Hearing this, Su Yang pictured the scene in his mind.
Though it would probably be quite nice, he didn’t have that particular kink.
“Uh, no need for that,” he said.
Pan Ning chuckled at his response and picked up her toiletries before heading into the bathroom.
With nothing to do for the moment and not feeling sleepy yet, Su Yang stood up and walked to the balcony for a smoke.
‘Haven’t checked my stats in a couple of days. Might as well take a look.’
—System, display latest attributes.
[Host: Su Yang]
[Age: 24]
[Height: 180cm]
[Weight: 74.5kg]
[Appearance: 88]
[Physique: 86]
[Body: 90]
[Charm: 90]
[Skills: Master of Body Management, Professional Racing Driver Skills, Golden Divine Body, Basic Combat Skills, God of Alcohol, God of Singing]
[Bonded Targets: Zhao Mengrou (Favorability: 70), Lu Yun (Favorability: 78), Lin Yiyi (Favorability: 50), Gu Xiaoman (Favorability: 65), Pan Ning (Favorability: 25), Shen Yixue (Favorability: 50), Lin Xiaomo (Favorability: 60), Tang Ziyun (Favorability: 50)]
[Balance: ¥30,000,000+]
Su Yang studied the virtual screen in front of him carefully.
—Damn, it’s already over 30 million?! Feels great to be rich. Though the system doesn’t seem to give out houses. Once I’ve got a bit more cash, I’ll buy myself a small villa to live in.
—This is awesome. But damn, the number of bonded targets is getting out of hand—one, two, three… seven, eight.
—Huh, Pan Ning’s really weird. Even Shen Yixue and a girl I just met have higher favorability than her.
—Whatever, not worth overthinking.
Just as Su Yang was muttering to himself, Pan Ning’s voice called out from the bathroom.
“Su Yang! Su Yang!”
Hearing her, Su Yang stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and walked back into the living room. “What’s up?”
“Come in here for a sec.”
“Come in… what?” Su Yang thought he’d misheard.
“I said come in here! Are your ears not working?”
“Heh, alright. You’re the one asking for this. Don’t blame me later.”
“Stop talking nonsense and hurry up.”
Su Yang’s heart raced as his mind conjured up images of the two of them in the bathtub together. Smirking, he walked over to the bathroom door.
“I’m really coming in, you know!”
“Just do it.”
“Fine.” Su Yang pushed the door open.
The moment he did, a wave of steam rushed out, thick with the scent of milk and honey. Through the mist, he could see Pan Ning soaking in the bathtub at the far end.
“What’s the matter?”
“Come here.”
“If I come over… I might not be able to control myself.”
Pan Ning rolled her eyes. “Just get over here!”
“Alright, alright. I’ve given you multiple warnings. Don’t blame me if something happens.” He walked over to the edge of the tub.
Inside the large white bathtub, Pan Ning’s head was the only thing visible above the milky water, her hair damp and cheeks flushed—an undeniably alluring sight.
However, due to the opacity of the milk bath, Su Yang couldn’t see anything below her neck.
“So what’s the issue?”
“I’m dizzy. My whole body’s gone numb, and I can’t move. Help me up.”
“Huh?” Su Yang froze, momentarily at a loss.
“How’d you go numb?”
“No idea. Probably the alcohol, plus the high temperature in here. Just help me up so I can recover.”
Su Yang swallowed hard. “Are you… wearing anything?”
“What do you think? Do people usually bathe in clothes?” Pan Ning shot him an exasperated look.
“Well… fine. I’ll help you. Do you wanna get dressed right away, or rinse off first?”
“Just get me up first. I’ll rinse once I can move again.”
“Got it.” Su Yang reached out but hesitated, unsure where to place his hands.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing. Here goes.” Steeling himself, he plunged his hands into the water.
Pan Ning exhaled sharply, her face turning even redder. “Don’t get any funny ideas. Just pull me up.”
“Right, right.”
Su Yang grabbed her hands and yanked her upward. The second she emerged from the water, his brain short-circuited. His grip faltered, and Pan Ning slipped right back into the tub with a splash, drenching half of Su Yang’s clothes in milky water.
“Shit!” Seeing her fully submerged again, Su Yang lunged to grab her—only to lose his footing on the wet floor. He tumbled headfirst into the bathtub.
......
Two minutes later, a flustered Su Yang helped a beet-red Pan Ning out of the tub and onto a small stool in the bathroom. He grabbed a towel from the hook by the door and draped it over her.
“Forget what just happened. Right now,” Pan Ning panted, her voice trembling with embarrassment.
This was the first time Su Yang had ever seen her so shy.
“Uh, sure. Anyway, I should go. If I stay any longer, I really won’t be able to hold back.”
“Wait.” Pan Ning, still sweating heavily, gasped, “Open the door. It’s too hot in here—I can’t breathe.”
“Got it.” Su Yang walked over and opened the door.
“I’ll leave now. Can you move yet?”
“It’s coming back. Feels like ants crawling all over me.”
“Want me to stay until you’re steady? Don’t want you falling again.”
“No, just go.”
“Alright.” Su Yang hurried out.
He stepped onto the balcony, sliding the glass door open, and took deep breaths of fresh air.
Truth be told, he’d been dangerously close to losing control earlier. Being squeezed into a small tub together meant unavoidable contact, but the fact that Pan Ning was completely helpless made him hold back—doing anything would’ve felt morally wrong.
Now soaked from head to toe, he’d need a shower himself once Pan Ning was done.
Twenty minutes later, Pan Ning emerged wrapped in a towel.
Su Yang glanced over. “You good now?”
“Yeah. Go shower.”
“Right.” Su Yang headed into the bathroom.
He stripped quickly and turned the water cold to cool himself down.
A few minutes later, freshly showered, he realized he’d forgotten to bring clean clothes.
Sticking his head out the door, he called, “Pan Ning?”
“What?”
“Uh, can you grab me some clothes from my room? Forgot to bring any.”
“Sure.”
Pan Ning, who’d been blow-drying her hair, turned off the dryer and went to his room. She returned shortly with his clothes and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Open up.”
Click.
The door opened a crack—about twenty centimeters.
Su Yang, hiding behind it, reached out blindly and grabbed what he thought were his clothes. Instead, his fingers closed around Pan Ning’s towel. In his daze, he tugged it inside.
The towel landed in his hands.
“Ahh!” Pan Ning shrieked. “What are you doing?!”
Su Yang, startled, yanked the door open. “What’s wrong?”
For a long moment, the two just stared at each other in stunned silence.
Su Yang's mind went blank. Before Pan Ning could react, he blurted out inexplicably, "Tonight... are you drunk?"
"A little."
Hearing this, Su Yang scooped Pan Ning into his arms and rushed into the room.
......
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