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After dinner, Shi Min held her notebook and asked Luo Mingjing, who was busy drawing.
“What color do you like?”
Luo Mingjing pushed his glasses up, absentmindedly replying, “That depends on where it’s used...”
Shi Min answered, “Used in bed.”
Unable to continue drawing, Luo Mingjing stared at the draft, finding his voice after a long while, asking in a low voice, “Underwear?”
“Mm.”
“...Are you preparing to sleep with me? Time to choose your battle gear?”
“Smart.” Shi Min said, “So pick a color.”
“General, you should decide yourself.” Luo Mingjing looked up, revealing helplessness in his eyes, “Asking for my preference is like false kindness. Regardless of whether I like the color or not, ultimately, the battle gear will be removed and I’ll be dealt with, don’t you agree?”
Shi Min nodded, “Then I’ll choose randomly.”
Luo Mingjing quickly added, “Battle gear is enough, no need for weapons.”
Shi Min replied indifferently, “Mm, don’t overthink it, dealing with you bare-handed is enough.”
When a woman orders a complete set of underwear, it’s a dangerous signal. It means that in the upcoming night, this woman will take command, prepare herself, and dominate the battlefield of the double bed.
General, put on your battle gear, capture the high ground, and crush the enemy!
Luo Mingjing chuckled softly, not responding to her words. After a while, this gentleman with a high dullness coefficient suggested, “How about I make you a set of underwear?”
Shi Min’s phoenix-like eyes widened slightly, her lips unconsciously curling into a smile.
Imagine, the prey you want to capture making your battle gear by hand, and then you wear this battle gear, and the first person you capture is him.
Without showing any emotion, she asked, “Do you know how to make underwear?”
“Of course.” Luo Mingjing said, “I can draw you a design right now.”
He pulled out another sheet of paper and began sketching.
Shi Min stood up, crossed her arms, and slowly paced over, asking him, “Drawing the design without taking measurements first?”
Luo Mingjing laughed lightly, saying softly, “A glance as they pass, their measurements stay in mind. I am a professional... President, I knew your measurements at first sight; it’s an instinct for a designer.”
Shi Min chuckled softly, leisurely cornering him against the wall. They were very close, and Luo Mingjing almost held his breath, not daring to adjust his glasses slipping down to the tip of his nose.
Shi Min reached out, gently pushing his glasses back up, her fingers brushing his lips, “For comfortable underwear, shouldn’t we also consider the wearer’s bust shape?”
Luo Mingjing replied, “...Last time when you took off your pajamas in front of me, I saw it...”
Shi Min tilted her head, her eyes holding a hazy smile, “Mm, did you see clearly?”
“...Enough.” For someone with solid basic skills, one glance was sufficient.
“This kind of thing, which requires attention to detail, needs field investigation and comprehensive consideration of multiple data points.” Shi Min pulled Luo Mingjing upstairs, “Come, let’s talk in bed.”
“Ah...” Luo Mingjing finally realized that Shi Min wasn’t talking about making underwear; from the start, her ultimate goal was the bed.
Luo Mingjing chuckled, obediently lying down.
“...Drive the car, President.” Luo Mingjing said, “Before, I thought that being with you, I might forever only be a co-pilot, but it turns out I overthought it. I’m not even the co-pilot; I’m the car. Here, both the steering wheel and controls are yours.”
Shi Min merely glanced at him casually, removed his glasses, unbuttoned his pajamas, and then, maintaining a slow pace, she took off her own pajamas and lay beside him, expressionless.
“...President?” Luo Mingjing thought, could this be letting me take the initiative?
He tried turning over, his fingers slowly reaching towards Shi Min’s chest, only to have Shi Min grab his hand and press it firmly onto her ample bosom.
“...”
Luo Mingjing said, “Your heartbeat... hasn’t changed.”
Shi Min chuckled, replying, “You touched my chest, yet your focus is still on my heartbeat?”
That softness flowed along his fingertips, up his arm, diverging from his heart to his scalp, exciting tingles, downward igniting fiery passion.
Shi Min asked softly, “Are you reacting?”
Luo Mingjing laughed bitterly, “...If there’s no reaction, there’s a problem.”
He turned over, embraced Shi Min, and whispered, “Then I... I’ll take the lead.”
Shi Min met his gaze, smiled faintly, and pushed him away, “Lie still.”
“I knew it.” Luo Mingjing spread back on the bed following her force, deeply sighing, “Then you take the lead.”
The body temperature was reaching its critical point, every cell screaming for release, the atmosphere just right.
However, Shi Min turned over, lying diagonally on the bed, propping her head up, smiling as she watched him.
“Sorry, today, please calm down by yourself.”
“...Ah?” In this situation, Luo Mingjing’s inner doubts blurted out, “Shi Min, don’t tell me you’re...”
Shi Min laughed, “Fish marinated for the right amount of time tastes better when eaten.”
She slowly got up, loosened her open pajamas, fetched red wine, poured a glass, and handed it to Luo Mingjing, “Cheers, fairy.”
She sipped slowly, while Luo Mingjing quenched the heat in his body with alcohol, tipping his head back and pouring it all down his throat. He held the wine in his mouth, swallowing slowly, squinting to ask Shi Min, “Really not allowed?”
Shi Min swirled the wine glass, shaking her head, “Calm down yet?”
“No.” Luo Mingjing sank into the soft pillow, closed his eyes, sighing softly.
Shi Min, holding her wine glass, examined him repeatedly. Finally, she said, “I’m really curious where the key to unlock you is.”
Luo Mingjing was sweating profusely, panting slightly into the pillow, asking her, “What?”
“You should be similar to me, but now unexpectedly docile and passive.” Shi Min said, “You habitually follow others’ intentions, but you’re not that kind of person. You’ve wrapped up your true nature, so... how can I unwrap this layer and see the real you?”
“...It’s gone.” Luo Mingjing’s brows furrowed slightly, quickly returning to calmness. He said, “I roughly know what you’re talking about. When I was young, I was quite domineering, somewhat arrogant, always wanting to control everything. Later, I suffered greatly, dared not anymore... it’s better to keep it wrapped up, less painful that way. Shi Min... you’re lucky to remain like this, which is why I say... I envy you.”
Shi Min smiled, “I said no, and you didn’t retaliate? Such a good opportunity.”
“...” Luo Mingjing sighed, “Forget it. Though I thought about it earlier, since you said no, then I won’t force it.”
Shi Min swirled the wine in her glass, drank it dry, leaned down, pried open his mouth, feeding him the warm wine. A line of red wine trickled down from the corner of his lips, following the curve of his jawline, dripping onto the pillow.
Skin touching, lips entwining, Luo Mingjing placed his hands on Shi Min’s waist, but Shi Min moved them away.
Luo Mingjing shifted his lips, his eyes shimmering with moisture, asking her, “...Really not allowed?”
“Not yet.” Shi Min lightly licked the corner of his lips, whispering, “Luo Mingjing, you’ll taste better later.”
Xu Qianqian came knocking early in the morning. Luo Mingjing, wearing a coat, went to open the door for her.
His sister stepped halfway in and called out, “Brother! You’re famous!”
But before she could take out her phone, she stopped, sniffing around, detecting unfamiliar scents in the air, “...Strange, something feels off. Did you drink?”
“Come in quickly, let me close the door, it’s cold.” Luo Mingjing, with a hoarse voice, invited her in, locking the shop door from the inside.
The shop was very warm, extremely warm, like spring blooming overnight.
Xu Qianqian wiped her runny nose, stunned in place.
The kitchen had been widened, with a washing machine and a new big fridge placed inside. The wallpaper had been changed, the sofa lengthened, a coffee table added, a long-haired carpet laid out, and the door locking the attic stairs was gone, replaced by wooden steps with paintings hanging on both sides leading up to the attic.
What shocked her even more was the woman descending in a bathrobe.
The wooden stairs creaked as the woman walked downstairs, her long hair loose, her phoenix eyes slightly raised, smiling as she looked at Xu Qianqian. Her eyes half-closed, her presence commanding respect, her figure hidden under the bathrobe exuding charm and elegance.
Her appearance was very... classical, her aura very... very Empress Wu Zetian.
This was Xu Qianqian’s internal evaluation. Her mouth half-open, pointing at Shi Min, “...Kept?!”
Dumbfounded younger sister turned her head, her voice several decibels lower, blurting out, “Brother, are you being kept by her?!”
The moment the words left her mouth, Luo Mingjing smacked her, “Boyfriend and girlfriend!”
He said.
Shi Min burst out laughing.
After the siblings quieted down, Luo Mingjing prepared breakfast, and Shi Min extended her hand, introducing herself, “Shi Min.”
“Oh oh, nice to meet you, I’m Xu Qianqian.” The younger sister lightly shook Shi Min’s fingertips, withdrew her hand, and sat up straight.
“I’ve heard Luo Mingjing mention you.”
“Mm mm, cousins.” Xu Qianqian felt as if being lectured by the homeroom teacher, her heart pounding nervously, not daring the slightest negligence, “When did you and my brother start?”
“Three months ago.”
Xu Qianqian’s eyes widened, her shallow pupils reflecting shock.
After a while, she awkwardly smiled, got up, quietly slipped into the kitchen, expressing her anger at being kept in the dark by her brother in a low voice, “Why didn’t you tell me!!”
Luo Mingjing said, “We would eventually meet.”
“But you should have told me beforehand!” Xu Qianqian said, “However, Brother, your luck has turned!”
She took out her phone, scrolling to the fifth trending Weibo post, showing it to Luo Mingjing, “Hehe, you’re famous!”
Luo Mingjing’s mind blanked, freezing.
Xu Qianqian happily said, “Love and career both thriving, it’s unacceptable not to treat people! Quickly tidy up for your live stream, your fans in the live room will definitely increase today. I knew you didn’t see the Weibo last night, otherwise, you would have called me earlier, hahaha... Super happy, your Weibo followers are now 170,000, retweets 50,000, and some ladies even want to draw pictures for you! By the way, many found your Weibo picture from last year wearing a cheongsam, and some praised you, saying you must have had plastic surgery, hahaha... I said it before, the two most popular types on Weibo, you occupy both—one man wearing women’s clothing beautifully, and the other is a fan artist. If you ride the wave and draw male-male fan art, it might explode even more!”
“...” Luo Mingjing didn’t know how to respond.
He turned his head, looking toward the kitchen door, where Shi Min was leaning, sipping tea sip by sip.
Thus, he worried, “Is it too obvious...”
“Maybe.” Shi Min wasn’t pleased, dialing Fiona’s number.
Fiona knew what she wanted to ask as soon as she picked up the phone, “Sis! I swear on my year-end bonus, this is truly the explosive point brought by Brother-in-law himself!! None of us expected it. We’re revising the marketing plan now, planning to hold off for a while, otherwise it’s easy to reveal traces, ruining impressions and getting burned...”
“Mm, then handle it as you see fit.”
Xu Qianqian blinked, as if understanding. Her expression immediately became serious, pulling Luo Mingjing to a corner of the kitchen, lowering her voice to ask, “Who is she? The editor from Muyu Live who signed you?”
“No.”
“Scared me...” Xu Qianqian patted her chest, “Thought you made a deal to get her to help you get famous. So who is she?”
Luo Mingjing didn’t know how to explain to his sister for a moment, so he vaguely said, “The car owner I collided with at the comic con.”
“What the heck?!” Xu Qianqian was dumbfounded.
“...Absolutely true.”
Xu Qianqian exclaimed, “So you signed a contract to compensate the car owner?!”
Unable to bear it any longer, Luo Mingjing grabbed Xu Qianqian’s shoulders and shook her, “Snap out of it, your imagination always goes astray!”
Xu Qianqian giggled, “Just joking... I know, this is fate, really strange.”
Shi Min drifted away quietly, and Xu Qianqian quickly pulled Luo Mingjing down, whispering, “Being this famous... Will people dig you up online? What if they find out...”
“Should be fine, I think.” A hint of sadness flickered in Luo Mingjing’s eyes. He said, “It’s been such a long time, it should have been forgotten.”
Xu Qianqian pouted, “True, those bastards wouldn’t disgrace themselves either. Damn it, if anyone dares bring it up again, I’ll tear them apart this time!”
Luo Mingjing ruffled her head, “It’s okay, focus on preparing your application materials. Even if someone brings it up, don’t pay attention, don’t let it affect you.”
Xu Qianqian was startled for a moment, softly nodding, “Mm.”
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