Unscientific Love

"Forget it, I'm not looking for a boyfriend. No dating, no problems!"

Wu Qian, wearing a wine-red flowing dress and black stockings, lay on an easel with her beautiful back exposed. Behind the easel was a desk, which was originally a classroom, with a green blackboard on the teacher's desk.

There were some scattered things in front of the studio, which reminded people of a video of a classroom that Wu Qian saw a while ago.

They do look quite alike.

If there were a boy I liked here with me.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. You want to know what it feels like to be intimate, but at the same time you say that it's okay not to be in a relationship. Isn't that a bit odd?"

"You don't know this, Yan'er, but you can ask a handsome guy out."

"about?"

Lin Yan'er was finishing up her paintbrush when she heard her best friend Wu Qian, that eager girl, say such a thing, and rolled her eyes at her.

"Don't be ashamed, don't be indiscriminate in your choices. The first time should be a wonderful experience to remember."

"Ha, Yan'er, are you admitting that you and your boyfriend had sex? Tell me quickly, what was it like? I'm so curious."

"That's hard to describe."

As Lin Yan'er spoke, she seemed to recall the scene in the hotel when the two of them got off the plane.

too……

As she said this, a blush appeared on her stunningly beautiful face.

"What's so hard to describe? I'm your best friend. As the saying goes, if you don't share good things with your best friend, who will you share them with?"

"Yan'er!"

Hearing that the other person seemed to want to speak but didn't want to, Wu Qian quickly asked.

"Oh, okay, okay, it's really hard to describe. After it's over, I still... I still want that kind of thing..."

"Hmph, that's too vague. Without details, what's the point?"

"I can't say it."

"Why don't you just tell us what you did specifically, in the form of a story?"

"Don't you read novels often? Qianqian, you should know the specifics better than I do."

Lin Yan'er got up, her beautiful feet, clad in silk, emerged from her shoes and stepped onto the white, fluffy blanket where her best friend Wu Qian was lying.

Upon closer inspection, the thin anklet tied around her ankle became hazy and indistinct, partially obscured by her tight-fitting silk stockings.

A toe, with distinct granules like a pomegranate, is also vaguely and vividly visible.

"I can't see it. The author said the censorship is too strict."

Which book were you reading?

"That's unscientific romance. But Yan'er, I really think you look a lot like the female protagonist in that book, even the same name. Do you think the female protagonist in the book is you?"

At this point, Wu Qian was naturally kept in the dark.

Ever since they flew to France together, the two of them were chatting and drinking red wine in a hotel in a castle when he suddenly noticed that she was also reading that novel, and then he wouldn't let her read it either.

I only found out when I looked it up myself.

The female lead in the story has the exact same name as Yan'er, except for the name of her school, but both of them have the character "Nan" in their names.

Who knows, maybe some talented guy wrote a novel specifically for his senior classmate in order to pursue her.

The plot is just too unimaginable.

Some of the scenes were things I had never imagined before.

It was truly upsetting to watch.

You feel like you're being flirted with by the author, but they don't give in to you. It's like you're hugging a handsome guy, he's flirting with you, and you're slowly getting into the mood, but he doesn't satisfy you.

unacceptable.

"Oh dear, you're always making wild guesses. If you spent the time you spend overthinking on finding a boyfriend, you wouldn't be so desperate."

As she spoke, Lin Yan'er took a bottle of red wine from the table next to her, her slender hands gripping the sexy bottle with its foreign logo, and poured the wine into a stemmed glass.

She tilted her head back, revealing her high, fragrant neck, took a bite, and then bent down to sit on the soft white blanket.

At that moment, the sunlight outside the window was just right, lazily shining in, and dappled light appeared on their beautiful legs.

warm.

"How did you all do it?"

Suddenly, as if seeing Yan'er finally sit down, he hurriedly flipped over onto Lin Yan'er's lap, sitting on her beautiful legs, his expression strange, and said, "Is this how it is? Is this how it is?"

"Oh dear, Qianqian, you're really obsessed with men. You're not bad-looking at all."

"People are just curious. Especially after learning that their best friend has experience with this, they become even more curious. And as a good friend, if she has no experience, who else would she ask if not you?"

Wu Qian's wine-red, flowing dress fell to the edge of Lin Yan'er's legs, as if questioning herself.

"It's truly indescribable; you have to experience it to know."

Lin Yan'er kicked Wu Qian, rolled her eyes, and gestured for her to get off.

But Wu Qian refused, and Lin Yan'er, with her queen-like demeanor, directly extended her foot in front of her.

"Don't force me to teach you a lesson."

"Hmph, it's not certain who will teach whom a lesson. But when that guy was on top of you, did you treat him the same way? Also, is that guy the same one we met at the airport that day?"

“I saw him in the studio last time, and he was there too.”

As Wu Qian spoke, she recalled the unimaginable scene of encountering these two people in the art studio that day.

Yan'er even crossed her beautiful legs at the time.

She was being admired by that boy.

But Lin Yan'er didn't say anything, instead she put her foot in a little further.

"Get down."

"I do not."

"Qianqian, don't think that just because we're best friends I won't dare to teach you a lesson."

"Come on. If you don't tell me today, I'll arrange to meet that guy who's supposed to see you."

"what?"

“I told him to ask out the guy who often comes to see you. Anyway, we look a bit alike, and I have a pretty good figure too.”

"boring."

"Oh, Yan'er, if there's nothing between you two and you don't want to possess her, then just let me have her. She's exactly my type."

"Go find him yourself, don't touch him."

Lin Yan'er was a little angry.

This best friend of mine is really something I can't do anything about.

She has always felt that relationships are a very private matter, and that relationships are for two people to get along better, not for showing off to others.

Therefore, Lin Yan'er did not want to explain.

She felt that her charm was the reason why that boy was so infatuated with her.

After saying that, she thought that since there was still time, she should quickly start creating the next sketch. She had already conceived the scene.

The painting is titled "Afternoon in the Studio by the Window Under the Sycamore Tree".

The name itself is very evocative.

Besides, get out of class is almost over, and that kid will be here soon.

"Hmph, you think I'll just stay still because you tell me not to? Anyway, you won't admit it. If you did, that would be fine. But if you don't, it means there's still room for you two to develop your relationship further. In the meantime, let me have my say, how about that?"

Perhaps it's because the two of them are used to joking around so often.

Lin Yan'er didn't take it seriously. She felt that men couldn't be controlled anyway, and instead of thinking about things she couldn't control, she should focus on improving herself.

She believes that those who truly like her will always be by her side.

But Qianqian, seeing that she wouldn't let it go, and looking at the girl's slightly flirtatious attire, realized that she was being unreasonable.

She wore a flowing, wine-red dress, black stockings, and showed off her beautiful legs, along with long, cascading black hair.

Suddenly, he pulled a black and gold invitation from his bag and handed it to her, saying, "Alright, I do know there's a masked men and women event for elites here. I don't know who sent it to me, but it's full of elites from all walks of life. If you want to experience it, then take this and go."

"I hope you find your ideal date."

Lin Yan'er said coldly, holding the invitation in her slender fingers and handing it to Wu Qian.

Chapter 167: A kiss with my senior would make it even better!

"An invitation?"

At that moment, Wu Qian was playfully fighting with Lin Yan'er, but she was immediately drawn to the invitation that Lin Yan'er took out of her bag.

The invitation was black and gold, and looked very discreet and high-class.

The quality is also quite good. Plus, Lin Yan'er just said it was a masked date with elites, and since no one knows each other's identities, we are even more curious to find out more.

“Yeah, everyone’s a stranger. Nobody knows each other’s identity. When you get there, everyone is dressed up and wears all sorts of animal eye masks. If an ordinary person wants to get in, they have to pay at least 10 yuan. This kind of place isn’t my cup of tea. You can have it.”

Since Qianqian is so eager to lose her virginity, and I happen to have such an opportunity, I might as well give it to her; it would be doing her a favor.

"Are you really willing to do that?"

After listening to Yan'er's explanation, Wu Qian, dressed in a burgundy flowing dress and black stockings, was skeptical. But after holding the invitation in her hand and unfolding the neatly arranged invitation, she saw the following written on the gold-plated surface:

"A Date with a Beloved: The Ultimate Sense of Ritual"

Twenty elite gentlemen and twenty socialites were invited to dance together at the Red Castle.

Let's meet on May 5.20th.

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