NOVEL NEXT chapter 93
93 Help me out, please! (1 / 2)
Fang Zhou told Chu Xian to change into a different outfit and leave, and his younger sister Fang Wenjing also agreed.
“Yeah, you haven’t finished eating yet, how can you leave now?”
The two people’s words may not be consistent, but they were both trying to let her change into a different outfit first.
Hiding her inner excitement, Chu Xian spoke softly, “I have no clothes.”
She covered her chest, turned around, and her expression on her face was very embarrassing.
Fang Zhou furrowed his brow, thinking about his sister’s clothes, which she should be too small to fit.
The two people’s body sizes were different, and it was definitely too small.
A thought struck her, and she had an idea.
“Wear my shirt.”
The young man’s pleasant voice fell into Chu Xinran’s ears, sounding like a melody from heaven.
Fang Wenjing immediately followed, “Yes, yes, yes, wear my brother’s clothes, he has so many shirts! Sister Xinran will definitely fit into them!”
Chu Xinran showed hesitation, and after a moment of difficulty, she responded, “This… seems to be the only way.”
“Brother, quickly take Sister Xinran to change clothes, she must be uncomfortable with her clothes all wet!”
Urged by his sister, Fang Zhou led Chu Xinran to his room.
He opened the wardrobe, rummaged through it, and quickly found a clean, unworn white shirt.
“Here, for you.”
After handing the shirt to Chu Xinran, Fang Zhou prepared to leave the room, then suddenly remembered something.
Her undergarments must be wet too.
Fang Zhou took a hairdryer from the closet and placed it on the table.
“Blow-dry the inside a bit, otherwise it’s quite uncomfortable.”
Holding the shirt given by Fang Zhou, Chu Xinran watched his retreating figure thoughtfully.
Once the door was closed, she leisurely began to observe the room’s decor.
Fang Zhou’s room was arranged in the same style as before, simple and understated.
Aside from a large bed and common furniture like a wardrobe and bedside tables, the most conspicuous item was a computer desk.
Chu Xinran knew that was his tool for live streaming.
But what caught her eye even more were the psychology books on the shelf.
“Psychology,” “Mental Hygiene,” “Genius on the Left, Lunatic on the Right,” and others.
She raised an eyebrow, finding it somewhat strange.
Was Fang Zhou interested in psychology?
Outside, Fang Zhou waited idly at the door for Chu Xinran to come out.
Leaning against the wall, he pondered his sister’s attitude towards Chu Xinran, wondering if it was a bit abnormal.
When he had hired Wu Shu as a tutor for her, she hadn’t been this enthusiastic, had she?
And for no reason at all, why did his sister suddenly ask about Chu Xinran’s romantic history?
According to Chu Xinran’s honest nature, if it weren’t for the choking incident earlier, would she have spilled everything?
Fang Zhou inexplicably felt that his thoughts were correct.
She would definitely do so.
Lost in thought, he was interrupted by Chu Xinran calling him from inside.
“Ark! Come in for a moment.”
Ark scratched his head, feeling a bit puzzled. Had it dried so quickly?
And why didn’t she come out herself, instead calling him in?
“Hurry up, I need your help.”
Chu Xinran urged again.
Ark had no choice but to push the door open a third of the way and check if she was dressed.
Peering inside, Chu Xinran was wearing a white shirt, turned sideways to him, apparently dressed.
Ark finally opened the door with relief and stepped in.
“What’s wrong?”
“Can you help me out~” (2/2)
Chu Xinran turned around, her shirt buttons neatly fastened, but her expression somewhat embarrassed.
“Close the door first, I need a favor.”
She raised her hand to the middle of her back, seemingly holding something.
From Ark’s extensive experience, it must be the inner garment’s button that couldn’t be fastened.
He nudged the door shut with his foot, closed it, and then walked into the room.
He asked softly, “Can’t you fasten it yourself?”
Chu Xinran shook her head with a blush, seemingly very shy.
“I’ve been trying for a long time, just couldn’t do it, my hands are sore.”
Ark’s eyes widened, thinking: She wouldn’t be asking him to help fasten a strap, would she?
Ruyi’s fair skin was exposed to the air, like a fine ceramic, evoking a sense of love in people.
Chuxi was originally a performing artist with an extremely strong sense of physical management.
Her soft waist, rounded and curves, resembled a willow branch hanging over the riverbank, swaying gently in the breeze.
As you go up, you can see more of the perfect curves, and the two black straps were also exposed to the air.
It felt like she was unwrapping a new year’s gift belonging to herself.
Fangzhou suddenly felt his face grow hot and couldn’t bear to look at Chuxi anymore.
He had forgotten that she had a great physique.
“Come on, hurry up!”
Chuxi began to urge him again.
Fangzhou could only silently extend his two hands and place them on the two straps, one hand on each.
Although he was careful not to touch, his fingertips still accidentally brushed against Chuxi’s panel.
The cool touch sensation transmitted from his fingertips, but it had a fiery effect, making Fangzhou’s entire body feel hot all of a sudden.
Chuxi also felt the unfamiliar warmth, but couldn’t find the words to express it, and just waited quietly.
The straps on a girl’s clothing are hard to fasten if you’re not skilled.
Fangzhou was one of the unskilled ones.
He tried to ignore the distractions in his mind and not listen to the whispers in his brain, focusing only on fastening the straps.
But after 10 seconds, he still couldn’t succeed, and instead found himself tensed up and sweating profusely in this ambiguous atmosphere.
It was too much, really.
“Still not done?”
Chuxi asked softly, her ears reddening slightly, probably from shyness.
She was standing in front of Fangzhou, her neck curves flowing smoothly, like a white jade, drawing him in.
At this moment, the sun was setting, and the room was already darkening, with the man’s tall shadow looming over the woman, looking like he was embracing her from behind.
Fangzhou suddenly felt like a wicked hunter, staring at his prey, coiled and ready to pounce.
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