Unscientific Love

"Hmm, so you're the male protagonist in all these paintings, right?"

Although Wu Qian knew what Yan'er was drawing, university was mostly about improving art theory and broadening one's horizons. The key was one's own comprehension and talent, so she usually focused on Western painting.

The white-painted David sculpture is still kept in her room.

Although she didn't pay much attention to Yan'er's paintings in the studio at times, when she saw those paintings of men and women in love, especially the appearance and outline of the men in the paintings...

I could tell at a glance that it was Ao Ye.

"What, are you envious?"

"That hurts."

At that moment, Wu Qian pursed her cherry-like lips and said something.

"Yan'er has deep feelings for you. The depth of her feelings is such that each painting must have taken a lot of time and effort."

Sao Qian, wearing a light pink bodycon skirt, felt inferior to her.

She knew that although Yan'er was aloof, such people were often the most devoted in love.

"I don't know how to say it."

"Go and hug her. Don't be fooled by Yan'er's independent and self-reliant demeanor; she actually needs a hug the most at night because she doesn't have a father."

As she spoke, Wu Qian, her best friend and senior, whispered something in her ear.

How did her father die?

"Killed by the bomb."

"???"

As Sao Qian spoke, Ao Ye asked questions.

"Her father is a policeman. He fought with criminals while on duty to save hostages."

"How long ago was this?"

"5 years ago."

……

"My senior was only 14 years old at that time."

As they chatted, Ao Ye's already deeply shaken heart ached even more.

He wanted to hug her.

I really want to pull my senior into my arms and spend every day with her.

But soon, Wu Qian grabbed Ao Ye's hand as he was about to go forward: "Hey! Don't go! If you go like this, Yan'er will be sad. She's such a smart and sensitive girl."

"Then what do you expect me to do?"

Pretend you don't know, so as not to let her down.

"of course."

Ao Ye said.

"Come on, how do you explain this situation between us?"

One-night stand.

"Pah! Who had a one-night stand with you? Alright, alright, this isn't the time to talk about this. I would never hurt Yan'er."

"Don't flatter yourself. What you feel is hurtful is actually normal for people with true understanding. The more you know, the less strange it is to you."

"You scumbag."

"You unsatisfied black-stockinged girl!"

Where am I sexually frustrated?

"Where are you not dissatisfied with your desires?"

"you!"

"Sao Qian, just admit it. You showed great interest from the beginning, but you couldn't find someone to give you that experience. Do you think your senior didn't know that?"

"How could she possibly know that she wasn't asleep in the bathtub that night?"

Wu Qian glanced at Lin Yan'er, her face showing some panic.

"You believe that unless there are special circumstances, you would fall asleep in the bathtub?"

……

"So you mean Yan'er saw it?"

"100%".

"Wouldn't she be very angry?"

"You saw that she was angry?"

No, not at all.

"Sigh, I don't know why I'm worrying about this. My senior and I aren't even dating yet."

"Right."

Wu Qian seemed to be deep in thought.

In other words, there's nothing wrong with her having a relationship with Ao Ye.

"Didn't you confess your feelings to Yan'er?"

"Confessing your feelings won't work. I need to write a novel that gets 3000 average subscriptions before I can be with my senior."

"She was just encouraging you."

"My senior told me to have fun, saying that men wouldn't be content to only date one woman."

"My cigarette,"

Wu Qian sighed.

Only someone with Yan'er's level of mindset would say something like that.

She sees things very clearly.

"Alright, Sao Qian, aren't you an art student too?"

Ao Ye suddenly remembered that Wu Qian and her senior often spent time together.

"What, you want me to draw you? I'm actually a little tempted to use you as a fruit model."

"I enjoy talking to girls like you—you're so lively, engaging, and exciting."

"What's the big deal?"

Wu Qian, who was wearing fishnet stockings that night, could have screamed very loudly, but she was worried that Yan'er would suddenly come over.

Thinking about this, she felt a little sorry for Yan'er.

"Okay, relax, have some fun."

Ao Ye said.

He wanted to be with his senior, but she disagreed.

Sometimes I even have a vengeful mentality. For example, when I was with Ou Jiayi, I was initially surprised, but then I suddenly remembered my senior's decisiveness.

Ao Ye became excited.

My feelings are complicated.

It's quite heartbreaking.

"I want to play too."

As Sao Qian spoke, she brought her beautiful legs together slightly, her knees, clad in black stockings, touching each other.

After spending the night with Ao Ye last time, I would think about that day every night afterward.

Occasionally, when the torment becomes unbearable, these thoughts will surface in my mind.

"Let's play together then."

Ao Ye said.

"I don't want to take responsibility for relationships."

"Coincidentally, I've been rejected by my senior more than ten times, and I don't want to take responsibility for relationships either."

Do you want me?

As she spoke, Wu Qian said to Ao Ye in a low voice.

"I think I look so sexy today."

"You don't know that I dressed like this because I thought you might come."

"Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

"But Ao, could you please try to keep Yan'er from knowing about our relationship? Otherwise, I feel guilty every time I see her."

Sao Qian smelled of perfume.

Such a refined and beautiful woman suddenly uttering such a sentence might have meant she wanted to keep things simple. She tried to avoid it and worked on her feelings, but when she saw this handsome man, she couldn't help herself.

She felt that the more she avoided it, the more agonizing it would be, so she took a step further: "If you're free after the art exhibition, you can come and hang out with me."

Wu Qian was wearing Tianlunnu high heels, and her toes deliberately brushed against Ao Ye's foot.

Chapter 286 Ao Ye slapped the man!

"Excuse me, can I buy this painting for 10?"

The senior's art exhibition will end at 19 PM.

Most people saw the sign at the entrance that read "[Exhibition Instructions: Not for Sale]", but some people still made requests before the exhibition ended.

"Sir, the paintings here are all from private collections and are not for sale."