Seeing Emily Clark come up, the woman's big eyes suddenly lit up, and she stood up straight. Emily Clark immediately felt a wave of youthful energy rush toward him.

"Finally, you're here!"

As soon as the woman spoke, Emily Clark recognized her as Yvonne Foster, the one who had called him at noon.

To be honest, she wasn't exaggerating when she said she was pretty. She even had a bit of a heroic air, and with her stylish, boyish haircut, she gave off a wild and youthful vibe.

This kind of vibe is something all men like. To be honest, Emily Clark liked it too, because his heart, having regained its youth, started to stir again.

But just because his heart was stirred didn't mean he liked sharing a room with a strange woman. Because women often meant trouble, and Emily Clark didn't like bringing trouble home.

So Emily Clark shot Yvonne Foster a sidelong glance, habitually frowned, and said, "Sorry, I think I made myself very clear on the phone!"

A flash of surprise crossed Yvonne Foster's face. Clearly, she hadn't expected Emily Clark, a man supposedly at the age when hormones are raging, to so decisively refuse when a beautiful woman like her showed up at his door.

However, Yvonne Foster liked Emily Clark's attitude—a lot, in fact.

She also thought women were troublesome, not only troublesome but also petty. That's why she wanted to find a man to share the apartment with—so she could freely unleash all her troublesome and petty sides. Usually, men would tolerate women with a broad mind, especially beautiful women.

Of course, these days it's easy to find men who are broad-minded toward beautiful women, but it's really hard to find one who isn't also lecherous.

Apparently, in Yvonne Foster's eyes, Emily Clark was just such a rare man. Now, the way she looked at Emily Clark was already sparkling with the gleam of a hunter eyeing her prey.

"Take a good look, I'm a genuine beauty, you know!" Yvonne Foster puffed out her chest and blinked her big eyes as she spoke.

Emily Clark's vision blurred for a moment, and once again he felt a suffocating wave of youthfulness rush at him. She really was perky and full!

"I completely agree with that!" Emily Clark stared at Yvonne Foster's raised chest and replied with a perfectly straight face.

Yvonne Foster didn't seem the least bit afraid of Emily Clark's burning gaze; instead, she puffed out her chest even more.

"In that case, what are you hesitating for? Hurry up and open the door!" Yvonne Foster urged triumphantly.

Hmph, with my looks, capturing a man is a piece of cake!

"But what does me opening the door have to do with you?" Emily Clark retorted as he fished out his keys.

No matter how perky, this immortal doesn't like trouble!

The gleam in Yvonne Foster's eyes grew even brighter. She liked men with personality like this, and she liked the challenge of dealing with them even more.

"I'm not just a beauty, I'm a beautiful nurse!" Yvonne Foster continued to puff out her chest.

"So what?" Emily Clark asked as he opened the door.

"Think about it, isn't it nice to have a beautiful woman walking around the house?" Yvonne Foster coaxed.

"Yeah, it's nice to look at!" Emily Clark's mind involuntarily conjured up images of AV actresses in nurse outfits, making his blood race.

Damn, why am I thinking of that? It must be that kid's fault! Emily Clark was startled by the sudden image in his mind, and his youthful heart stirred even more, but he was still able to keep it under control.

"Now think about it, if you ever catch a cold or a fever, wouldn't it be great to have such a beautiful woman taking care of you?" Yvonne Foster continued to coax, convinced that this move would surely make Emily Clark surrender and invite her in.

"That would be nice, but I never catch colds or fevers!" Emily Clark opened the door, then stretched out his hand to block her from coming in.

He was just telling the truth—if even immortals could catch colds and fevers, the cold virus would have wiped out humanity by now.

Suddenly, that youthful energy hit again—two soft yet firm, full mounds pressed against his arm, then quickly retreated!

Emily Clark was left dazed and overwhelmed, his stirring heart finally showing signs of losing control. At the same time, he was stunned—he hadn't expected this woman to actually push her way in like that.

Yvonne Foster was stunned too. She hadn't expected her trump card to fail, and her chest, unable to stop in time, had bumped right into Emily Clark's arm.

Chapter 3 The Price of Acting Like a Pervert

An awkward and ambiguous atmosphere lingered in the narrow stairwell.

Emily Clark could swear to the highest heavens that although he was moved by Yvonne Foster, he absolutely had no intention of acting on it.

Yvonne Foster had acted boldly just now, puffing out her chest, but that was because she was a beautiful nurse, used to dealing with patients—especially those with particularly lecherous gazes. But she had never been bold enough to use her chest as a battering ram. In fact, from childhood to now, her chest had never been touched by a man.

She never expected that today, a man would touch her chest—and this man still refused to share the apartment with her.

No way, when has this lady ever suffered such a loss? Today, he has to take responsibility!

Yvonne Foster's eyes filled with tears as she pointed at Emily Clark and said, aggrieved, "You pervert!"