Unscientific Love

At this moment, she didn't know why, but when she saw her brother appear in front of her, she felt as if she were looking up at him. With just one look from him, it seemed as if he possessed a powerful and undeniable strength.

She was like a small boat, drifting quietly.

"Hehe, brother, smell it."

Just as he was thinking, Ling Ye suddenly took a step forward, lifted his collar, and said.

"what?"

"Your neck is wearing a really nice perfume today."

After saying that, the girl with exposed shoulders tiptoed over to get closer to Ao Ye.

Ao Ye waved his hand to block him, saying, "Wait until I have time, I'm busy with something right now."

After saying that, he found a chair, sat down, and opened the Writer app.

Because I was delivering a power bank to Sister Bibi's house today, I haven't had time to update the novel yet.

He needs to finish this quickly.

However, when the girl in front of him suddenly looked somewhat disappointed and frustrated, Ao Ye smiled.

"Actually, you have a very good foundation."

"She has a good figure too."

"The photo is a bit ordinary. You can be bolder and think of something that will excite you."

After saying that, Ling Ye nodded and quickly put the seal back.

Chapter 105 Fate

Why are you closing the door?

At this moment, Ao Ye was already annoyed by Ling Ye's delicate body sitting on him.

Although she wasn't wearing sexy clothes, she still gave off a sexy and charming vibe.

It is clear that whether a woman is sexy or not has nothing to do with her clothes. Even if a girl is very beautiful, if she doesn't have an understanding of sexiness, even if she wears very sexy clothes, she will still look awkward.

"My sister is cooking, she'll find out."

"Sister? Isn't she your mother's best friend?"

“My mom gave birth to me relatively early, and she’s also much older than her. They’re kind of like friends despite the age gap, and they get along really well. But actually, she’s only 10 years older than me.”

Ling Ye, wearing a long down jacket that exposed her legs, tiptoed back on the ground.

"Can't you hear me when the door is closed?"

"The door was open?"

"It's not impossible."

"Hmph, brother, you really know how to do it!"

"Yes, so you have to be a match."

Ao Ye turned on his computer and was already in the new chapter creation mode. He moved his fingers around according to the finger rehabilitation methods he found online. He heard a cracking sound as his index finger joint popped, and then he felt the inflammation in his finger subside slightly.

"So, should we close the door or not? They're just trying to live up to what my brother said, 'Watch my performance.'"

Ling Ye seemed somewhat hesitant.

"I'm going to start writing a book. If you haven't made up your mind yet, you should leave now."

Ao Ye glanced at the other person and instantly felt that Ling Ye's mental preparation had not met his expectations. However, he had to be busy at the moment, so he said...

"Does my brother dislike me?"

Ling Ye's eyes seemed to hold a hint of ambiguity, her beautiful eyes flickering.

"Honestly, only you can despise yourself. Instead of wasting time on this, why not spend it on improving yourself?"

"Well."

Ling Ye, who was tall, stood still with her stockinged feet firmly planted on the ground. When she heard Ao Ye scolding her, she instantly reverted to her obedient girl persona.

"Alright, let me give you another hint. What I meant was, if you want to open the door, then leave it open; if you want to close it, then close it. Don't worry too much about my feelings. Hesitation and indecision will only make something beautiful look cheap. Do you understand?"

"Well!"

"understood!"

Ling Ye's heart was suddenly touched.

"That's why I'm saying, whether you close the door or not has nothing to do with whether your sister can hear you or not."

"Did you like it when I sat on your lap just now?"

"It's alright, but I could like it even more."

“What if Ling Ye lies down?” Ao Ye’s gaze was fixed on the previous chapter, while Ling Ye’s beautiful eyes sparkled, a stark contrast to her earlier gloomy expression. “She would sit between her brother and the computer on the table.”

"You can try it, but you have to be beautiful first."

"Don't girls who study ballet have beautiful legs?"

As she spoke, Ling Ye immediately stood on tiptoe, and she lifted her other long, beautiful leg up and pressed it against her ear.

She inadvertently revealed her slender and toned figure.

Ao Ye glanced at it, but quickly looked away.

"We can't chat any more. If we keep chatting, we can't even guarantee today's update."

"Stand by your brother's side?"

"Forget it. How can I write with you by my side?"

"Can I be my brother's model?"

"next time."

Ao Ye began typing rapidly on the keyboard, entering writing mode.

For the next hour or so, Ao Ye was engrossed in his work, while Ling Ye sat opposite him at the desk, leaning against the wall. She kicked her feet somewhat helplessly, bit her lip, and stared at the handsome boy in front of her, seemingly lost in thought.

Wang Bilai called for dinner.

Ao Ye quickly declined, saying that the mission was urgent and he wasn't hungry, and that Bibi and the others could eat first.

Afterwards, Ling Ye walked out somewhat dejectedly.

If I had been more direct with my brother, he probably wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Hey.

Time waits for no one.

"Did you sign it?"

On the other side, after the beautiful woman Wang Bi and Ling Ye arrived at the dining table, Wang Bi first ladled out a bowl of soup, sat in the main seat with her legs crossed, and carefully fed herself with a spoon.

"Yes, it's signed. This is a separate contract."

Ling Ye looked up, glanced at Wang Bi, and then handed the contract in her hand to the other party.

Although the reason the two lived together was unusual, they appeared to be close in age; Wang Bi was just in her prime, a bit more mature and alluring, while Ling Ye, on the other hand, seemed like a quiet, obedient girl.

"Okay, then there's no problem."

As Wang Bi looked at the signature on the contract, she muttered to herself, "So young, yet the handwriting is quite good."

The brushstrokes are fluid and powerful.

It has a kind of free and easy feel to it.

The two didn't say much at the dinner table.

Wang Bi had long been used to it.

Ling Ye is usually quiet and reserved, much like her mother. After taking care of her own affairs each day, she stays in her room or the dance studio.

Or they might play the piano.

Several times, when I went into the music room, I saw a beautiful girl in a black dress, barefoot, wearing only stockings, with her hair down, practicing the piano with complete concentration.

In addition, when they are outside, they like to wear clothes that cover their bodies.

It's probably a common problem for girls who dance; they train frequently and need to take good care of their delicate bodies to prevent injury.

Wang Bi was already used to this.

As for Ling Ye, her sister seemed a bit unusual today.

Originally, this single female CEO had never allowed a strange man into her home.

Aside from the frustration Ling Ye felt in the office just now, another issue was the strange behavior of her live-in partner, Wang Bi, over the past few days.

Therefore, at the usual time, the two of them would have dinner separately and then return to their own rooms. The nanny would arrive promptly at 7 o'clock to clean the house and set off the dishes.

But Ling Ye, who had just finished her meal, looked at Wang Bi's graceful and beautiful appearance and immediately asked, "Sister, aren't you planning to find a boyfriend?"

"Yes, we must have that."

Wang Bi looked down at her phone while drinking tea.

Planning a relationship with a younger man?

"No way!"

"You must be very lonely at night if you're so focused on your work."

"Why are we suddenly talking about this?"

"I guess all single women are like this."

"Oh dear, my Ye Ye is feeling sentimental today. Is it because she wants to find a boyfriend now that she's in college?"

"think."

Ling Ye blurted out the words instinctively, but then, as if remembering something, added, "Maybe he doesn't want to either."

"Look at what you're saying. If you want to, you want to; if you don't, you don't. There are plenty of handsome guys at Nanjing University, right? You already have someone you like?"