System, I'm About to Be Defiled (12)

When An Xiaowei came out of the bathroom, she didn’t dare to look at Ning Moqing sitting on the sofa.

To be fair, she could understand—Ning Moqing had known An Xiaowei for a long time, so their interactions felt natural.

With just a glance, Ning Moqing noticed An Xiaowei standing stiffly against the wall, pressed so close to it that she barely moved.

For some reason, this inexplicably struck her as adorable.

What was she even doing?

“There’s no need for that. I poured you some water—drink it and rest for a bit. Since An Wan isn’t here, I’ll cook later, and I’ll drive you home tonight.” Ning Moqing patted the spot beside her. An Xiaowei’s eyes flickered before she hesitantly sat down next to her.

This was the first time she’d been so close to a girl.

An Xiaowei was so nervous she could barely breathe.

What do I do? She’s so close. Why is she letting me sit this near? She must like me—I don’t care, I’m done for. System, I’m about to be defiled.

A-Si: (ノ￣ー￣)ノノ

“Sweetheart, how much baijiu have you had?” A-Si really wanted to sober up this drunken Xiaowei.

“I don’t drink baijiu, only Jiangxiaobai,” An Xiaowei argued with the system.

But… why did the system call her sweetheart?

This player system must call every host that.

An Xiaowei saw right through it.

“If you don’t drink the water soon, it’ll get cold,” Ning Moqing’s gentle voice murmured by her ear. An Xiaowei quickly dismissed her wild thoughts and picked up the glass to drink.

With the heating pad on her stomach, she did feel a lot better.

So much so that she even started feeling drowsy.

An Xiaowei glanced down at the glass—was there sleeping pills in this?

After finishing the water, she became even more convinced. There must have been sleeping pills—why else would I be so exhausted?

Help! This girl is trying to have her way with me.

Before she could fully grasp the cruelty of the world, An Xiaowei slumped over on the sofa and fell asleep.

“She fell asleep that fast?” Ning Moqing was surprised.

That medicine shouldn’t have such a strong effect—it was just for her pain, wasn’t it?

Baffled, Ning Moqing reached out and poked An Xiaowei’s cheek. Soft, bouncy, and squishy—so cute.

Her eyes curved slightly, a mesmerizing smile playing on her lips.

Serves her right for being cheeky.

After placing a cushion on the sofa, Ning Moqing straightened An Xiaowei’s limbs, admiring the tiny figure sprawled out. She couldn’t help but cover her mouth to stifle a laugh.

It was just too funny.

So when An Xiaowei woke up, she saw Ning Moqing watching TV and laughing to herself.

What’s so funny?

What’s there to laugh about?!

She was about to bare her teeth in protest when she realized her stomach didn’t hurt at all—instead, it felt warm and comfortable.

So comfortable she could eat two whole cows in one sitting.

“Still hurting?” Ning Moqing asked.

“No,” An Xiaowei shook her head.

But with her period in full swing, she still felt weak. I need to hurry and track down Li Jiaojiao before An Wan gets free.

In the novel, Li Jiaojiao was the top female antagonist, written as both stupid and clumsy.

“Um, I have some things to take care of, so I won’t bother you anymore.” With that, An Xiaowei grabbed her bag from the coffee table and rushed out the door.

Ning Moqing watched her fleeing figure, stroking her chin thoughtfully before glancing at the sudden glow of a blue screen and keyboard materializing before her.

An Xiaowei went home and left her things in the bathroom.

Tracking down Li Jiaojiao wasn’t hard. As Yan Chen’s number one simp, Li Jiaojiao’s footprints were all over his social media. An Xiaowei sent her a friend request.

“Who are you?” Li Jiaojiao’s hostility was palpable.

An Xiaowei had once been a man—she understood men all too well. Someone like Yan Chen wouldn’t be hard to win over.

If Li Jiaojiao stopped being so obnoxious, she could easily become the white moonlight in his heart.

“You like Yan Chen, right?” An Xiaowei asked. “What if I told you there’s a perfect way to make sure he’s yours forever? Would you do it?”

Li Jiaojiao froze, completely unprepared for such an offer.

She had noticed Yan Chen seemed interested in another girl lately, which had put her in a foul mood. When she threw a tantrum about it, he got angry instead.

“What’s the method?” Li Jiaojiao asked, half-believing.

This mysterious person’s profile was completely empty, making her uneasy.

“You know about green tea girls and white lotuses, right? You don’t need to be a white lotus—just a high-tier green tea will do.”

If this were a female-oriented novel, An Xiaowei wouldn’t suggest this, but since it was male-oriented, she had Yan Chen’s psychology nailed down.

Men loved high-tier green tea girls—gentle, understanding, and seemingly perfect. Who wouldn’t like that?

The term high-tier green tea made Li Jiaojiao uncomfortable at first, but after An Xiaowei sent her a few reference posts, she started wavering.

Huh… this actually seems effective.

“Chasing guys isn’t just about jealousy—you need strategy.” An Xiaowei hammered out a long message for Li Jiaojiao, her fingers nearly giving out.

As long as this antagonist wasn’t completely brain-dead, this plan should work.

An Xiaowei provided case studies, even sending links to outfits that would appeal to male tastes.

Li Jiaojiao was stunned—she almost kowtowed to An Xiaowei on the spot.

Watching all this, A-Si finally couldn’t hold back. “How do you know so much about this?”

“I was a man. Of course I know what men like.” An Xiaowei smugly puffed up her nonexistent tail.

Now, it was time to see the results.

The only reason Yan Chen paid attention to An Wan was because of her identity, but An Wan’s personality had a slightly spoiled streak (albeit in a cute way).

However…

If Li Jiaojiao mastered the art of understanding men, the outcome would be completely different.

Plus, An Xiaowei had another card to play—Lin Zixuan.

By targeting both sides, she refused to believe it wouldn’t work.

“You’re evil, little dumpling.” A-Si finally understood An Xiaowei’s plan.

She was molding Li Jiaojiao into the epitome of gentleness, so when An Wan acted up, Yan Chen would inevitably compare her to his ever-understanding childhood friend. Even if he didn’t abandon An Wan, he’d seek comfort from Li Jiaojiao.

Meanwhile, whenever An Wan felt wronged by Yan Chen, Lin Zixuan would step in as the “friend,” slowly boiling the frog until the effect took hold.

“Why do you keep giving me weird nicknames?” An Xiaowei was so done with this system.

“Do I?” A-Si feigned innocence.

“But the thought of turning this fluffy urban romance into an angsty drama is just… thrilling.” An Xiaowei grinned.