Recalling how she called James "master" during her streams, Shirley Taylor was suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment.
Her face flushed a deep red, hidden only by her lowered head and the curtain of her hair.
She didn't know how to refuse and could only muster a feeble response.
"Got it."
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Anything's fine."
James smirked, tempted to say something cheeky.
But remembering she was still a young and innocent girlâunlike Amanda or Tailsa who were up for anythingâhe decided against startling the little rabbit.
"It's my first time in Miami, so why don't you host and take me to dinner?"
"Okay."
A little after five in the afternoon.
Students from Miami College of Finance were filing out post-lecture.
At the campus gates, cars of every luxury brand lined the street: Mercedes, BMW, Audi, Porscheâall waiting to pick someone up.
But when a Rolls-Royce appeared, the multi-million-dollar cars around it seemed to pale in comparison.
Eyes shifted towards the gradual descent of the Rolls-Royce.
"Wow, a Rolls-Royce Phantom! Which big shot is visiting campus today?"
"That's a car worth over ten million! I wish I could drive one someday."
"How impressive! I've never seen a real Rolls-Royce Phantom before, only in pictures. Is this the latest model? So striking!"
"Pfft, Rolls-Royce? If I strike it rich, I'm getting a Bugatti."
"I like Lamborghini's scissor doors better. Life goal: owning one of those no matter what."
These students still untouched by life's reality were filled with a pure, youthful ambition.
They believed that with hard work, they'd reach financial success and the pinnacle of life's journey.
The truth is, while hard work makes money, it doesn't guarantee reaching the top of the ladder.
An ordinary person might not even accumulate ten million in a lifetime.
Such a Rolls-Royce is a dream beyond reach for most.
The eighteen-million-yuan car parked near the school gate.
From the rear seat emerged a young man who fit the quintessential image of every girl's dream boyfriend.
Female students' eyes turned to hearts as they gazed at the handsome guy in the white shirt.
"Oh my god, is this handsome guy an alumnus?"
"If I'd known, I would have put on some makeup. How can I face people bare-faced?"
"At least you washed your hair. I didn't even do that. I've missed my chance at love; I don't want to live anymore."
"Wow~~~ he looked over, he looked over! From his gaze, I can tell he likes me."
"Let's go ask for his number. With such a gentle smile, no way he'd refuse."
Facing the fiery stares, James casually smiled.
He'd stepped out purposely, to scan the students more thoroughly.
Unlike the bar-goers with double-digit romantic histories, few students at the university had experienced more than a handful of relationshipsâmost hadn't dated at all.
They were pure, like lilies: elegant, fragrant when they smiled.
There were even a couple scoring 90 and above in attractiveness.
But James didn't impulsively approach because he knew taking on too much meant accomplishing little.
He hadn't even sorted things out with his current women; pursuing more would be inefficient.
Securing a life-saving skill was his immediate goal.
He glanced around, then waited a couple of minutes, rejecting two groups of girls.
Finally spotting his little white rabbit emerging from the school.
The petite girl walked with her head down, dressed simply in a t-shirtâits white fabric washed to a dull yellow, the lettering faded.
Her black jeans were worn, covering her legs thoroughly. Her white canvas shoes had clearly seen better days.
A backpack strapped to her shoulders, she wore large, black-rimmed glasses, with hair framing her face.
Her entire lookâit was a vision far too plain to describe.
Like a student from a poverty-stricken area.
Clearly, she was extremely frugal.
Were it not for the system marking her a 95, this modest, long-haired girl wouldn't have scored more than 65 with James, accustomed as he was to beautiful women.
The extra five points were only for her shiny, healthy black hair.
Leaning on the car with arms crossed, James watched his little white rabbit approach from the gate with keen interest.
He wanted to see how she'd find him with her head constantly down.
Shirley Taylor silently reached the roadside, pulling out her phone to type:
"I'm out of class."
Standing less than ten meters away, James replied:
"I know."
"Are you here yet?"
"Yep."
"Where are you?"
"At the school gate."
Shirley Taylor, receiving the message, lifted her eyes slightly, scanning the surrounding pants.
Her head lifted only slightly as if embarrassed to be there; she resumed typing, asking:
"What color are your clothes?"
"White shirt, khaki shorts, black casual shoes."
After describing his outfit, a WhatsApp shared location request popped up from her.
James chuckled, shaking his head, and accepted.
Modern tech was too convenient, impossible for her to outsmart.
As expected, the little white rabbit soon spun around with her phone, then walked directly towards him.
Approaching, she confirmed his clothing color before softly asking:
"Are you the rival's brother?"
Her voice was a sprightly tone, fresh like a newly sprouting bud, brimming with youthful innocence.
"Nope~," James couldn't resist teasing her a bit.
Shirley Taylor looked at her phone's overlapping icons then raised her head in confusion.
A mischievous, handsome face met her gaze.
Strong and defined features complemented his youthful, rakish hairstyle.
The stark black car backdrop made his immaculate white shirt appear elegant and fashionable.
His shirt parted just enough to reveal a bit of his chest, with a silver necklace gleaming under the sun.
He exuded a unique masculine charm, like a princely figure from a fairy tale.
For a moment, Shirley Taylor was stunned, her heart skipping incessant beats.
She quickly lowered her head again, too shy to speak.
"Shouldn't you be calling me 'master'?"
Thanks to experience from two women, James now faced a timid young girl with ease, even reaching a level of uninhibited freedom.
He lifted her chin gently, raising her little face to admire her all over againâbare-faced, cute, and charming.
With soft, fair cheeks, a petite, perky nose, and cherry pink lips.
Her big, clear eyes were filled with innocence.
The more he looked, the more he liked her, coaxing:
"Be good, call me 'master'."
Caught by James's penetrating gaze full of scrutiny and admiration,
and with his gentle smile and alluring tone,
Shirley Taylor almost called him "master"âbut thankfully caught herself in time.
Her face was as red as a cooked lobster, filled with embarrassment.
Utterly clueless about what to do, her heart was a flurry of confusion.
Sunlight painted them golden, their actions resembling an anime scene.
A charming young master teasing a clueless schoolgirl.
And indeed, that was reality.
Passing male students, recognizing Shirley Taylor, were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
They longed to charge forward, shouting: "Release that girl!"
Yet, seeing the Rolls-Royce behind James, they swallowed their words.
Meanwhile, the girls had long since been struggling to keep their composure.
Seeing the sunshine prince actually preferred such an unsophisticated girl, they seethed inside.
They nearly rushed over to push her aside, eager to be the one he'd flirt with.
One daring girl, overhearing James, even walked up and chimed in:
"Hey handsome, I'd gladly call you master."