CHAPTER 234: 232, IT’S DIFFERENT FROM THE MOVIE!

When Duanmu Yunji emerged from the master bedroom, Luofeng’s eyes landed on her brand-new pajamas. They were made of pure silk.

So devious... he thought. And the crucial thing is... there’s a very important problem here. Duanmu Yunji is completely defying the law of universal gravitation! She’s just ignoring it! This is too much! Anyway, you get the picture.

Luofeng found he couldn’t tear his eyes away; he didn’t miss a single detail. It’s mainly the silk! It’s just so thin! I’m not blind. How could I possibly not notice?

But now, a question arose in his mind. Should he be a hero for a moment, or a coward for a lifetime? No, scratch that. Should he be a beast? Or something less than a beast? If anyone was willing to be a beast, Luofeng thought they were truly awesome!

"Yunji!" Luofeng called out, looking at Duanmu Yunji.

Her face was flushed faintly red as she shyly lowered her head. That bashful look... Isn’t it just irresistible?

"I said I’d sleep on the sofa!" Luofeng sighed. Before Duanmu Yunji could respond, he added, "But I’m going back on my word. Seeing you... I don’t want to be a beast anymore..."

"Huh?" Duanmu Yunji was stunned for a moment.

She clearly doesn’t know what to do, does she? Is she just going to wait for me to make a move?

Luofeng stood up, pulled Duanmu Yunji down onto the sofa beside him, and said earnestly, "All the pajamas in the house are made of silk. It’s an excellent material—very soft, skin-friendly, and breathable!"

Duanmu Yunji’s breathing quickened. Is this really the time to be discussing silk? Why did he have to get handsy like that? Still, his wandering hands were only brief.

Luofeng still missed the taste of Rock Sugar Pear. No, wait, Duanmu Yunji had Strawberry Juice today.

And then it struck him: was the Panda guilty of false advertising? It’s clearly a polar bear, so why call it a Panda? Oh well.

Soon, Luofeng didn’t even want to talk anymore and just lay on the sofa like a Salted Fish. Yeah, something like that. Don’t ask; right now, I’m too much of a Salted Fish to even speak.

About half an hour later, Luofeng’s System sent a notification.

"DING! [Congratulations to the Host!]"

"[The Billion Descendants Prop Card has been successfully used!]"

"[Confirming the satisfaction rating of the female party: 9.5 points!]"

"[Confirming the Host’s satisfaction rating: 10 points! (If 11 points were possible, I’m certain the Host would score 11!)]"

Luofeng felt a flush of embarrassment. Isn’t that obvious? A beauty with a 98-point figure... squatting down? What do you think would happen? Is the System getting off on this too? Seriously, what even is this System? Male or female?

"[The total reward is 45,000,000!]"

"[Source: U.S. Stocks! It will be acquired as profit through the Host’s investment company!]"

"[Therefore, everything is perfectly legitimate and reasonable!]"

"[Please rest assured, Host!]"

As Luofeng was checking the System’s rewards, Duanmu Yunji let out a soft hmph, pinched his thigh, and then headed towards the bathroom.

She’s a modern college student, after all. Had Duanmu Yunji ever watched those kinds of suggestive movies? Luofeng had no idea. In any case, Duanmu Yunji had once mentioned she’d seen them. She knew staying here spelled trouble.

As for a man’s promises? Heh! How do you tell if a man is a lecher? It’s simple. Hold your hand under his nose and check if he’s breathing. If he is, then sorry, he’s definitely a lecher. If he’s stopped breathing... well, then he’s undoubtedly a good man.

A moment later, Duanmu Yunji returned from washing up, rolled her eyes, and huffed, "Hmph!"

"Yunji!" Luofeng beckoned her over with a wave.

"You scoundrel! Tell me, did you plan all of this from the start?" Duanmu Yunji huffed softly again.

Luofeng felt utterly wronged. Honestly, I really didn’t plan this. It was all the System’s doing! The System can vouch for me! That Wu Fanyu is the one who stirred up this mess. If he hadn’t warned me about the danger, would I have asked her to stay? Wu Yufan might still be lurking downstairs right now. If I had taken Duanmu Yunji downstairs at 10:30 P.M., we might have walked right into an ambush. So, can you really blame me for this? Besides, these silk pajamas are truly amazing, aren’t they? Anyway, this is all Wu Yufan’s fault. Even the Haier Brothers couldn’t clear his name for this one! That’s what I, Luofeng, declare!

"If I said it wasn’t premeditated, would you believe me?" Luofeng responded.

"Hmph!" Duanmu Yunji scoffed playfully. "I don’t believe you for a second! You, Yin and Yang Master! I knew there was something fishy about you from the moment I first saw you!"

Luofeng gently pulled her small head into his embrace, cradling it against his chest as he stroked her long, straight black hair. "Alas, since you’ve found me out, I won’t pretend anymore. One, two, three, four...?" He didn’t finish the sentence. You get it, right? How about another round?

"Huh?" Duanmu Yunji felt that something wasn’t quite right. This situation... it seems different from what I’ve heard, doesn’t it? Don’t they say online that men have a special ability? That they can enter Saint Mode? In this mode, their IQ supposedly skyrockets to 200, they become incredibly calm, and their efficiency at reading and studying doubles. They can supposedly enter this mode voluntarily or ask their girlfriends for help! But... even if I was a bit clumsy with my words... it couldn’t have been *that* ineffective, could it?

If Duanmu Yunji were to ask why, Luofeng would definitely reply: Thanks for asking! A 95-point face! A 98-point figure, fair skin, gorgeous features, and long legs! And you’re asking me about Saint Mode? Fucking A! Is that even possible with her? Totally out of the question, okay?

Luofeng swept Duanmu Yunji up in a princess carry, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. The living room sofa? Let’s never mention that again! What man hasn’t broken a promise? Or told a lie? Ask yourself: if a man has never lied, is he even a man? A ’good man’? They don’t exist. It’s usually just that the girl didn’t give him the chance. Otherwise, even if you don’t make a move, some girls won’t hold back.

When they reached the master bedroom, Luofeng noticed something he’d missed. Spread out on the Simmons mattress was a white bath towel. Heh. Duanmu Yunji really is too adorable. I could give her the entire bedsheet, you know.

Naturally, Luofeng didn’t point out this little detail. He wouldn’t want Duanmu Yunji to get flustered and angry, then storm off and leave him hanging! That would just be shooting himself in the foot, wouldn’t it?