“Mmm…” Liang Sheng felt an itch on her chest and couldn’t help but reach out to scratch it.
Ou Lu drew in a sharp breath. “Hiss~” This little lass’s fingernails were so long—they actually hurt quite a bit.
Even though she was injured, she couldn’t interrupt the plan. Ou Lu continued deftly tugging at the other girl’s clothes.
“Mmm… Sister Ou Lu?”
Lying on the sofa, Liang Sheng suddenly opened her eyes.
She had actually woken up the moment she felt that itch on her chest.
At the time, she had half-opened her eyes, wondering if there was some label or something stuck to her chest. Instead, what she saw was a woman’s slender hand, nails painted a vivid red.
Oh my god! Wasn’t that Sister Ou Lu’s hand? Liang Sheng snapped fully awake in an instant.
But with Liang Sheng’s unusually sharp little mind, how could she just bluntly call the other woman out right then and there?
Instead, she promptly closed her eyes again, curious to see what Ou Lu—in her inebriated state—intended to do.
In the end, things only grew more intense. She felt the fabric covering her body dwindling away bit by bit.
Heavens! Ou Lu couldn’t be craving her body, could she? Liang Sheng broke out in a cold sweat. After all, she herself was so smart, cute, pretty, gentle, and understanding (???).
No way! She had to push her off now, before Ou Lu could get anywhere.
“Mmm… Sister Ou Lu?” That was when Liang Sheng spoke up.
The most awkward moment still happened.
Ou Lu’s hand remained right where it shouldn’t be, locked in an embarrassed gaze with the green-haired girl sprawled on the sofa.
She was still kneeling on the floor, flashing an awkward smile.
The air grew thick with embarrassment. Neither of them spoke, unsure of what to say.
“Sister Ou Lu, are… are you worried I’m too hot?” After hemming and hawing for a while, Liang Sheng finally came out with that.
Seizing the out, Ou Lu yanked her hands away as if they’d been burned. They hovered stiffly in midair while she forced a wooden laugh. “Ah-ha, ahahaha, y-yeah! This office is way too hot. You were sweating in your sleep, so I just thought…”
From the corner of her eye, Liang Sheng glanced at the air conditioner display. It clearly read “26°.”
“…”
“…”
They lapsed into endless silence again.
“S-Sister Ou Lu,” Liang Sheng had no idea what to say, but she reminded herself: Brave Shengsheng fears no challenge! What words couldn’t their clever little Liang Sheng utter?
“Were you craving my body? Were you trying to sneak-attack me just now?” She just blurted out her innermost thoughts, consequences be damned.
As long as she wasn’t embarrassed, the embarrassment belonged to the other person. That was the principle Liang Sheng lived by, which was how she managed to thrive with such thick skin.
Ou Lu: “…” I have no idea what you’re talking about—don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me!
Liang Sheng’s big, watery eyes pinned her, leaving nowhere to hide.
“Sigh~” With a sigh, Ou Lu rubbed her forehead. At this point, there was no choice but to reveal her true intentions. “Sit up. I’ll explain slowly.”
Liang Sheng sat up and began straightening her collar, rebuttoning the ones that had come undone, one by one.
Ou Lu rose to her feet and walked to the coat rack. From the pocket of her black trench coat, she pulled out a pack of fruit-flavored cigarettes.
Click.
The sound of a lighter. Ou Lu exhaled a plume of smoke rings from her lips.
This mature woman’s charm was utterly captivating—different from Gu Yuqi’s heroic vigor, Song An’an’s soft adorableness, Bai Zhen’s handsome allure, Mo Qingrou’s aloof elegance, or even Hana’s unhinged beauty.
With her permed hair, the wine-red low-cut bodycon dress hugging her curves, and sky-high stilettos, Ou Lu exuded allure in every gesture as she smoked.
She was utterly mesmerizing. Liang Sheng watched her, transfixed.
“Sister Ou Lu, go ahead and tell me.” Liang Sheng sat primly, like an obedient schoolgirl.
Ou Lu had only smoked half the cigarette before tossing it into the ashtray and snuffing it out.
She sat back down on the sofa—this time, right next to Liang Sheng.
“I’ll just come out and say it,” Ou Lu declared, no longer beating around the bush. “You think I’m craving your body, right?”
Liang Sheng nodded.
“Whew~” Ou Lu tapped her foot a few times, resting both hands on the sofa as her eyes met Liang Sheng’s. “Yeah, well… I am craving your body!”
“Ah, okay… Wait, what?!” Liang Sheng was stunned. She had expected some elaborate excuse, but Ou Lu admitted it just like that, clean and simple!
“S-Sister Ou Lu, you’re joking with me, right?” Liang Sheng stammered.
“Nope,” Ou Lu said frankly, leaning closer. “This is what I really feel.”
Terrified, Liang Sheng scooted her butt backward across the sofa until she hit the armrest, with no further room to retreat.
“Sister Ou Lu, h-how could a little kid like me have any appeal?!” Could her beautiful face really turn into a curse? Liang Sheng wailed inwardly. If only she hadn’t dressed up so pretty and cute today!
Ou Lu drew even nearer. Her fair hand gently caressed Liang Sheng’s cheek, her breath carrying the scent of orange-flavored tobacco. “Do you know how intoxicating your natural fragrance is to me?”
With that, Ou Lu swiftly leaned in and took a deep whiff near her face.
“Ding~” Favorability increased.
“Ou Lu’s Favorability towards Liang Sheng: 66”
“Ahh~” Ou Lu’s expression turned utterly enamored.
Liang Sheng was on the verge of tears. Why did this mature, beautiful big sister suddenly seem like such a creep right now?!
Seeing how frightened she was, Ou Lu burst out laughing with a “pfft.” She released Liang Sheng’s cheek. “Relax, it’s not like that. I just love the scent on your body~”
“Huh?” Still dazed from the scare, Liang Sheng didn’t quite catch her meaning.
Noticing the confusion, Ou Lu rephrased it.
“You know I make perfumes,” she said, growing serious. “If you’ve looked into our family’s brand, you’d know we haven’t released a quality scent in the last couple of years.”
Thanks to Ou Lu’s prompt, Liang Sheng recalled the original plot.
This was when the Ou family business began to decline. Some said it was because Ou Lu, young as she was, had already burned through her talent. But who knew that this mere child had elevated their perfume empire beyond what her predecessors had achieved?
“Ah, so…” Liang Sheng caught on. “Sister Ou Lu, you think my scent smells good, so you want to turn it into a perfume?”
Ou Lu nodded, pleased that the girl finally understood.
“Since that’s clear now, take off your clothes.” Ou Lu grabbed Liang Sheng’s collar again.
