Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?

Wen Nan was taken aback, unable to resist a silent complaint: Do all the young female characters in this instance have such peculiar tastes?

Lost in thought, Zhao Wanting, standing behind, noticed the lack of response from the person opposite her. Her hands, originally wrapped around the other's waist, started to restlessly move upward.

With a slightly upturned smile, she immersed herself in the moment and casually asked, "Senpai, do you often work out? How is your physique so good, looking slim in clothes but surprisingly muscular underneath?"

As she spoke, she actually started helping Wen Nan undress.

Wen Nan snapped back to reality and held the other's wrist, "Don't move recklessly, I'm going to take a shower first."

Saying this, he pried Zhao Wanting's hands off his waist and walked straight to the bathroom beside them.

Just as Zhao Wanting was shrugged off, she immediately followed like a plaster, her tone light as she said, "I haven't showered in a while either, let's shower together, senpai?"

Wen Nan's steps faltered. He turned back, giving her a meaningful look before shaking his head, "There's only one shower head in that bathroom, just enough space for one adult. How could both of us fit?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanting's eyes lit up instantly, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. Stretching out her hands, she approached Wen Nan again, "Wouldn't it be better if it's tight? We could keep each other warm."

Wen Nan looked at her incredibly, wanting to remind her that it was summer, and he was so hot he wanted a cold shower. There was no need for warmth.

But on second thought, the other party's mind was filled with that stuff right now, and no matter what he said, it would be twisted by her. She wouldn't reason with him.

Closing his mouth, Wen Nan once again pushed Zhao Wanting's hands away and stepped aside to clear the path to the bathroom. "If you're in such a hurry, go ahead first. I'll wait for you to finish."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanting pouted, stopped, and crossed her hands behind her back, nodding toward the bathroom with her chin, "Then I won't fight you for it, you go first. I'll wait outside for you."

Walking into the bathroom, Wen Nan took off his outer clothing, stepped into the shower, and turned on the faucet. The fine spray of water hit his face as he closed his eyes, about to reach for the shower gel beside him, when there was a click, and the glass door next to him was opened.

Zhao Wanting entered with her back hunched and small steps, rushing to Wen Nan's back, grabbing the shower gel from the corner and squeezing it into her hand, "Senpai, let me help you apply it. Your arms are so well-built, surely you can't reach your own back?"

Wen Nan felt utterly helpless, yet with the person already inside, it seemed too harsh to chase her out now.

Seeing no refusal from him, Zhao Wanting immediately seized the opportunity, squeezed a blob of shower gel, and approached to massage Wen Nan's back, exclaiming while at it, "Senpai, your back is so broad, and the muscles are so firm. The feeling in my hands is amazing."

This technique seemed less like scrubbing a back and more like selecting pork at the market.

Wen Nan turned around helplessly, grabbing the shower gel from her hand.

Standing under the shower, Zhao Wanting looked up blankly at him, thinking her behavior of rubbing and kneading had made him angry, and that he might drive her out. She quickly crossed her hands over her chest, putting on a pitiful look.

Entering in a hurry to catch him off guard, Zhao Wanting hadn't had time to fully undress, just quickly removing her shorts and outerwear before rushing in.

Now that she was soaked by the shower, her hair clung to her face in strands, and the thin clothing stuck to her body.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Zhao Wanting rubbed her arms. Her long eyelashes were drenched by the shower, with water droplets continually falling from the tips. She blinked her wet eyes and softly said:

"Senpai, I'm all soaked now. Waiting outside will make me catch a cold."

Wen Nan shook his head, "I didn't say you should go out, take them off, I'll help you wash."

...

...

From the bathroom to the bed, it wasn't until dawn that the heated atmosphere in the room finally cooled down.

Wen Nan lay on his back on the outer side of the bed, his hand casually covering his eyes, looking as if he were asleep.

On the inner side of the bed, Zhao Wanting propped her head up a bit with her elbow, lying on her side, staring intently at the man's well-defined jawline, her face showing a satisfied smile.

She watched quietly for a long time, and finally couldn't resist leaning over to try to kiss the other's lips.

As her lips were about to touch, Zhao Wanting's movement halted, and that kiss never landed.

Recalling the various interactions between them, the smile on Zhao Wanting's face restrained somewhat—

Since they agreed to do these things as friends, they shouldn't overstep and do things only lovers would do. Otherwise, it might wake the other, and even the current relationship could be retracted.

With that in mind, Zhao Wanting sighed silently in her heart.

Lying back down, Zhao Wanting rested her head on her arm, watching the person beside her in close quarters, lost in thought.

She thought her fixation with this man was purely due to the unavailability of his body, desiring to engage in the closest act with him.

Unexpectedly, having gotten what she wished for tonight, she found it even harder to forget him, longing more to be with him.

But such matters shouldn't be rushed; otherwise, they might not even remain friends. Tonight, at least they upgraded from ordinary friends to friends with benefits. This, for her, was already a pleasant surprise, enough to ensure a good dream tonight.

With that feeling, Zhao Wanting closed her eyes, unknowingly drifting into a sweet dream.