Murmured whispers, seductive and alluring.
Zhou Wenshi was originally an aloof immortal, but now he was like a demon bewitching hearts, tempting one to do something to him.
To leave marks on his well-defined chest.
To pin him down, strip off his bathrobe, and let him no longer conceal the allure of his body.
To kiss him, possess him, and watch him fall into the mortal world, unable to restrain his own desire.
Chu Yao: "…" What kind of trashy web novel description is this?
Zhou Wenshi's posture was open and unreserved—it was just that his bathrobe wasn't fastened properly again, leaving what should be covered exposed, which made him seem very much like he was inviting certain thoughts. And he was generously sharing.
With an air of "you can touch, feel free to touch."
Chu Yao: "…" What a sin.
Fortunately, she knew he wasn't that kind of person—it was just that his words were easy to misunderstand.
"This, the pectorals, I don't—"
"It's **."
"…"
Her mind suddenly went blank, the world falling silent.
Chu Yao was so shocked she couldn't speak for several seconds, staring at him dumbfounded.
She pointed at him, then tremblingly pointed at a certain place, stunned by the male lead's explosive declaration: "You… you…"
Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit shit shit—what kind of person is Zhou Wenshi?!
How… how could he say something like that?!
Telling her to touch his **!
This this this—
Chu Yao's hands trembled as she felt she'd encountered a pervert. She curled her fingers, her lips also quivering: "I… I… you…"
She was genuinely short-circuiting.
Wait no… wait… this isn't right, how could he take that kind of posture and say those words?
Zhou Wenshi remained shameless, still looking at her, his gaze like a little hook: "Do you want to?"
Chu Yao slowly turned her head away, facing her back to him: "You—you let me calm down for a moment. Also, don't come near me."
She was still processing the information.
It was absolutely mind-blowing.
How could Zhou Wenshi?!
Why would he?!
Chu Yao was full of shock and confusion.
How… how did things develop like this?
Wasn't he supposed to be doing his handicraft? How could he…
Chu Yao's inner voice was screaming: AHHHHHHHH—
No, this isn't right, how could he?! How could he say those words to her?!
He he he he was utterly shameless! Unchaste! Morally corrupt!!
How could he say those words without changing his expression, so casually and lightly?!
She hugged her knees in contemplation.
Which step went wrong to make the male lead mutate like this?
Zhou Wenshi's ears weren't unaffected either—it was just that when her gaze fell on him, he couldn't help but blurt out such bold words, uncontrollably wanting to seek her favor, wanting her to…
Now she was hugging her knees with her back to him, and he wanted to embrace her from behind, kiss the nape of her neck, wrap his arms around her, pressing his scorching breath against her.
Until she too was willing to…
Zhou Wenshi felt a wave of restless heat, as if something inside him was pulsing, making him want to get close to her, kiss her, beg her.
Beg for her gaze to focus solely on him.
He didn't know how to do it—he wanted her to teach him.
If she didn't know either, they could learn together.
All he knew was that he was instinctively craving her right now.
Wanting… to be with her, wanting to be…
Wanting.
Chu Yao pondered for a long time without reaching a conclusion, and couldn't help but ask: "Have you felt anything off today?"
Behind her, Zhou Wenshi's voice was a bit low, and a bit rough: "Like…?"
Chu Yao found it strange but didn't think much of it. "Just dizziness, or feeling like you're not yourself for a moment, losing control—things like that."
She listed the common signs of soul transmigration.
Though very few people could transmigrate into the male lead's body and replace him, there was always that one-in-a-million chance.
It wasn't like she didn't know about these things.
If the male lead hadn't been acting so strangely, she wouldn't have even thought of this. Now, she could only work through it by process of elimination.
When it came to investigating anomalies, Chu Yao had plenty of patience.
Zhou Wenshi let out a strained, shallow breath. "…No."
Chu Yao found it even stranger. Why did this sound so much like when they were on a voice call…?
She turned around, her expression odd. Zhou Wenshi was leaning against the sofa, a faint flush on his face, his lips slightly parted. His bathrobe had fallen open even more, revealing red marks, with most of one shoulder exposed.
Chu Yao: "…"
Wait—so that was what he had been doing back then…
Chu Yao suddenly realized the truth, her shock and uncertainty mounting. She wanted to say something but held back, unable to wrap her head around it.
Why would he do something like that during a voice call? Wasn't that weird?
She had thought he was feeling unwell at the time.
Now that she knew the truth, she still felt a bit awkward. No male lead should be acting like this.
This wasn't the time to dwell on it. Chu Yao set those questions aside and asked him seriously, "Are you sure?"
Zhou Wenshi lifted his eyelids, his vividly colored lips parting, his gaze clinging to her with an entrancing allure as he stared at Chu Yao. "No."
She muttered, "That shouldn't be right."
Chu Yao couldn't figure it out. "Everything seems normal. There shouldn't be anything unusual, but how… it doesn't make sense."
She was thoroughly puzzled.
Zhou Wenshi asked softly, "What's the situation?"
Chu Yao ignored his current state and focused only on her confusion. "You were even planning to let me touch that. How is that right?"
The male lead was supposed to be pure and self-disciplined, never letting anyone touch him. She was just a nobody—her being able to touch the male lead was what was wrong.
"We're boyfriend and girlfriend. Why wouldn't it be allowed?" He breathed lightly, his gaze lingering, wanting her to stop thinking about other things. He took her hand, hinting at something. "…Wanting to touch and… take things further, that's all fine."
"Wait," Chu Yao yanked her hand back in shock, even more flustered. "You—what are you doing right now? Not only letting me touch you there, but also, also…"
She really couldn't finish that sentence.
It was too embarrassing!
Zhou Wenshi stared at her intently. "I got your hint this morning. It's fine. We… when do we start?"
Chu Yao was startled, stumbling over her words. "I—when did I ever hint at you? What did I hint at?"
Zhou Wenshi's face flushed slightly, direct and bold. "You looked at my there. Weren't you implying you wanted to do it with me?"
Chu Yao's eyes went wide, a string of curses running through her mind. She was startled again. "No, no, no—why would you interpret it that way? We came to the hotel because, because of… your… your personal situation."
She glanced at a certain part of him. "Didn't you, didn't you have some… internal heat, and needed to take care of it yourself?"
Zhou Wenshi froze. "Take care of it… myself?"
Chu Yao nodded frantically, afraid she'd be too slow. "Yes, yes, yes."
Zhou Wenshi looked bewildered. "So you weren't…?"
Chu Yao denied it. "Of course not!"
"How could I be that perverted? I—I wouldn't go that far! I just saw you were overheated and didn't want you to be embarrassed!"
Zhou Wenshi: "…"
Upon hearing this, he seemed somewhat disappointed: "So you didn't want to do it with me because you wanted me to do it myself…"
His flushed, delicate face still held traces of spring desire, his lip bead trembling: "In the hotel, by myself?"
Chu Yao: "…" The crudeness of his words inexplicably made her blush.
She couldn't sit still on the sofa anymore, standing up directly and coughing: "Um, you, you finish it yourself, I'll, I'll go get the takeout."
With the matter clarified, she picked up her phone and ran to the door, waiting for the delivery to arrive.
Only Zhou Wenshi remained, leaning back on the sofa, heat surging through his body.
Moisture gathered at his jaw, his Adam's apple rolling as he watched her figure, his gaze deepening, the heat in his body tormenting him, still unrelenting.
He tilted his head back, lips parting, letting out a very low gasp.
Leaning against the sofa, eyes closed, breathing softly.
His lips opened and closed, craving, enduring.
Lust and allure surfaced on his face, his lips redder, his lip bead more vivid, the breath he exhaled scorching hot.
Zhou Wenshi felt uncomfortable, a misty haze clouding his opened eyes.
He called out silently.
Chu Yao… Chu Yao…
She didn't come closer.
He was trying to quell this heat.
Wanting…
Wanting so badly…
Behind the door, Chu Yao's toes were already curling into the floor.
Oh my god, why did such an embarrassing misunderstanding happen?
How could Zhou Wenshi think she wanted to do it with him? That was hardly appropriate.
She was only a tiny bit craving his lips—she didn't deserve this punishment! QAQ
Craving lips and craving the body were two completely different things, and the difference was huge.
…Speaking of which, he was quite fair-skinned.
Chu Yao couldn't help but recall the clearly defined waist and abdomen and chest muscles she'd glimpsed from his loose bathrobe earlier.
He was actually in pretty good shape.
One look and you could tell he had strength.
She unconsciously touched her own lower abdomen, inhaled, tightened, and felt up from under her clothes.
Good, her abs were still well-maintained, with a nice shape too.
Chu Yao then admired her biceps—not bad, also decently trained.
At this rate, she wasn't losing to Zhou Wenshi.
Chu Yao felt reassured, not outdone.
A silence fell over the living room.
Zhou Wenshi's low, raw voice came through.
"…Chu Yao."
Call after call, all very soft.
Chu Yao wondered what was going on and walked over: "You…"
She arrived at the sofa, her right foot not yet fully lowered, and for a moment, she didn't know whether she should put it down.
Zhou Wenshi's eyes grew increasingly watery, and seeing her was like seeing hope: "…Chu Yao, help me."
Chu Yao: "…"
Zhou Wenshi pleaded helplessly: "I, I've never done it before, I don't know how."
Chu Yao: "…"
She believed that.
Some male leads, before meeting the female lead, had no such thoughts at all.
If Zhou Wenshi said he didn't know how, he probably really didn't.
But this matter…
Her expression turned subtle: "You want me to… help you?"
Zhou Wenshi gasped lowly in discomfort, his Adam's apple bobbing, his eyes pleading: "Just treat it as teaching me."
"Teach me… into what you like."
Chu Yao was instantly shaken.
His bathrobe had somehow become disheveled, the collar hanging open, trailing downward, revealing glimpses of his chest and abdominal muscles, his face flushed a thin red, and a layer of shy crimson spreading across the side of his neck.
Like a gift waiting to be unwrapped at any moment.
Especially when Zhou Wenshi looked at her with such dependent eyes, as if he didn't worry at all that she might do something to him, only letting her see him lost in the throes of desire.
Helpless, lost, not knowing the way, unable to resolve it for a long time.
It was just… how to put it.
He truly trusted her now.
To the extent of letting her paint on him as she pleased.
Admittedly, anyone else would have been a hundred percent tempted by that offer—might even have taken the initiative themselves.
Few could resist the urge to stain a blank canvas with their own colors.
But she couldn't. This was a line she could not cross.
Chu Yao apologized silently in her heart, her face cool. "No."
"I can't teach you."
"Why not?"
Like a fish craving water with no relief in sight, Zhou Wenshi's whole body was restless, his chest itching, lips parting and closing. He could only leave the sofa and stand before her.
The bathrobe had loosened further with his movement, his chest pale and dazzling, abdominal muscles prominent, lines beautifully defined.
His eyes, veiled in mist, looked at her.
He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek, entangling with her, the teasing mist swirling in her palm, in her gaze.
He drew closer, about to press against her.
Zhou Wenshi nuzzled her palm with a hint of dependence, murmuring softly, "Wouldn't it be nice… to carve me into something you like?"
His eyes were lowered, lashes long and dense.
If Chu Yao were willing, she could have him in an instant—possess his most raw, most fervent moments, make him completely hers.
Fortunately, she was no ordinary person.
She felt her palm grow warm as his cheek rubbed against it. Chu Yao was unaccustomed to this.
She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it fast.
Zhou Wenshi slowly opened his eyes, gazing at her with hope, like stars dancing.
Or like a faint flame.
Ignited by her, extinguished by her.
The atmosphere was just a tiny bit delicate.
His cupid's bow was nearly brushing the center of her palm.
Chu Yao suddenly remembered that in her dream, he had kissed her palm just like this—the touch feather-light, carrying warm breath, moist lips, and the sensation upon contact was strangely unsettling.
She abruptly pinched his lips together, squeezing tight.
Zhou Wenshi: "…"
Pinched as he was, he could neither open his mouth nor move. He could only stay frozen, Adam's apple bobbing, dependent and submissive.
But in Chu Yao's eyes, Zhou Wenshi had become Zhou Quack-quack.
She: "Pfft—"
Sorry, that was a bit funny.
Chu Yao burst out laughing: "Ha—hahahahaha-hic!"
Zhou Wenshi: "…"
He showed not a hint of displeasure, only watching her laugh, not attempting to open his mouth, quietly letting her pinch him.
The hand holding hers had also loosened.
Chu Yao squeezed his lips: "Oh, you've turned into a little duck."
She pinched again: "Pfft—quack quack!"
Zhou Wenshi's lips were very soft, his skin fine, smooth to the touch, carrying the natural warmth of a human body.
Chu Yao pinched a few more times, then let go: "If you're uncomfortable, go take a cold shower. You'll feel better after."
Zhou Wenshi looked at her: "…Okay."
In the end, she still did not paint on that blank canvas.
It concluded with Zhou Wenshi going to take a cold shower.
October wasn't yet cool; the summer heat still lingered.
Cold water struck Zhou Wenshi's skin, easing the restless heat within his body.
Water dripped, drip by drip.
He couldn't tell whether the disappointment of her refusing to teach him weighed more, or the disappointment of her refusing to touch him.
He wanted her closeness, wanted… her to crave kissing him the way he craved her.
All he knew was that this heat flared up quickly, yet lingered long, refusing to fade.
The mere thought of her face and her gaze was enough to set him ablaze anew.
Zhou Wenshi washed for a very long time, the sound of water never ceasing.
But when he vaguely heard Chu Yao calling his name, asking if he wanted to come out and eat, he suddenly… *ed.
Zhou Wenshi closed his eyes, leaning against the wall in a sorry state.
Fortunately, the cold water washed away the shameful mess.
It also made him realize where the heat should be released.
Drip, drop… the sound of water stopped.
He calmly dried himself, put his bathrobe back on, and walked out of the bathroom.
Chu Yao was sitting on the sofa, opening the pizza box, when she saw Zhou Wenshi emerge, still damp with steam, a faint flush at his temples, having regained his composure—the same expression she was used to seeing on him.
Zhou Wenshi had been in there for twenty minutes without coming out. The delivery had arrived, and she wasn't sure if he wanted any. Since it was still hot, she went and knocked on the door.
Unexpectedly, he came out pretty quickly.
Chu Yao was surprised: "That fast?"
Zhou Wenshi: "I heard you calling me."
Chu Yao put on her gloves: "Do you want some? After you eat, you're not allowed to say those things anymore, okay?"
Zhou Wenshi walked over and sat down beside her. Chu Yao tore off a slice from the eight-piece pizza, wrapped it in a glove, and handed it to him: "Here, this way your hands won't get dirty."
The pizza was still hot. After taking it, Zhou Wenshi asked, "Will you eat tomorrow?"
Chu Yao naturally followed the question, pondering for two seconds before grabbing another glove, tearing off a slice, and putting it in her mouth: "I don't know. I'll only know tomorrow."
Zhou Wenshi was still holding his slice: "Should I bring it to you?"
Chu Yao: "I might not want it tomorrow."
She herself didn't know what she wanted, so she never made plans in advance.
Chewing, she said: "If I want to eat today, I'll definitely eat it. Tomorrow isn't guaranteed—if I prepare for today, I might change my mind tomorrow and want something else. I suggest you don't waste your money."
"Although, money is meant to be spent, if you can avoid wasting it, don't waste it. Money isn't easy to earn, and you'll have plenty of places to spend it in the future."
The male lead seemed to have sunk some money into his startup in the early stages—she wasn't too clear on that part, hadn't paid much attention, just had a rough outline. She hadn't even seen the female lead appear yet.
Otherwise, she could have told him sooner what kind of chosen female lead he'd meet in the future.
Usually, people who get to be the female lead are pretty great.
She poked the back of his hand, and Zhou Wenshi looked at her.
Her fair, jade-like fingertips tapped lightly, clean and warm.
He suddenly thought of what had happened in the bathroom, and now he felt something strange. For some reason, his throat felt dry—he wanted to… hold them in his mouth, and also…
In short, he didn't want to let those fingers go.
Zhou Wenshi clearly sensed the subtle shifts in his mind and body, as if after crossing a boundary, he had slid to the other side.
He could only forcibly divert his attention.
Chu Yao said: "Don't do that again in the future. I was caught off guard."
The key point was that he needed to keep his virtue and not let other women see.
"Clothes aren't something you can just pull open casually—you need to keep them on properly."
"Also, maintain some distance. Even if we're boyfriend and girlfriend, you still need to be mindful."
Chu Yao emphasized: "Especially what you did today—no more of that next time."
"If you really don't know how, find videos online to learn from. There are plenty of tutorials."
"Of course, as a little personal suggestion from me, I'd recommend you learn, so that in the future… well… you can provide certain services."
"Times have changed. As a boyfriend, you have an obligation to learn how to keep your girlfriend happy in both body and mind."
As for how to make his girlfriend happy, that was something she'd leave for the male lead to learn on his own later—she certainly wasn't going to teach him that.
These things should be given to the female lead without reservation.
Thinking about it, Chu Yao felt she was worrying herself sick over this.
Why did this kind of burden fall on her?
It wasn't even in the mission requirements.
She was only supposed to experience life and just be a passerby, yet here she was, worrying about all this extra stuff.
She was going above and beyond, with no extra compensation for it.
Chu Yao took a big bite of pizza: "Anyway, that's all I have to say for now."
Zhou Wenshi listened, looking thoughtful.
…Perform some services?
He really didn't know how.
No wonder Chu Yao was unwilling—he had a lot to learn.
Once he learned, would Chu Yao be willing to do it with him?
And then… how many times would they do it? How long would Chu Yao like it? She'd hinted she preferred it to last longer.
Chu Yao saw him deep in thought and self-reflection, and nodded with satisfaction. At least the male lead was quick to catch on—it seemed he wouldn't continue this kind of behavior for now.
Zhou Wenshi, with his attitude of seeking the truth, hesitated for a moment: "To what extent should the service go?"
Chu Yao: ?
She was still chewing on her pizza: "You're asking me?"
Zhou Wenshi said sincerely: "I don't know how, but I'll learn."
Chu Yao: "…" If you ask me, do you think I'd know?
She'd only heard about male leads performing services from the female lead department—they all said that forced love and disregarding the woman's feelings weren't in style anymore.
This kind of job—the money was hard to earn, and the food was hard to swallow.
Chu Yao thought to herself, at least she'd never experienced it.
She'd come straight to her current department when she arrived, and had been working there ever since.
Now Zhou Wenshi was earnestly seeking answers, and Chu Yao was suddenly stuck.
She thought to herself, she couldn't exactly share her experience from reading spicy romance novels.
That stuff wasn't scientific.
Some of it even exceeded the limits of the human body.
The key issue was, everything she read was about forced love, dripping with steam, and there was also sibling stuff, sister-in-law opening the door—there wasn't a single proper one.
It was all various styles of stir-frying the female lead literature.
How was she supposed to explain that?
She still had some dignity to maintain.
Chu Yao could only say: "Go learn it yourself. Do you really need to ask me about this kind of thing?"
Zhou Wenshi answered seriously: "Okay."
"Once I've learned it, do I need to be tested?"
Chu Yao choked: "…This, let's talk about this later."
She shoved a piece of pizza at him: "Alright, alright, let's not discuss this kind of problem right now. Don't ask about irrelevant things during meals—these are all things you should learn privately."
When you're eating, just eat properly. Why talk about such dirty things?
It made her want to open her documents and take a look again.
But since Zhou Wenshi was here, it wasn't very convenient.
Zhou Wenshi indeed stopped asking questions on those topics, and Chu Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she could enjoy her pizza in peace.
She sat cross-legged, curled up on the sofa, and turned on the TV—only to find everything required a membership.
Chu Yao: "…"
She frowned: "Why does everything need a membership these days? Why make it so complicated?"
Zhou Wenshi scanned the QR code and activated all the memberships: "You can watch now."
Chu Yao: "You're wasting money. I was just complaining—cancel it."
Zhou Wenshi didn't care about the money. He pulled up the channels and tucked the sofa cushion over toward Chu Yao: "Watch it. It's already paid for."
"It's done. Don't worry about it."
Chu Yao felt he was a bit strange.
"How much was it? I'll transfer it to you later."
Zhou Wenshi said casually: "No need."
Chu Yao insisted: "No, you have to accept it."
Zhou Wenshi met her gaze and conceded.
"Okay."
Chu Yao felt a little strange under his gaze, so she finally turned his face toward the television.
"There's nothing drawn on my face. Watch the TV—you paid for it."
Zhou Wenshi looked at her again. "Okay."
She turned his face back to face the TV directly.
He: "…"
He didn't turn back again.