Chapter 527: Chapter 351 Contrast Chapter 527: Chapter 351 Contrast “Where did I go overboard?”
Shen Yuan, dressed in a bathrobe, sat on the bed with a teasing curve at the corners of his mouth.
“Sneaking into our bedroom, isn’t that overboard?”
Zhou Peiwei huffed defiantly, feeling a bit guilty sharing a bedroom with Shen Yuan, especially after what had just happened, and her gaze shifted restlessly around the room after speaking.
She didn’t dare get too close to Shen Yuan, standing just a step away from the door, ready to slip away if anything amiss happened.
“Did I really slip into your bedroom just now?”
Shen Yuan pretended to think deeply, “Could it be sleepwalking?”
“Dream on, big headed ghost!
You always trick people.”
Zhou Peiwei pouted, “Why did you call me over?
If there’s nothing important, I’m leaving.”
“Come sit for a while.”
Shen Yuan patted the bed beside him, shifting to make room.
“No way, you just want to bully me.”
Zhou Peiwei stood her ground, tilting her chin up defiantly.
Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows, “You don’t want me to sneak into your bedroom again while you’re asleep, do you?”
“Shen Yuan, you’re threatening me!”
Zhou Peiwei pouted unhappily, “You can’t do that.”
“Come on, it’s just a joke.”
Shen Yuan patted the bed again, “Come sit and let’s chat.”
Zhou Peiwei stomped her foot and then walked over.
Just before sitting down, she raised her fist and warned, “I’m telling you, no bullying, I’m not ready for that sort of thing.”
“Which sort of thing?”
“Just that sort, you definitely understand.”
Zhou Peiwei’s face turned red, and she nervously adjusted her hair.
Under the soft lighting, Zhou Peiwei, in her pajamas, looked especially enticing.
Her pale, well-maintained complexion bore hardly any blemishes or acne, even without makeup.
Her flaxen hair draped casually over her shoulders coupled with her sweet features made her particularly fetching. This content belongs to novelFirｅ.net
The delicate curves of her slender body were heart-stopping, especially the fullness of her breasts, which her loose pajamas could barely conceal.
For a moment, Shen Yuan felt like he was looking at a female protagonist from a manga.
After staring for a while, until Zhou Peiwei shyly looked down, Shen Yuan took her hand and sat her down, the other hand gently patting hers to reassure her: “So you mean, everything but that is okay?”
“Ah, no, that’s not it.”
Zhou Peiwei became even more flustered, her heart racing as Shen Yuan once again pointed out her hesitation, “None of it is okay.”
“That’s not very agreeable.”
Shen Yuan tenderly brushed her bangs to the side.
“How is that not agreeable…
We aren’t a couple, it’s inappropriate for you to do this.”
Zhou Peiwei muttered quietly.
“We could be a couple.”
Shen Yuan teased her nose, adding, “if you want.”
Zhou Peiwei paused, then turned to face him, looking seriously at Shen Yuan, “What about your other unclear girlfriends?”
She knew of two, one seen at Shen Yuan’s company, another mentioned by Luo Bingying.
Despite the situation, Zhou Peiwei found herself unable to resist Shen Yuan’s allure; even at school, she would often recall his roguish expressions, his frivolous gaze, his slender fingers, and even the image of his adam’s apple moving.
She admitted to herself that she might have a bit of a hand fetish, but even the attention to Shen Yuan’s throat was something inexplicable.
“They are not my girlfriends now.”
Shen Yuan reasoned inside that they were just flings like Beibei, besides, no one said one could only have one girlfriend.
Zhou Peiwei asked skeptically.
“Of course it’s true.”
This was not the time for Shen Yuan to deny it, as men can concoct any lie when trying to lead to sex.
“I don’t believe you.”
Zhou Peiwei pouted and then said, “Besides, you lack any sense of ceremony, no confessions, no gifts.
Even if you really don’t have a girlfriend, I wouldn’t agree.”
Shen Yuan chuckled; “So, if there were ceremony and gifts, you would agree?”
“You’re trying to trap me again.”
Zhou Peiwei tilted her chin up, “I’d still need to think about it.”
“Alright, no worries, we can always get to know each other better in advance.”
Shen Yuan held Zhou Peiwei’s palm, silently playing with it, occasionally pinching the center, then kneading her soft, slender fingers.
Her body, her skin, even her palms were so well-maintained and smooth, clearly moisturized often.
“Who wants to get to know you better.”
Zhou Peiwei’s face flushed with excitement, but she remained reluctantly coy.
“Shen Yuan, how did you tell it was me in our dark room just now, and not Bingying?
What if you touched her by mistake?
Aren’t you afraid of getting it wrong?”
Actually, Shen Yuan was just taking chances, whoever he touched, he touched.
“There was some light seeping through the door crack, I could faintly see the outline of your quilts bulging.
You are 1-2 cup sizes larger than Luo Bingying, it was easy to tell on a closer look.”
Zhou Peiwei’s cheeks burned hotter, “Then you better keep doing that, what if one day I’m not wearing a bra, our heights might be similar, and what if you touched her…wait.”
Zhou Peiwei suddenly realized something, “How did you know I am larger by 1-2 cup sizes than Bingying?”
Shen Yuan paused, but quickly recovered, responding, “It’s obvious, she is not as…
well, not as full as you.”