At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

In a daze,

Su Che's body jolted, his finger joints bent, and he remained numb for a long time before being awakened by the unfamiliar surroundings.

A fragrant scent wafts into the nostrils, similar to the smell of shower gel, yet also reminiscent of the milky fragrance of body lotion.

It is more mature and alluring than a house cat, and contains a mysterious layer that arouses a desire to explore.

He instinctively rolled over.

The next second, breathing became obstructed.

It's like being buried in some gentle place.

"Xiao Che, how was your rest?"

Hearing Nana's soft call in his ear, Su Che realized that the person next to him was not An Qing. He immediately perked up, as if he had been stung by something sharp, and had a slight stress response.

"Ah, don't be afraid, I won't eat you."

Jiang Nai noticed that he seemed somewhat resistant, and couldn't help but feel a little worried:

“Actually, I’ve been preparing for this day all along… I thought that as long as I look like this, you can accept me and forget my uninteresting past.”

As if talking to herself, she continued to pour out her heart to his tightly closed eyes.

"Xiao Che, do you know? I'm afraid you'll think I'm not pretty enough, so I keep learning makeup and skincare techniques, trying to transform myself and have more sex appeal than celebrities;

I was afraid you'd think my figure wasn't good enough and that I wouldn't be interested when it mattered, so I've been relying on dieting to lose weight, eating only half a meal a day, and sometimes not eating a few proper meals for a month.

I figured that if I did this, I could meet your basic standards for liking someone of the opposite sex.

"Of course, I know you play the piano very well, so I was afraid that my inner qualities were not deep enough to meet your spiritual needs. So I started practicing the piano desperately, even more desperately than before."

"I asked my teacher's wife and told her about my situation. She was very supportive of me trying to seduce the person I liked in the right way, and she mentioned a crucial point—"

She said, "Charm isn't just about external cultivation; it requires inner refinement."

"At first, I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. Until recently, I met Ari, a truly flawless person who is both beautiful inside and out. I finally realized the gap between people, the insurmountable chasm between women."

Jiang Nai sighed softly.

Regardless of whether he was listening or pretending to be asleep, she poured out all the things she had kept bottled up inside for so many years, afraid that he would disappear the next morning.

Her tone carried a hint of dejection, yet her embrace tightened, as if she wanted to crush him in her gentle embrace.

"Ari's appearance is very similar to my teacher's wife when she was young. She is reserved and delicate, with features that are naturally perfect like a work of art. Her figure is just right. She has everything she should have, and her inner qualities, which she shouldn't have, are also perfect. She is enough to make other women look inferior..."

She's the kind of woman any man would secretly wish he could defile a thousand times, a hundred million times just by standing there. That's why she never shows her face in her recordings; she doesn't like being fantasized about.

"When I see how perfect she is, I feel that I haven't worked hard enough, and I start to doubt myself again, wondering if hard work alone can't make up for the difference in innate qualities."

“But just a few days ago, gentle Ari told me that she herself was also a ‘fake flower’.”

I...I was utterly shocked.

Jiang Nai spoke softly.

Su Che's eyes were tightly closed.

The auditory system, however, is fully activated.

I care about this story to an extreme degree.

【Ari...? Ari... Could it be...?】

Is it "her"?

Jiang Nai continued:

I asked her what "artificial flowers" meant. She just smiled and replied with one sentence—

No real flower in the world is more beautiful than an artificial one.

I realized then that she... wasn't born with it either.

Whether it's her looks, her figure, her voice, her talent, or even her captivating charisma...

At that moment, she gave me confidence, helped me regain my spirits, and made me willing to be her teammate and serve her wholeheartedly.

"I like artificial flowers because I am an artificial being. I also like being around artificial flowers, so when I meet someone I like, they won't be able to tell which one is real, and will naively guess, 'Maybe at least one of them is a real flower,' hehe."

"..."

Su Che could no longer pretend to be asleep.

I couldn't help but open my eyes a crack.

Nana in front of him was wearing a very daring nightgown—a black suspender stockings nightgown, which wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it erotic attire.

Her skin was snow-white and smooth as silk.

Her long hair was loose, her makeup was still on, and her gaze was unfocused and hazy.

But by the moonlight, one could see that her exquisitely beautiful face, no bigger than the palm of a hand, was filled with an expression of self-doubt.

Even though he was right in front of her, she just hugged him tightly, as if she had finally stolen a toy from someone and could only enjoy it for one night. Her arms hugged herself, sometimes tightly, sometimes without any strength, soft and weak, just like her heart, which was strong on the surface but extremely fragile in reality.

Su Che opened his mouth, wanting to say something to her.

But when the words reached his lips, he couldn't utter a single word of comfort.

—And what about myself?

It's not that she doesn't like people, but compared to Jiang Nai, she doesn't even have the right to become a "fake flower" to pursue her.

Because the other party is like the ephemeral beauty of the night-blooming cereus, appearing only briefly before disappearing.

They won't even give you a chance to change; they won't even leave you "time."

"People you've met will vanish from your memory in the blink of an eye, and you'll likely never see them again in this lifetime."

“My life has not been good. From childhood to adulthood, I have never had a sense of accomplishment, a sense of existence, or any realization of self-worth, not even once.”

"So, Nana, I've written down your entire story. I want to say, you shouldn't cry anymore. Compared to me, you've at least become a beautiful artificial flower. Compared to Ari, the gap seems to have narrowed to not be as huge as it was at the beginning. Tonight, I'm lying here, and as you can see, I'm not feeling very well. So, you..."

He paused, struggling with the decision for a long time, and finally, as if making up his mind, comforted her with his actions:

"Even if they wanted to do something to me, I wouldn't be able to fight back. What do you think?"

……

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Chapter 128 The Pure Succubus Still Needs to Cultivate: Domestic Cats and Wild Cats

When I woke up, I was in a familiar environment, and everything felt like a replay of a dream.

At 9 a.m., Su Che opened his eyes.

He looked at the ceiling of his house with a hint of doubt on his face.

My memory is hazy; I can't remember how I got home.

Could it be that the phrase "You absolutely cannot stay out all night" had an effect?

He squinted his eyes, pondered carefully, and looked back, trying to retrieve his memories.

【ah.】

Suddenly I remembered—

Nana doesn't seem to like her self-destructive side.

So, at the end of last night, was it a chaotic and dark night or a calm and peaceful one?

Su Che wanted to get up and examine himself.

Unfortunately, the house cat beside him was sitting obediently, silent, with a complicated expression.

"An Qing, what's wrong?"

Su Che propped himself up, leaned against the pillow, and moved his limbs, which were quite stiff after what looked like strenuous exercise.

The house cat silently shook her head. Although she didn't say anything, it was clear that she was in a very bad mood.

"An Qing?"

"You smell of perfume and some other distinctive scents."

"what……?"

Su Che's heart skipped a beat, forgetting that even after returning home, he still had to handle the aftermath.

But I was clearly not energetic last night, and it would be good enough if I could even find my way home. I certainly couldn't be thorough in everything and not give myself away at all.

“I went out for drinks yesterday,” he said.

"Ok, I know."

An Qing didn't say the second half of her sentence, but you could actually tell who the other person was by the type of perfume they were wearing.

[It smelled exactly like Jiang Nai, who sat next to me in the rehearsal room last time.]

That day in the rehearsal room, there was only my own scent, Gu Zhi's scent, and Jiang Nai's scent.

Yuan Xiao doesn't wear perfume, so she has no scent.

Gu Zhi's scent is restrained and deep, with a hint of decadence; it's hard to find unless you're specifically looking for it.

Jiang Nai's scent is very distinct; it's the scent of a mature, sophisticated, and slightly edgy woman, making it easier to distinguish the top and bottom notes compared to her own sweet, girlish fragrance.

【well…】

An Qing knew the answer in her heart, but she did not reveal it.

Su Che glanced at his phone out of the corner of his eye and saw a message from Jiang Nai hovering on the screen—

[Thanks for the treat, Xiao Che. Remember to send me a message after you go upstairs, hehe, see you next time. (devilish smiley face.jpg)]

"..."

He sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation, then turned his phone upside down on the bed, screen facing down, trying to cover it up guiltily.

He thought to himself, "This is it, I'm doomed."

At this moment, everything came to mind.