He went home.
Tonight, Lin Cheng still returned to Xu Wanyue’s place. He always felt that if he went back alone, he would toss and turn all night without sleeping. With only three days left in their relationship, if he was going to take advantage, he couldn’t miss a single moment.
A man’s got to look out for himself, or heaven and earth would strike him down. Bring it on!
“Oh, right.” Xu Wanyue seemed to suddenly remember something. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at Lin Cheng sitting on the sofa. “I bought a new nightgown and some stockings. Want to see?”
Lin Cheng’s face flushed red. “Whatever you want.”
“Hmm, then I won’t show you?”
“Show me.”
“Huh? Your voice is so quiet… I can’t hear you.” Xu Wanyue’s smile grew even more sly.
Damn, she had him pinned again.
“Fine, show me, show me.” Lin Cheng had no choice but to repeat it. Xu Wanyue let out a soft hum, then went back to her room. She emerged from the bathroom a moment later, hugging a small box.
Lin Cheng waited quietly outside the bathroom. When she came out, she was wearing only a very short silver camisole dress. The hem barely covered her snowy buttocks, and her long legs below were clad in white silk pantyhose. The stockings on her calves even had white floral patterns printed on them. Her hair was slightly damp as she walked over and sat down beside Lin Cheng. “How do I look?”
“Why is this nightgown so short?”
“Because summer’s here, so I bought a shorter one.”
The nightgown exposed more of her soft bosom, which jiggled enticingly. Lin Cheng’s gaze was instinctively drawn to it. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he muttered thoughtfully, “No wonder you were wearing white stockings that day when I came to find you.”
Xu Wanyue instinctively tried to recall which day he meant, then her fair little foot kicked his calf. Her eyes shyly met his. “Don’t bring that up.”
“…Never mind. I just realized you’re pretty good at this.”
…A not-so-innocent fun fact: girls wearing stockings during intimate moments felt even better than without.
Lin Cheng’s old shopping history was full of countless stocking purchases. Jiang Lingxue used to buy things with his phone, so he’d picked up all sorts of weird trivia. Heh heh, the little toy Xu Wanyue had that day was downright childish by comparison.
Xu Wanyue probably guessed what he meant and turned her face away, refusing to look at him. But moments later, her leg was grabbed, and her body was forced to turn slightly. She ended up lying on the sofa, with her leg resting on Lin Cheng’s lap. His fingertips gently pinched her tender toes beneath the white silk. Xu Wanyue’s eyes darkened. “Pervert.”
“Yeah, so I should get even more perverted.” Lin Cheng winked at her. A flood of strange associations probably rushed through Xu Wanyue’s mind. She covered her face with her hand, no longer looking at him—even though his fingertips had only pinched her fair little foot.
“If I’m not mistaken… you probably do naughty things quite often when you’re home alone, right?” Lin Cheng suddenly asked.
“No way, that’s gross. You’re making stuff up!” Xu Wanyue shot back immediately.
“Really?” Lin Cheng’s eyes teased her. Xu Wanyue slowly removed her hand from her face. After a long pause, she answered with seeming conviction, “No.”
“Oh, then I must have guessed wrong.” Lin Cheng nodded.
“So you were just guessing randomly?” Xu Wanyue sneakily lifted one little foot and stepped on his chest. Moments later, Lin Cheng grabbed it and lifted it high, pressing it toward her shoulder. Xu Wanyue quickly begged for mercy, and only then did he let go.
“So why did you suddenly guess that?”
“No reason. Just an interesting phenomenon: some people who are a bit down in the dumps have stronger sex drives. They don’t get much pleasure from other things. You seem optimistic every day, but under that constant cloud of misfortune, you must have been pretty depressed. When was your first time doing naughty things?” Lin Cheng followed up naturally, but Xu Wanyue’s cheeks were already flushed red.
She realized it now—Lin Cheng had guessed right and was just pretending not to know.
…Her old bad habit was hard to break. Whenever something really upsetting happened, she’d lock herself in her room alone and explore those naughty things until she was exhausted. That way, she wouldn’t cry.
“You’re bullying me again…” This time, Xu Wanyue’s voice was much softer and more aggrieved.
“You’re the one who put on those white stockings for me on purpose. Doesn’t that mean you wanted me to bully you a little more?”
“No way. You took me out to dinner… so I wanted to give you a little treat.” Xu Wanyue answered hurriedly. Lin Cheng let out an “oh.” “Seems like a pretty good treat.”
His fingertips brushed against the girl’s snowy thighs wrapped in pantyhose—soft and bouncy. The disheveled hem of her skirt even let him glimpse the color of her underwear. Hmm, light green today—cute style with a bow.
Gradually, Xu Wanyue felt a tingling sensation on her legs. She couldn’t help but want to giggle. Her waist instinctively arched up like a bridge, and her tender toes beneath the white silk tensed slightly. He was such a bully.
“How long are you going to keep touching… before it’s enough?” Xu Wanyue asked softly.
“Hmm? You don’t like it?”
“It tickles…”
But when Lin Cheng shifted his gaze to her face, he noticed her eyes seemed a bit glazed over.
“Heh heh, that’s the point. I’ve got skills, bro—better than those girls at the massage parlor…”
“You’re pressing too hard.”
“Massage works by using pain to trigger hormone release and make you feel good. You’ll get used to it.” Lin Cheng replied calmly, his fingertips roaming and rubbing along her long, snowy thighs.
Xu Wanyue obediently stayed still, but her waist kept rising and falling. When Lin Cheng glanced at her again, she was gently biting her finger to stifle any strange sounds.
It was just a massage, after all.
“This is just the beginner version…”
“There’s… an advanced version too?” Xu Wanyue’s voice turned panicked.
“Want to try it?” Lin Cheng looked into her eyes.
Xu Wanyue’s panic was obvious. Her eyes were full of conflict—first nodding, then shaking her head, looking both aggrieved and eager. Lin Cheng waited for her final decision. Finally, she whispered timidly, “I want to… just a little try… And I’ll say stop if I want to stop…”
“Heh heh, no sincerity. You think anyone gets my massage service? Nah, I’m done.”
Lin Cheng withdrew his hand and stood up. “I’m going to take a shower.”
Xu Wanyue slowly sat up on the sofa, puffing out her cheeks and gazing wistfully at him as he grabbed his pajamas and headed into the bathroom.
…How long would he take to shower?
Would there be enough time…
“Open up.”
A minute and a half later, Lin Cheng was at the door of Xu Wanyue’s room. She had gone back to her room but locked the door. Lin Cheng knocked, a playful smile on his lips.
“Why’d you lock the door?”
After a dozen seconds, Xu Wanyue opened it. Her eyes instinctively avoided his gaze as she stammered, “H-how did you shower so fast?”
“Huh, isn’t it just a quick rinse?” Lin Cheng looked at her innocently, then leaned in close to her eyes. “What were you doing locking the bedroom door?”
“N-nothing.”
“Then why lock it?”
“Just… locked it by habit…” Xu Wanyue’s voice grew more guilty. Lin Cheng watched her flushed cheeks, her expression a mix of grievance and shame, on the verge of tears. Finally satisfied, he reached out and pinched her cheek. “Your face is burning up.”
“It’s hot…” Xu Wanyue’s voice really carried a hint of a sob now.
“Yeah, it is kinda hot. I’ll go take another shower. Ten minutes okay?” Lin Cheng winked at her.
Xu Wanyue froze for a couple of seconds, staring at him. This jerk’s eyes had turned gentle again. So annoying.
“You… go ahead.”
“Mm.”
Lin Cheng turned and headed back to the bathroom, happily lathering up with body wash.
Ten minutes later, as promised, he returned to Xu Wanyue’s room. She had wrapped herself up in the blanket. The room was spotless, except for a few damp tissues in the trash bin—otherwise, everything looked normal.
Her white silk pantyhose were off. Lin Cheng’s fingertips touched her bare, tender thigh skin. He gave it a light pinch, then contentedly withdrew his hand. He pulled back a corner of her blanket, and Xu Wanyue sat up a bit, letting him rest his head on her soft abdomen.
Xu Wanyue turned on the TV, dimming the room’s lights. She seemed calmly focused on the screen, but she kept sneaking glances at Lin Cheng, her cheeks still rosy.
In the darkness, Xu Wanyue suddenly whispered.
“Lin Cheng.”
“Yeah?”
“What does… that kind of thing… really feel like?”
“Want to try it?”
“No way… That kind of thing… has to be with someone you like.” This time, Xu Wanyue’s tone was especially firm—almost stern.
“So you don’t like me even a little bit?” Now Lin Cheng’s voice took on a aggrieved note.
But Xu Wanyue fell silent for several seconds. Then, in a very soft voice that reached his ears.
“It’s you who doesn’t like me even a little bit.”
Perhaps because her tone was so serious, Lin Cheng couldn’t find the right words to reply. He fell silent too. After about four or five seconds in the dark, Xu Wanyue changed the subject, her voice lightening up. “So… what does it feel like, roughly?”
“I’m not a girl—how would I know?” Lin Cheng answered helplessly. Xu Wanyue realized, “Oh, yeah, true.”
“Then that girl in your room before… what was her reaction…?”
“She… she was pretty extreme. Wouldn’t stop after one go—ended up drooling, eyes rolling back, body shaking…”
“Sounds scary just thinking about it.” Xu Wanyue muttered softly. She suddenly reached out and pinched his ear, saying gently, “Thank you.”
“For what?” Lin Cheng asked, genuinely surprised.
“For not doing anything bad to me.” Xu Wanyue said earnestly.
“I did think about it…” Lin Cheng muttered softly.
…Just moments ago, Lin Cheng had seriously considered for a second if Xu Wanyue would refuse if he did something bad. For some reason, he felt that hazy-headed Xu Wanyue back then might not have. She was always so silly. Maybe it was more because… that Evolution Blood had come too easily, making her uneasy.
“But you didn’t.” Xu Wanyue leaned down, bringing her lips close to his, and planted a quick peck on them. “You’re so good.”
The soft touch of her lips seemed to scatter the random thoughts in his head. Lin Cheng let out a helpless chuckle. “Then tonight, I want to hold you while we sleep.”
“Mm, but I still want to clamp onto you… Clamping onto you feels so comfy, hee hee.” Xu Wanyue sneaked a laugh again.
