Unscientific Love

In an instant, Ling Ye felt a surge of panic in her chest.

It was close to bedtime, and the dormitory lights would be turned off in an hour, after which it would be pitch black.

Meanwhile, Lao Wu and Zhu Zi, both wearing helmets, were having a blast playing the game "City of Love".

I wonder if they've completed their third mission, the Bloodthirsty Great Shark.

"Move a little further in."

Ao Ye glanced at Ling Ye and said in a low voice.

"Hmm, what are you going to do to Ling Ye today?"

They chatted and typed on WeChat, then handed each other messages, worried about being exposed.

"What do you say?"

"...I'm sorry to say."

Ling Ye shrank further inside.

Here we go again! What happened to the lesson I taught you about expressing yourself?

"Um, I'm sorry, I always forget..."

"Speaking out bravely is ten times more effective than apologizing!"

Seeing that Ao Ye was glaring at her angrily, Ling Ye quickly said something.

"Yeah. I always have been."

"Good, that's all for this casual chat. You can continue."

"If you have feelings for me, that's your skill."

At this point, Ao Ye suddenly remembered that he had asked Ling Ye to practice earlier, so he asked, "How's the practice going?"

"This is bad..."

Ling Ye lowered her head, then looked somewhat frightened.

"Show me if it's not good, you haven't improved at all."

Ding!

Straight man value +20!

Ao Ye firmly believes that now that he has passed through the darkest hour, criticizing the other party is his nuclear weapon for winning over girls.

In other words, the ultimate secret of the straight male system.

"Then I'll have to turn it around for you to see."

"Then hurry up."

As Ao Ye looked at Ling Ye, he picked up his phone, lay on the windowsill, and pondered how to reply to his senior's question.

Guide her best friend on issues related to men and women.

It's truly disheartening.

It would be fine if it were a beautiful girl I didn't know, but the key is that we know each other and have such a good relationship.

We were talking about that.

He suddenly received a friend request on WeChat.

I clicked on it and took a look.

It is a beautiful woman wearing black stockings and a fitted black off-shoulder dress, taking a selfie in front of a mirror.

The ID is A Chinese Ghost Story

……

Wu Qian?

Damn it, what a terrible name.

The message in the friend request was: Me

She's a bit aloof.

No!

At least Ao Ye hasn't figured out his senior's true intentions yet.

If Wu Qian is a trap, she might be a spy sent by the senior student.

A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; it's best to be cautious.

Although Ao Ye felt that given the goddess senior's personality, she had no need to do such a thing, and if asked later, he could just say he didn't see it.

As a result, Ao Ye's WeChat showed another friend request.

"Agree my ass!"

He closed WeChat, looked up, and tucked the curtains in. Just then, as Ao Ye looked at Ling Ye, who had turned her back to him, he was suddenly shocked:

The beautiful girl in the pale yellow low-cut short dress was lying on her side on the bed, her serpentine waist right in front of her.

You can feel the bed gently shaking.

The short skirt she was wearing looked beautiful because she was moving around on the bed.

"elder brother?"

She originally wanted to tidy up the bedding.

Word!

Damn words!

If I could speak right now, combined with the beautiful scenery before me, the feeling would be absolutely amazing.

"Don't ask me, out of 10, give yourself a score."

Ao Ye continued, speaking rather sternly.

"6 points..."

"You dare to show a score of 6?"

"I'm really, really scared..."

"You should have considered the consequences before you came."

At first, the people in the dorm were playing VR games and didn't realize it.

Yes, from being aloof and ruthless to now obediently exploring the true beauty of the soul.

At this moment, in room 404 of the No. 11 male dormitory building in the Caomu area of ​​Nanjiang University, the lights are on bed number 3.

Ao Ye and the beautiful girl faced each other, chatting on WeChat and exchanging messages to show each other.

It was an experience that I could never have imagined in my life.

How do you usually sleep at night?

"Emmm... I'm wearing my pajamas."

What about tonight?

Ao Ye asked her.

No good, he has absolutely no comprehension.

I still lack insight.

"Hmm... I'll sleep however you want. If I weren't with you tonight, I'd probably be lying in bed thinking about holding you while I sleep."

"cheap."

"You can insult me, and I'll say the same thing."

"You're changing the subject again. What did I say earlier?"

"...asking Ling Ye how she sleeps at night."

"Yes, remember not to digress. Focus on one topic at a time and explore it in depth."

"I want to sleep like you too."

Turning her head, Ling Ye looked at the man who was so close to her.

"you sure?"

There's no excitement in making a direct request; it's the subtle hints that give you a sense of satisfaction when the other person understands and articulates your meaning.

Chapter 180 This incredibly wonderful little feeling!

Ao Ye was a little angry.

"In fact, when you please yourself, you are also pleasing others."

Ao Ye felt that most girls were too reserved and didn't open up.

Most guys, because they care about the other person's feelings, choose to compromise when they can't let go. This leads to self-depression, and they think the other person will be grateful to them.

It's actually a self-inflicted trap.

Whether you're not having a good time or the other person is, it's a two-way street.

After experiencing the darkest moment, Ao Ye suddenly realized that the role he was best suited for was actually that of a soul messenger who could help beautiful women open up and find joy.

The task is to help all kinds of beautiful women find their most beautiful side.

Form is about digging into the soul.

This is something I suddenly discovered today, after getting to know my senior, meeting Ling Ye, encountering Sister Bibi, and the always insecure Chu Chu.

They may look glamorous on the outside, but their souls are not happy.

High-class beauties are all like that.

As soon as the beautiful girl Ling Ye listened to Ao Ye's words, her smooth little hand touched Ao Ye's palm, her fingers interlaced, and then slowly, slowly, slowly placed on her body. In that very second, Ao Ye seemed to have found himself.