What a Pity You Missed It

Entering the bathroom, Su Yang leaned against the wall and said, "You go ahead and shower first. I'll grab you a towel."

As Su Yang turned to leave, his head spun slightly, and his body swayed uncontrollably. His foot slipped, sending him stumbling forward.

Pan Ning quickly reached out to steady him, but in his panic, Su Yang grabbed onto her tightly.

"Mmm~" Pan Ning let out a soft gasp as Su Yang's hands clutched her.

Once they regained their balance, Pan Ning said flatly, "Mind moving your hands now?"

"My hands?" Su Yang glanced down and realized one hand was gripping Pan Ning's shoulder while the other was...

"Oh, sorry about that." Su Yang hastily pulled his hands away.

Seeing the murderous glint in Pan Ning's eyes, he stammered, "Uh, I'll go get that towel."

With that, he bolted out of the bathroom.

"That felt amazing," Su Yang thought, his heart racing as he savored the lingering sensation.

He walked to the shelf near the door, where he found the shampoo, towels, and other toiletries that hadn't yet been moved into the bathroom.

Grabbing the items, he returned to the bathroom door.

"Pan Ning, have you started showering yet?"

"Can't you hear the water running?"

"Then I'll just leave these by the door. Grab them when you're ready."

"Hand them to me now. I need to wash my hair."

"Now? How am I supposed to do that?" Su Yang asked, baffled.

"Close your eyes."

"Fine, open the door then." Su Yang picked up the items from the floor and shut his eyes—though not completely, leaving just the tiniest slit open.

Pan Ning opened the door and took the toiletries from him. "Are you sure your eyes are closed?"

"They are. See for yourself."

"Tch. Close the door."

Bang—

The bathroom door shut behind her.

Su Yang smirked as he walked away. Through that barely-there gap, he'd caught a glimpse of Pan Ning's figure. She looked slender at first glance, but her curves were subtly voluptuous—just the right amount of softness in all the right places. While her chest wasn't as exaggeratedly full as Lin Yiyi's, it was still ample, and her waist-to-hip ratio was perfection.

"Damn, that body is something else."

Twenty minutes later, Pan Ning stepped out wrapped in a towel.

She untied the hair towel from her head and shook out her damp, flowing locks.

Su Yang, lounging on the couch, stared in a daze.

"Even without makeup, she's stunning. No wonder she's a 93-point beauty!"

"What are you mumbling about?" Pan Ning asked as she walked over and sat beside him.

"N-nothing."

"Where's the hair dryer?"

"I'll get it for you." Su Yang stood and fetched the dryer.

"Your turn to shower."

"Ah, right—"

Su Yang dashed into the bathroom, where a faint, sweet fragrance still lingered.

He rinsed off quickly, his mind preoccupied with what might happen later with Pan Ning.

By the time he finished, the alcohol had mostly worn off, leaving him clearer-headed.

After drying himself, he slipped on just a pair of sleep shorts and strode out bare-chested.

"That was fast," Pan Ning remarked, her hair still only half-dry.

"Guys shower quick."

Su Yang walked toward her. Pan Ning, tilting her head to dry her hair, glanced over—and immediately flushed.

"Are you trying to be a pervert? Put on a shirt!"

"It's my house. Why should I?" Su Yang grinned.

Pan Ning rolled her eyes and went back to blow-drying.

A few minutes later, noticing Su Yang still lounging nearby on his phone, she asked,

"Why aren't you going to bed?"

"I'm waiting for you."

"Waiting for what?"

"You know exactly what," Su Yang teased, waggling his brows.

"Pfft. I'm sleeping alone. I gave you a chance, but you blew it."

"What chance?"

"I said if you got me drunk, you'd get your shot. Too bad you couldn't handle it."

"Ugh, fine, you outdrank me. But trust me, I excel in other areas. You should test them."

Pan Ning snorted and ignored him.

Once her hair was dry, she stood. "Which room am I sleeping in?"

"The master bedroom, obviously."

"And you?"

"Also the master bedroom."

"No. If you're sober, I play by the rules. And my rule stands: you get me drunk, you get your way. Until then, I follow my rules."

Su Yang chuckled. "Is that rule just for me?"

"Mm. You could say that."

"Goodnight." Pan Ning headed straight for the bedroom.

"Interesting. Just wait till I unlock some 'alcohol god' skill—then we'll see who's laughing. Enjoy your victory while it lasts."

Su Yang lit a cigarette, took a few drags, then crashed in a spare room.

......

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, Su Yang woke groggily from a dream where he and Pan Ning had gone at it like rabbits.

He was still smirking as he checked the time—nearly 10 a.m.

After throwing on clothes, he wandered into the living room to find Pan Ning face-down on the rug by the sofa, mid-yoga pose.

She wore the same tight jeans from yesterday; yoga pants would've been ideal.

"Whoa, you're still here? Thought you'd have left." Su Yang rubbed his sleepy eyes as he watched her stretch.

"No rush. I’m not working today, and there’s nothing at home."

"Feels like you're the one who owns this place," Su Yang joked, leaning against the wall.

"You could’ve made me the lady of the house. Too bad you missed your shot." Pan Ning held her pose effortlessly.

Su Yang groaned. "Can we not bring that up? Mark my words, I will outdrink you someday. Keep gloating till then."

"I'll be waiting."

Su Yang tore his gaze away and headed to the kitchen, where he fried eggs and toasted bread.

"This is all I’ve got for now. Hope it’s okay?"

"Sure."

Pan Ning joined him at the table, and Su Yang handed her a yogurt.

"So, plans for today?"

Between bites, Pan Ning said, "Dunno. Oh, right—I’m gonna ask Meng Wenzhou to set up a racing track for me."

"You’re still hung up on that?"

"Obviously. My hobbies are simple: cars, booze, travel. You beat me last time. I need a rematch."

Su Yang studied her. "You really hate losing?"

"I don’t care about most things. But when it comes to my passions? Hell yes."

"Fair. You like traveling too?"

"Mm. Planning a road trip soon—nothing far, just camping around Haicheng. Wanna come?"

"Is that an invitation?"

"Duh." Pan Ning popped the last bite of toast into her mouth.

"Then I’m in! Though you’d be perfect if you dialed down the sass just a little."

"Not happening. I’m already way nicer to you than Meng Wenzhou. That guy’s been my punching bag since we were kids."

"Wait, what? No wonder he’s terrified of you! Hah!"

"That's hilarious." Su Yang was laughing so hard he nearly doubled over.

"Stop laughing, I'm leaving!" Pan Ning said as she stood up, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door.

"Going home?"

"Yeah, heading back for a bit."

"Let me walk you out."

"No need. Your place is practically empty—you should go stock up on some essentials. I'll just grab a cab."

"Alright then. See you tomorrow."

Bang—

The door shut behind her. Su Yang glanced at the time, remembering he had dinner plans with Lu Yun tonight.

"Ah, surrounded by beauties every day. Life’s good."