Chapter 184: Such an Evil System
Qiao Xier's dark blue cotton shirt was still tangled over her head, not yet fully off, but her upper body was completely exposed. Her delicate collarbones and fair, tender skin shimmered under the light, glowing faintly. On both sides, her full breasts were barely held by a pair of small leaf-shaped cups, revealing more than they covered. Her earlier motion had knocked the bra askew—her left side completely exposed.
Though her pink buds weren't fully visible, faint blushes could already be seen beneath the fabric…
Zhang Yang swallowed hard and did what any normal man would—he moved in, wrapped his arms around her elbows while her head was still trapped in the shirt, and pinned her down.
With her head still covered, Qiao Xier cried out, "You bastard!"
Before she could finish, she felt a chill on her chest—the two little leaf cups had vanished.
"You pervert! I said we were only taking pictures, and you're stripping me—mmph!" Whether she was really crying or faking it, she shrank down on the bed, one arm trying to cover her ample breasts, the other yanking the shirt off her head. She glared furiously at Zhang Yang. "I told you, I'm still not done with my period."
"Don't believe me? Check for yourself." She glared at him again, bit her lip, and undid the button on her blue jeans.
Her face wasn't tear-streaked, but flushed bright red, with a hint of fear in her eyes. Zhang Yang's heart trembled—she clearly wasn't ready.
His desire was burning, but he didn't want to force her.
After all, this was the woman he loved. She once said her first time should be under blue skies and clear waters, with seagulls flying overhead. Even if penguins and polar bears couldn't exist together, he didn't want to shatter her girlish dream.
Thinking of that—
He grabbed the cotton shirt from the side and gently covered her chest, kissed her cheek softly, and said, "Sister Qiao, don't worry. If you don't nod, I won't touch you. Alright?"
Qiao Xier froze, not expecting him to restrain himself at such a moment. Her lips curved shyly before she lifted her chin and kissed him lightly. "Thank you, Yangzi. Sister Qiao promises—this life, I'll only follow you."
"You better mean that," Zhang Yang thought, amused. "So you weren't planning to stick to just me before?"
"Mhm!" Qiao Xier nodded seriously.
Then she calmly removed her shirt entirely, boldly baring her proud breasts. She clearly hadn't been touched before—her pink nipples looked like two rosebuds resting on snow.
"You take yours off too. Let's take a few pictures." She picked up her iPhone from the desk.
"You're really planning to use that trick on your dad?" Zhang Yang's eyes stayed glued to her snow-white breasts. His lower body was already as hard as steel—damn it, she was tempting him on purpose.
"Just in case," Qiao Xier said casually.
She glanced down at his body, blushed, but smiled playfully as she deliberately exposed her enticing chest even more. "Let's see how long you can hold it in."
"No dirty thoughts." Qiao Xier stepped up to him, gently took off his jacket like a caring wife, and unbuttoned his shirt until he was down to a thin undershirt.
Zhang Yang stared at her trembling, uncovered breasts and thought, There's no way in hell I'm not having dirty thoughts.
With a mischievous smile, Qiao Xier struck a perfect forty-five-degree pose, pouted, pressed her chest tightly against his, covering the sensitive spots. "Click! Click!" The iPhone snapped several shots in quick succession.
Then she looked at the photos, frowned, and after a moment's thought, wrapped her arms around his waist, sliding her hands along his back to pull off his undershirt.
"No dirty thoughts…"
Before Zhang Yang could react, she giggled and pressed her chest firmly against his bare torso again.
The warmth and softness of her skin exploded through his nerves, flooding his brain. It felt like sinking into a living cloud, soft yet full of springy resilience.
To make matters worse, Qiao Xier kept shifting, adjusting angles, rubbing against his chest as she tried to find the best position.
"Sister Qiao, if you keep this up, what I said earlier won't count anymore…" Zhang Yang's voice was hoarse. If she didn't stop, he might not be able to.
"I know." Qiao Xier shot him a teasing glance, then snapped a few more photos. "Okay, done. I'll send them to you later."
Without even looking at him, she tossed the phone on the bed, grabbed her bra, and put it back on with lightning speed.
"Out, out!" Fully dressed again, she suddenly changed her attitude completely—like he was some john who hadn't paid up.
Zhang Yang was speechless. If he'd known she'd pull this, he wouldn't have made those gentlemanly promises earlier—he would've just pushed her down.
"Bang!" The door slammed shut. Staring at it, his half-naked self freezing, Zhang Yang realized he'd just been played.
Downstairs dining room.
"Serves you right." Seeing Zhang Yang's miserable face, Xu Danlu sat beside him, grinning wickedly. "Let me guess—you didn't get anywhere, did you?"
"Shh, keep your voice down. Sister Wang's here." Zhang Yang glanced at the busy nanny in the kitchen. Not exactly a topic for public discussion.
Xu Danlu smirked, rolled her eyes, and reached under the table to pinch him. "Alright, alright, your Lulu wife will take care of you later."
"Now that's a good wife." Zhang Yang grinned, sliding his hand under the table. Lulu was wearing a mini skirt without stockings, so his hand easily found smooth, bare skin.
Feeling a sudden chill, Xu Danlu instinctively squeezed her thighs together. "Cold, you jerk! I'm trying to talk serious here."
"Chen Tianxiong just called," she added. "He said he tried your number, but your phone was off."
Zhang Yang had turned his phone off earlier, thinking he might finally get lucky with Qiao Xier. Hearing it was Chen Tianxiong, he knew it had to be important.
He frowned, reluctantly pulling his hand back. "What did he say?"
Upstairs, Qiao Xier was now fully dressed, standing at the top of the stairs. Xu Danlu glanced at her and said quietly, "Sister Qiao's father went to see Chen Tianxiong—to ask about you."
She filled a bowl with soup and set it in front of Zhang Yang. "Uncle Qiao was Chen Tianxiong's old commander, but he didn't say much."
Zhang Yang let out a small sigh of relief. He hadn't expected that coincidence—Chen Tianxiong had actually served under Qiao Xier's father. That explained why, when Zhang Yang and Qiao Xier first crossed into his territory, Chen had let them go despite having the upper hand. He'd thought it was luck—but it was all thanks to Qiao Xier.
Still, it seemed like Qiao Xier herself didn't know that.
"Got it." Zhang Yang looked at Xu Danlu, who despite just being discharged, still acted like a caring wife as she ladled soup for him. His heart warmed.
"Sister Qiao, we've got pigeon and mung bean soup, and crucian carp soup today," Xu Danlu said with a grin as Qiao Xier walked in. "I heard both are perfect after… well, you know."
Qiao Xier's face instantly flushed red. She shot Zhang Yang a fierce glare. Clearly, that was his doing.
Zhang Yang just stared at the floor. Wrong place, wrong time.
After lunch, Qiao Xier went back to the hospital. The nanny, Sister Wang, went out shopping for groceries. The big villa was left with only Zhang Yang and Xu Danlu.
Having been pent up all morning, Zhang Yang waited until Qiao Xier's car disappeared, then shut the door, scooped Xu Danlu into his arms, and threw her onto the couch, lifting her skirt.
"Ah! I haven't showered yet!" Xu Danlu kicked her legs in protest.
"Then we'll shower together."
Xu Danlu narrowed her eyes, then nodded.
Zhang Yang's heart raced. They'd done it many times, but showering together—that was a first.
Carrying her upstairs, he went straight to the bedroom. Every room in the villa had its own bathroom—just like a hotel suite, complete with a bathtub and heater.
"Don't look!" Xu Danlu, usually confident and sexy, was suddenly shy. But Zhang Yang ignored her and stripped her bare.
"We're like an old married couple. Stop pretending."
Xu Danlu stomped her foot in mock anger, but soon melted in his arms again.
"You… you've been watching too many Japanese films, haven't you? Damn those pervy cherry boys—they've ruined you men." She gasped breathlessly, her eyes glazed. When had Zhang Yang gotten so good?
If only he could tell her—this was the power of the Advanced Bedroom Technique. As she lay in the bathtub, her snowy hips facing him, Zhang Yang pounced.
Afterward, watching the exhausted Xu Danlu curled under the white sheets, Zhang Yang couldn't help but grin. Who knew the Advanced Bedroom Technique was this powerful…
[System Reminder: Due to successfully conquering Star Mender No. 32 with loyalty above 90, system points +3. Current system points: -28. Title updated to…]
"Pfft!" Zhang Yang almost fell over. What the hell? Even this earns points? Damn system, how evil can you be?
"Lulu…" Zhang Yang's eyes lit up. If that earned points, then what was there to worry about?
"Mhm…" Xu Danlu weakly fluttered her eyelids.
"Wanna go again?"
"No…"