing. However, she could see Wanwan snuggling against him in the same way she had, and not only was the scoundrel not rejecting her, he was even eating the fruit Wanwan fed him!

Si Yu’s good mood instantly shattered.

She looked at the faint smile playing on Han Lie’s lips and desperately wanted to drag the scoundrel over, grab him by the collar, and scream, "What do you think you’re doing?!!!"

Of course, she didn’t dare.

Everything was still in the ambiguous stage of flirting and joking. What right did she have? How could she dare?

Just as her mind was in utter turmoil, Han Lie suddenly turned his head and asked loudly, "I’m thinking of leaving. Want to grab some late-night food together?"

Si Yu didn’t understand at first.

So Han Lie leaned in a bit closer, lowering his voice. "Just the two of us."

Si Yu’s heart instantly began to pound.

Alone with a guy for a late-night snack, in the middle of the night... Is it what I’m thinking?

She didn’t know, and that made her hesitate.

If it was just to eat and chat, she would be more than willing.

Han Lie was talented and fun; there was a special kind of joy in being with him.

But if it was more than just late-night food and conversation... then she wasn’t ready.

That was too fast, too ridiculous.

Han Lie observed the changes in her expression, waited for about three seconds, then sat up straight and turned to ask Wanwan, "Want to go grab some late-night food together?"

Wanwan instantly looked up, her face alight with surprised delight.

Zhang Yang heard it too and immediately turned her head, her gaze wary.

—That wariness was directed at Wanwan.

So Han Lie said with a smile, "Of course, it’ll be the three of us. We have to bring Little Zhang Yang."

Wanwan was a bit confused, her disappointment barely concealed. "Huh? Why bring *her* along...? Han Bro, can’t the two of us go alone?" she wheedled.

"No." Han Lie shook his head, still smiling, but his tone was firm.

"Either we all go together, or everyone goes their separate ways home."

If it had been any other time, or with any other person, Wanwan definitely wouldn’t have agreed.

But today was different—exceptionally so.

The table was laden with wine worth 200,000 yuan, yet Han Lie had only drunk a few glasses of champagne all evening, without even glancing at the 38-year-old vintage liquor.

Both the clever Wanwan and Zhang Yang could understand why.

—Han Lie didn’t care about the money. He only drank what he liked. The price, or whether it was wasteful, simply wasn’t a concern for him.

Contrast that with the neighboring table.

Ma Lian, a regular at this establishment, kept harping on about the 38-year-old vintage, with a whole repertoire of lines to pressure people into drinking, like, "A single glass of this costs several thousand, so don’t you dare spill it!" and "You couldn’t handle the 21-year-old, so are you going to shy away from the 38-year-old now?"

In truth, Ma Lian and the others were behaving quite normally; that’s just how things often go at such drinking parties.

When you’ve opened a bottle of wine worth 200,000, aren’t you allowed to show off a little, to flaunt it a bit?