Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?

Wen Nan stared at the window when Lv Xiaohong groggily made her way to the chair next to him, sat down, and knocked on her head with some frustration.

What was wrong with her today, fumbling around, was she really drunk, or just too nervous?

Her plan was to get him out for a drink, do something intimate when the mood was right, naturally leading to a kiss, and then take it further after dinner, as her friends from the business world had taught her, saying it was a foolproof method.

How come when it was her turn, it was all messed up, not to mention taking it further; she was stuck at the first step. Ye Jiu was probably going to be scared off by her foolishness, wasn't he?

Thinking of this, Lv Xiaohong supported her forehead with the back of her hand, sitting by the table, sighed, when just then, someone gently tapped her shoulder.

Looking up, she saw Wen Nan smiling at her, saying, "Sister Xiao Hong, if you're not feeling well, let me take you home first?"

Lv Xiaohong didn't refuse, paid the bill, and the two walked out of the restaurant towards the nearby fashion building.

It was already past ten at night, the main doors of Lv Xiaohong's building were locked, she unlocked the side door, turned around, and asked, "Want to come in and sit for a while?"

The person nodded, "Shall I walk you upstairs?"

Lv Xiaohong was taken aback, then overjoyed.

Earlier in the restaurant's private room, she had revealed her feelings to him, but they were interrupted by the chair incident twice, and thereafter, the other person never brought up the topic again.

Lv Xiaohong thought the other person was silently rejecting her, and inviting him to her home now was purely courteous; she didn't expect he would agree.

But unexpectedly, he agreed to go upstairs with her and voluntarily offered to walk her home?

A man, after a one-on-one date, agreeing to go to the woman's home is the clearest hint—a hint that he is willing to take things further with her.

With both hands clenched into fists, Lv Xiaohong happily shouted "Yay" in her heart, wanted to spin around in circles, but restrained herself, finally just smiling as she pushed open the side door wider, "Come in, mind the step at the door."

Saying it was to walk Lv Xiaohong upstairs, but on the way up, she didn't really pay attention to Wen Nan at all, like a little sparrow jumping towards the rooftop door as if afraid her keys turned too slowly and the man behind her would change his mind.

She opened the door; the living room was pitch black, nothing was visible.

Lv Xiaohong squatted down, turned on a small light at the entrance, then lowered her voice and whispered near Wen Nan's ear, "Qingqing should be asleep by now; let's go straight to my room?"

Lv Xiaohong's room was the master bedroom, with an en-suite bathroom, walk-in closet, study, and a reception room.

Closing the master bedroom door, she dared to turn on the main light, and the room instantly became bright and spacious.

"Would you like something to drink?" Lv Xiaohong asked while walking to the reception room on the side and opened a small fridge.

"Just plain water, thank you."

Lv Xiaohong took out a bottle of water and handed it to Wen Nan.

Just as Wen Nan was about to speak, Lv Xiaohong, as if afraid he'd say something, quickly said, "You sit down first, watch some TV or read a magazine? I smell too much, I'll, I'll go shower first and be right back."

After saying that, she turned and quickly walked towards the bathroom door.

Wen Nan shook his head helplessly, glanced at the neatly made bed and the adjacent reception room, finally sitting down on the sofa in the reception room, casually picking up a magazine to flip through.

The magazines at Lv Xiaohong's place were all fashion magazines on apparel and accessories, which Wen Nan knew nothing about and wasn't interested in. The models who could endorse top fashion brands looked more abstract one after another; at first glance, Wen Nan couldn't even immediately distinguish most of their genders.

Losing interest, Wen Nan put down the magazine and was dozing off when vibrating sounds came from his phone successively.

Lv Qingqing had sent over a few messages:

[Teacher Ye, I heard, my sister brought you home, and she's right next to me.]

[Did she confess to you? Are you two together? Are you going to sleep with her?]

[If you're so needy for a woman, instead of sleeping with her, why not come to my room?]

Wen Nan browsed through the messages, frowning slightly.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Lv Xiaohong came out wearing a bathrobe, bringing along a mist of water.

She remembered Wen Nan had previously complimented that she looked prettier without makeup, so now she confidently smiled at Wen Nan after removing her makeup.

After taking off the maple-red dress, Lv Xiaohong changed into a light beige silk nightdress, with a waist tie cinching in her slim waist, the neckline open to vaguely reveal an impressive cleavage; her short hair was wet, and droplets of water fell along the cleavage into the nightdress, leaving a dark patch on the front.

She held a towel, casually wiping the droplets from her hair, then tossed the wet towel aside, bending over to pull out a hairdryer from the bedside table, turning to look at the man beside her, "Little Jiu, could you help me blow dry my hair?"

Wen Nan didn't refuse, stood up from the sofa, and walked over.

Before Wen Nan approached, Lv Xiaohong proactively sat on the edge of her large bed, and when Wen Nan reached her, she raised her hands, offering the hairdryer.

Wen Nan took the hairdryer, plugged it in, tested the temperature a bit, gently grasped Lv Xiaohong's soft short hair, and began to carefully dry it root by root.

Amid the whooshing noise of the hairdryer, Lv Xiaohong's gaze lingered on the waist and abdomen of the man right in front of her, lightly biting her lip, feeling her mind wander.

The other person didn't refuse to come to her place, didn't refuse to come to her bedroom, nor did he refuse to help her blow-dry her hair, such an intimate gesture...

According to the experience and guidance from her friends, that meant the other person wouldn't refuse her invitation to take things further, so...

Lv Xiaohong raised her hand, placing it on the T-shirt at the other person's waist, gently pulling it upwards.

Her movements were light and slow; when the T-shirt was rolled up, and the firm abdominal muscles were exposed, above her, the hand waving the hairdryer suddenly paused.

Lv Xiaohong held her breath, not daring to move.

But the hairdryer only paused for a moment and soon resumed blowing.

Lv Xiaohong let out a sigh of relief, leaned forward directly, and gently kissed the person's abs, then continued downward.

Her fingers pinched the person's waistband, tugging it down, a flash of golden light suddenly appeared in her vision, nearly blinding her.

What... how could it be so glittering?

She was momentarily stunned, thinking modern young people favored simple colors like black or white, didn't they? How come Little Jiu's aesthetic surprisingly matched those wealthy business partners she used to deal with?

However, this glittering color, on other men, would inevitably look gaudy, but on Ye Jiu, who looked dazzlingly attractive from every strand of hair, she found it not gaudy at all, but rather, it highlighted his magnificence, just a glance made her heartbeat accelerate.

Just as Lv Xiaohong was lost in thoughts, the hairdryer stopped working, and the room suddenly fell silent.

Wen Nan raised his hand, grabbing the hand Lv Xiaohong placed on his waistband, "Sister Xiao Hong."

From his voice, Lv Xiaohong detected a hint of extremely suppressed hoarseness. Though the grip on her wrist was tight, he didn't push her away completely, which gave Lv Xiaohong courage.

Raising her face, Lv Xiaohong looked up at Wen Nan, with her still wet bangs covering her eyes, presenting a pitiful sight as she spoke again:

"Little Jiu, from the moment I saw you, I liked you, if you have even a tiny bit of feeling for me, tonight... shall we give it a try, okay?"

Wen Nan looked at her in silence for a moment.

A layer of bath steam still clung to Lv Xiaohong's pale skin, looking like a lotus flower drenched in spring rain, irresistibly inviting Wen Nan to pluck it.

"Okay."

Wen Nan raised his hand, gently caressing the 'lotus' petals, which turned from pale white to a pink hue.

He twirled his fingers, opened up the 'lotus' petals one by one, touched the pod inside, plucked the seeds, causing the 'lotus' to tremble incessantly.

Just when the 'lotus', shyly half-bloomed, seemed about to be successfully plucked, his phone vibrated again.

It was Lv Qingqing, sending another few messages:

[Teacher Ye, why aren't you replying?]

[The soundproofing here is really bad; I heard everything loud and clear.]

[You're really something, making my sister sound like that, I almost thought it was the original soundtrack of some video.]

[So what, won't you reply to me?]

[Fine, just wait and see.]

At this point, Wen Nan couldn't spare any attention to respond to the messages.

The steamy, ambiguous atmosphere in the room lasted until around midnight before finally coming to an end.

As the atmosphere gradually cooled, Lv Xiaohong fell into a deep sleep. Wen Nan lay beside her, coming to a firm conclusion in his heart—

Lv Xiaohong was not the [Queen].

After tucking in the edges of Lv Xiaohong's thin quilt, Wen Nan turned to get out of bed, walking quietly towards the bathroom door.

After just two steps, there was a "click" sound; outside the bedroom, the sound of a key being inserted into the lock was heard.

Wen Nan paused, looking alertly towards the door, seeing it being pushed open slowly as Lv Qingqing stepped in.

He didn't know where she got Lv Xiaohong's bedroom key from, but Wen Nan hadn't expected her sudden appearance and was completely unprepared, standing there exposed.

With a slight frown, Wen Nan lowered his voice to reprimand, "Get out."

Lv Qingqing not only didn't leave but closed the door behind her, then began taking off her clothes in front of Wen Nan.

"What are you doing?!"

Wen Nan was shocked, rushing forward to stop her, but she wore just a loose round-neck T-shirt, and just a light shoulder shrug would make it fall to the ground at her feet.

By the time Wen Nan reached her, Lv Qingqing fell into his arms, the hard and firm skin clashing with the soft and full skin, making Wen Nan's heart clench, instinctively wanting to withdraw his arms, but she clung tightly to him.

"Teacher Ye, ever since Yanan's incident, I said only you can help me, I only trust you, yet now you've hooked up with my sister, how can I still trust you?"

Wen Nan spoke in a deep voice, "That's a separate matter."

Saying so, he finally managed to pull his arm free from her embrace, but she seemed to go limp, clinging on.

During the struggle, her skin was covered with cold metal studs, which scraped against Wen Nan's arms and waist, both painful and ticklish.

"What are you trying to do?" Wen Nan asked in a restrained voice.

The person in his arms suddenly nodded fervently, "I want to, I dream about it."

Wen Nan was silent, held in a stalemate momentarily, the person on the bed turned over, and he glanced over, then whispered, "This is your sister's bedroom, how can you do such a thing right in front of her?"

Lv Qingqing blinked, and instead of pulling away upon hearing that, she drew even closer to Wen Nan, extended her tongue, and licked lightly on the metal stud at her lip, saying:

"Isn't it more thrilling, doing it in front of her?"