Unscientific Love

As the hot water gushed from the showerhead and poured onto Ao Ye's shoulders, face, and chest, he quickly rubbed his arms together. Feeling the warmth, a smile unconsciously spread across Ao Ye's face.

Only a hot bath can wash away the fatigue of the night.

Just then, they heard the glass door open, and a sweet, girlish voice said, "Hmph, who told you to wash first? Who told you to wash first? I want to wash too!"

Turning his head, Ao Ye was startled by what he saw.

Wu Qian, who ranked third on the list of goddesses at Nanjiang University, stubbornly opened the door and walked in.

And it was black stockings that were removed.

Chapter 448 I Don't Care

"you!"

To everyone's surprise, Wu Qian actually came to the bathroom where Ao Ye was taking a bath.

Ao Ye was taking a nice shower; the hot water had already been switched out of the pipes, and the showerhead felt very comfortable on his back. But then a girl barged in.

"What, didn't you say you could control it very well?"

Ao Ye instinctively hugged himself to prevent the other party from seeing him.

But the next second, Wu Qian's mid-length wool coat had been taken off, revealing a pink sweater underneath. Since she was wearing jeans, she began to bend over and slowly remove them as well.

In the end, Wu Qian, wearing black stockings, came to Ao Ye and wanted to take a shower with him.

"That's boring. Don't do that. If your stockings get wet, it won't be fun."

Ao Ye said.

The most alluring moment is when the other person is dressed up.

Just now in the lobby, Wu Qian covered her delicate body with her coat, revealing a sexy section of her ankle, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Then let me wash first."

Wu Qian stood at the door, eager to try it out, and some small water droplets had already started to fall on her body.

"No, you won't feel that way if you wash it. Wait until I'm done washing."

Ao Ye spoke with absolute certainty, leaving no room for negotiation.

"You don't feel anything? Why don't you tell me? To be honest, I'm annoyed by what you said earlier, like how you'll naturally feel something when you're in the mood, and forcing it won't work when you're not. I want you to feel something all the time."

"That's unscientific. Your logic is flawed. How can you feel something all the time? It's like if you keep your fist clenched, you won't last 10 minutes before you get bored. I mean, moments of freedom and enthusiasm. Also, don't come in. I haven't thought it through yet. If you come in like this wearing black stockings, I absolutely cannot imagine anything beautiful. The attractive image that comes to mind is rather vulgar."

"I don't want it to be like this. You'd better believe me. If the feeling is gone, it's gone."

Ao Ye instructed Wu Qian to go outside and let him think things through.

In addition, Ao Ye was indeed very serious when he said these words. Wu Qian's original intention was that this kid had a whole set of ideas, and she wanted to break his way of thinking, but she found that her attempt to do something had ended in failure.

Besides, how could he not feel anything if she, such an elegant and beautiful woman, took a bath with him?

"If it were a senior student coming to my side, I would definitely like her very much."

After Wu Qian left, Ao Ye thought to himself.

It's hard to explain. It's like how some beautiful women are stunning from every angle, while others are only gorgeous from a specific angle.

"But I still quite like her shy demeanor."

The heat was now pouring onto Ao Ye's back. He quickly squeezed the shampoo into his palm, bent over, and washed his hair rapidly while being sprayed with hot water. After that, he used shower gel. Only after a thorough and enjoyable wash did his whole body feel instantly comfortable.

But why, why, when Sao Qian comes in, do I not feel anything?

Ao Ye asked himself these questions, but found no answers.

But he knew what kind of Wu Qian he liked, so he had to maintain a good image of Wu Qian.

So when Wu Qian came out of the bathroom with a bath towel, drying herself off and wrapping it tightly around herself to show off her muscular physique, she was sitting on the sofa with her back to her, admiring the lake view outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

A pink, shiny sweater, long, straight black hair, and a section of her pink ear showing.

As soon as Ao Ye walked in, the other person turned around. Good heavens, Wu Qian was crossing her beautiful legs, her bare feet touching the ground. Her beautiful feet, painted with pink toenail polish, were faintly visible through her black stockings, her toes touching the ground.

"That's it."

Ao Ye said.

"If you had just gone in wearing black stockings and gotten wet, you definitely wouldn't be as attractive as you are now."

Ao Ye began to understand why he had that feeling of breaking off his attraction to her.

But soon after, Wu Qian yawned.

She was so tired.

I walked all night, and although I took a nap on the sofa in the living room this morning, I'm still very tired.

Do you like it now?

Wu Qian snorted coldly.

It's unbelievable! I was just kicked out by this kid, and what's even more infuriating is that I actually listened to him.

"I like it."

Ao Ye spoke honestly.

"Hmph, do you guys really enjoy the feeling of not being able to have what you want?"

"Since you were so heartless just now, then I'll be heartless too. When you think I'm flirting, I just won't let myself be tempted by you."

As she said this, Wu Qian snorted coldly, and squeezed her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, even tighter together.

He switched legs and then stepped on the ground with his toes.

The exquisite shape of those feet and their three-dimensional posture, the friction between the black stockings and the floor, slowly evoked a strange feeling that tormented Ao Ye.

Wang Chaoyang once said that the most direct and effective way for people to cut off their troubles is to tell themselves that emotions are false and will only make them more tormented. Therefore, they should not believe that they can be relieved by believing in emotions.

Ao Ye wholeheartedly agreed with this.

However, how could he not be moved when he saw Wu Qian, one of the goddesses and beauties of Nanjiang University, elegantly appearing before him in tight black stockings, revealing her beautiful legs?

He had worried that the feeling this girl gave him would easily fade when he was particularly tired. Now it seemed that his decision was absolutely correct. If she had gone into the bathroom earlier, he wouldn't have had the same feeling of seeing her alluring beauty after he finished showering.

“Alright,” Ao Ye said, “you now have the ability to make me drool.”

Ao Ye walked barefoot on the floor and quickly got into bed, arranging the pillows before lying down. The bed was large and soft. He had just finished showering, his skin was dry, and his face was rosy and moisturized, making him feel incredibly relaxed.

"You're such a strange person. You refused when I offered to shower with you, but now you admit I'm attractive to you, yet you won't come over and just lie on the bed by yourself. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Wu Qian was very puzzled.

"So you want me to come over?"

Ao Ye said.

"Shouldn't you come over?"

"I think I should cherish it. You're alluring right now, but once I'm gone, that alluring feeling will inevitably diminish. I want to cherish it."

Ao Ye spoke honestly.

"Hmph, you've got it under control pretty well, but what about me?"

Do you think I'm flirtatious?

Wu Qian's tone was clearly annoyed.

It's like they've been tortured.

"I don't care, I want you to come here."

Wu Qian suddenly said.

Chapter 449 The Final Ultimatum

"Aren't you going to take a shower?"

Seeing that Wu Qian was angry but still wanted to go over and hug her, Ao Ye teased her.

"You jerk, that's so mean! We already shared a room, and you're still treating me like this."

Wearing a pink shimmering sweater and tight black stockings, Wu Qian crossed her beautiful legs and murmured sweetly.

"You'll regret this, I can't control you now."

The most sophisticated form of ambiguity is when you know the girl who attracts you is right beside you, yet you let her maintain her allure, making it impossible for you to have her.

Ao Ye enjoyed the process.

And I hope to delay it as much as possible, so that I can be completely obsessed during this time.

"Come on, you were so good at controlling yourself before. You were completely unmoved even when we took a shower together."

Wu Qian crossed her arms, tilted her head, and stuck out one of her black-stockinged legs, her sole pressing against the bed frame, as if she wanted to give Ao Ye a good beating. She muttered something domineeringly.

"That's not the same at all. The current you is the one I like. I didn't feel that way when you went into the bathroom just now."

Ao Ye means you shouldn't be too proactive.

Being too proactive actually diminishes the sophisticated feeling of wanting something you can't have and can't resist.

"Look, the bathroom is one thing, but you just said you couldn't control me right now. Look at you now, aren't you in perfect control? You've even pulled back the covers and gone to sleep!"

Wu Qian almost called Ao Ye a bastard and cursed him for being two-faced.

"That's because I'm too tired. I was up all night last night and now I just want to lie in bed."

"Oh, you're saying you're tired even now that you're lying in bed? Then just lie there for a while and fall asleep. Time is so precious!"

Wu Qian looked melancholy.

Ao Ye lay in bed looking at his phone for a while when he suddenly noticed several messages popping up from Queen BB. He was about to read them when...

Wu Qian then said:

"What are you looking at your phone for? Seriously, is your phone prettier than your wife?"

Wu Qian became fierce.