10 – Competing with the Man for the Fish Pond
Yu Ai gathered her long hair in front and pulled the zipper herself, but couldn’t reach the middle part. She said to Han Haoyu, “Quick, help me pull it down. I can’t reach the back.”
Seeing the man behind her unmoving, Yu Ai urged again, “I’m wearing clothes underneath.”
“Hmm.” After a moment of silence, Han Haoyu still used his large hand to pull down the zipper of the dress.
The zipper on the back of Yu Ai’s long dress was quite long, extending all the way down below her waist.
The skin beneath the woman’s white dress was delicate and snow-white, even fairer and more translucent than the white dress itself.
The straps of the white lace lingerie inside were revealed, appearing and disappearing with the wearer’s breathing, and a hint of fullness could vaguely be seen.
Yu Ai handed the medicinal wine bottle to Han Haoyu, “It seems to hurt right around the center of my waist.”
With the twisting of her movements, the back of her dress opened wide, and even the lower edge of the low-rise white lace could be seen, pressed against her skin and revealing its delicate hue.
Han Haoyu’s eyes darkened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.
“What are you doing?” Yu Ai pouted, somewhat displeased. “Why are you so slow?”
“Ahem.” Han Haoyu cleared his throat, his gaze shifting elsewhere.
He poured the medicinal wine into his palm, trying his best not to look at the woman lying on the sofa, and used his hand to massage the area where she felt pain.
Just one touch, and he heard Yu Ai softly exclaim, “Ouch! That hurts.”
He quickly looked and saw that the skin on Yu Ai’s back was fair, without the redness typical of a sprain. “Where does it hurt?”
“Right where you just touched. Just massage it for me.”
Han Haoyu’s hand moved even more gently.
“A little further down, I think.”
The woman’s soft, delicate voice was easy to let one’s imagination run wild. He moved his hand further down.
Then he heard the woman say again, “A little to the left.”
Han Haoyu wondered if Yu Ai was teasing him and questioned, “Did you really sprain it?” But then he thought Yu Ai wasn’t the type to do such a thing.
Sure enough, Yu Ai turned her head, looking displeased. “Is that how you see me? If you don’t want to help with such a small favor, just forget it.”
Han Haoyu pressed harder with his hand, and Yu Ai let out a soft cry, “Ah~ be gentle!”
The sound, combined with Yu Ai’s prone position and expression, made him feel a rush of heat, his heart restless and his breathing rapid.
But Yu Ai, unaware of the effect she was having, turned her face back down.
Not long after, Han Haoyu heard the sound of light, even breathing.
He felt frustrated. She had fallen asleep comfortably from the massage! Was she a pig? Falling asleep just like that.
After helping Yu Ai zip up her dress and carrying her to the guest room to rest, Han Haoyu went to the shower and took a cold bath.
…
After sleeping for another two hours, Yu Ai woke up in bed, stretching lazily. That young man’s massage skills were pretty good!
Glancing at her phone, it was only midnight—the perfect time for serious business. Someone was going to have trouble sleeping tonight!
“Master, I beg you, please stop messing around,” 001 said, on the verge of tears. “With that scene on the sofa just now, Han Haoyu’s Affection Points for you dropped another 15 points. It’s already at -90!”
Yu Ai: “Oh.”
She got up and checked the wardrobe in the guest room—there was nothing in it.
Han Haoyu was lying in bed, the image of the woman’s slender, fair, and smooth skin flashing in his mind, making it impossible to sleep. Just as Zhou Hui had sent him a message and he was about to reply, he heard two knocks on the door.
Was she awake?Han Haoyu opened the door with an impatient expression. “What? What is it?”
“I want to take a shower. Do you have any clothes?”
“I don’t have women’s clothes here.” Han Haoyu looked at Yu Ai and said, “You sprained your waist today, so don’t get it wet. Just tough it out for one night.”
“Ah… I’ll be careful,” Yu Ai shook her head. “I can’t sleep without showering!”
Han Haoyu knew Yu Ai was particular about cleanliness. After thinking for a moment, he said, “I’ll go buy some for you.”
“No need to trouble yourself.” Yu Ai squeezed into his room. “I’ll just borrow one of yours for now.”
Yu Ai opened his wardrobe and rummaged through the clothes one by one. “What are you afraid of? You even wore my clothes when we were kids.”
She glanced at Han Haoyu and teased, “And it was a little dress too~”
“…” Han Haoyu’s face darkened. That was so long ago, how could she still remember? He only wore her clothes back then because he lost a game and was punished.
“Alright, this one will do.” Yu Ai picked up a T-shirt and headed out.
Han Haoyu wanted to stop her—that T-shirt was from Zhou Hui—but then he thought among all his clothes, only that T-shirt was somewhat cute.
As for why Yu Ai chose that particular one? Of course because she immediately recognized it was from Zhou Hui. The T-shirt was pure white, but the magical girl logo on the left chest was exactly the same as the one on the slippers by the door.
Yu Ai took out her phone, took several selfies in the mirror, then opened her social media and selected the photos.
After some thought, she wondered: how could she make this properly provocative?
She captioned it: “So strange, why would a boy like magical girls too?”
Set the privacy to “Zhou Hui only” and posted!
After leaving the bathroom, Yu Ai ran back to knock on Han Haoyu’s door.
Han Haoyu was just about to answer Zhou Hui’s call when he heard the knocking, so he had to put down his phone.
“What now?” He still looked impatient.
“Am I bothering you too much?” Yu Ai asked cautiously. “Sorry, I just can’t sleep in unfamiliar environments.”
Han Haoyu, being a typical straightforward guy, said, “Then should I take you back?”
“That’s too much trouble. The guest room is too empty—it hasn’t been used in a long time and lacks human presence. How about we switch rooms?”
Han Haoyu had been practicing driving all day and was already sleepy. He nodded, “Fine, I’ll sleep in the guest room.”
As he turned to get his things, Yu Ai pulled him out. After entering his room, she smiled at Han Haoyu and said, “Goodnight.”
Then the door closed. He stood there somewhat dazed—whose home was this anyway?
When he reached the guest room, he realized he’d forgotten his phone. Whatever, he was too tired. He’d reply to Zhou Hui tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Yu Ai glanced at Han Haoyu’s phone left on the bed. Zhou Hui’s WeChat calls and video calls kept popping up on the screen, followed by several frantic messages.
It seemed Zhou Hui had already seen her social media post. Mission accomplished. Yu Ai deleted the post immediately and turned off Han Haoyu’s phone completely.
Then she lay down and went to sleep!