“Mmm...” Lin Yiyi let out a soft moan.
This thing was usually fine before it got triggered, but once it was, it would become utterly wild.
Su Yang scooped Lin Yiyi up in a princess carry and headed straight for the bedroom.
Lin Yiyi placed two fingers on Su Yang’s lips and cooed, “I want to take a shower first.”
“Alright, go ahead.”
He set her down, and Lin Yiyi shyly dashed into the bathroom.
“Whew!” Once the bathroom door closed, Su Yang exhaled sharply.
His heart was racing. Even though he’d been in plenty of battles lately, the experience was always different with different people.
He walked to the balcony, pulled back the curtains, and lit a cigarette.
[Ding! Detecting the host is in an excellent mood, thoroughly enjoying himself. Reward: 1 million yuan.]
About ten minutes later, the sound of running water stopped.
The door opened, and Lin Yiyi stepped out wrapped in a towel.
Su Yang approached her and asked, “Mind if I take a quick shower too?”
“Of course not.”
“Cool.” He walked into the bathroom.
Five minutes later, Su Yang emerged, bare-chested, having rinsed off hastily.
Just a short distance to the left of the bathroom was Lin Yiyi’s bedroom.
The light was on, and the door was slightly ajar.
Su Yang took a deep breath, a grin spreading across his face as he strode over with eager anticipation.
Pushing the door open, the sight before him nearly made his nose bleed.
Lin Yiyi was lying sideways on the bed, her sultry eyes locked onto him.
Su Yang swallowed hard. ‘Damn, she doesn’t look inexperienced at all. I’ll have to verify that myself.’
Smirking, he shut the door behind him and leaped onto the bed in one swift motion.
......
An hour later.
Su Yang lay on his back, while Lin Yiyi nestled against him like a delicate little bird.
The two began chatting idly.
[Ding! Detecting the host is in an extremely pleasurable state. Reward: 8 million yuan and a Maybach S680.]
Su Yang froze, replying in his mind.
—Huh? Didn’t you say no more cars for a while?
[Host’s needs were detected, and the condition of extreme enjoyment was met. Hence, the reward.]
—Holy crap, System, you’re way too considerate!! I’m touched!
Still grinning, Su Yang lay there but soon felt something off near his hip. He sat up to check.
‘Huh?!’
Lin Yiyi blushed and asked softly, “What’s wrong, Su-gege?”
“Nothing. You might need to change the bedsheet.”
“Oh... okay.” Lin Yiyi knew exactly what he meant. Flustered, she grabbed her pajamas, put them on, and sat up.
Su Yang dressed and left the room.
Ten minutes later, Lin Yiyi came out after replacing the sheet.
“Not too drunk, are you?”
“Nope, I’m fine now.”
“Good.”
Su Yang checked the time—11:30 p.m.
He debated whether to go home or stay. If he stayed, he’d be up for another round. If he left, now was the time.
Lin Yiyi sat beside him. “Su-gege, are you leaving?”
After a moment’s thought, Su Yang decided to head out. There’d be plenty of chances later. “Yeah, I’ve got some things to take care of. Otherwise, I wouldn’t go.”
Lin Yiyi pouted slightly. “Alright. When are you leaving?”
“Now. The longer I stay, the harder it’ll be to leave.” Su Yang chuckled as he stood.
At the door, he slipped on his shoes and turned to her. “Get some rest. It’s late.”
“Okay, Su-gege. Drive safe. Let’s grab dinner soon~”
“Deal.”
The door closed. Su Yang took a deep breath and walked to the elevator, pressing the button.
“Smooth sailing!”
Just as the thought crossed his mind, the elevator doors opened.
He stepped in and pressed the button for the first floor.
The elevator descended swiftly but stopped at the 12th floor.
Su Yang frowned, eyeing the doors as they slid open. ‘You’ve gotta be kidding me.’
Sure enough, there stood Lin Xiaomo, wearing a black lace nightgown.
“No way!”
Their eyes met, and Lin Xiaomo smirked.
“Heh, what do I call this if not fate?” She held the elevator door open, staring at him.
“You getting in or not?”
“I could skip it. I was just heading to the convenience store for yogurt.”
“In that?”
“It’s just a normal nightgown.”
Su Yang didn’t bother arguing. “Move your hand. I’m leaving.”
Lin Xiaomo bit her lip, her gaze smoldering. “Or you could stay.”
Su Yang felt heat rise in him again—he hadn’t fully satisfied his urges earlier with Lin Yiyi.
Screw overthinking. From now on, he’d take what came his way, no hesitation.
If they offered, it wasn’t his problem.
He sighed, shaking his head with a faint grin. “Fine. I’ll come in for a bit.”
“Welcome!” Lin Xiaomo beamed, leading him to her apartment and unlocking the door.
“No need for shoes.” She stepped inside first.
Su Yang followed, glancing around. The decor was a stark contrast to Lin Yiyi’s place—modern, minimalist, and spacious, about 120 square meters.
The living room was bright and tastefully designed.
Su Yang settled onto the couch.
Lin Xiaomo pulled a chilled Coke from the fridge and handed it to him.
“Here. Your favorite.”
Su Yang accepted it with a wry smile.
Unlike Lin Yiyi, Lin Xiaomo sat across from him instead of beside him.
They sat in silence for a moment.
“You know, the longer we sit here staring, the weirder it gets,” Su Yang remarked dryly.
Lin Xiaomo tilted her head. “So, who’s the hottie upstairs?”
“A friend.”
“A friend? The kind that shares a bed?”
“If that’s how you see it.”
“So, a girlfriend.”
Su Yang shook his head. “Nope. Just a friend.”
“Heh.” Lin Xiaomo smirked, studying him. “You’ve got quite the lineup now—beauties swapping in and out every few days.”
“Yeah, got a problem? You used to say I had no charm. What’s your take now?”
“A tiny bit more, maybe. But can these girls handle your... issues?” She prodded at his old insecurities.
But Su Yang wasn’t bothered anymore—he was a beast now.
Leaning forward, he met her gaze. “You’re welcome to test that theory.”
Lin Xiaomo stood and walked toward her bedroom.
Su Yang blinked. “What are you doing?”
“You said to test it. Well? Let’s test it.”
“Damn. Straight to business?”
"Then what else?"
"No, I mean, shouldn't there be some preparation or foreplay or something?"
"Just get in here first." Lin Xiaomo said as she pulled open the bedroom door and walked in.
This left Su Yang at a loss—he’d never encountered a situation like this before.
But he didn’t overthink it. He stood up and followed her into the bedroom.
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