Chapter 134 - 134 Sofa
Chapter 134: Chapter 134 Sofa
Following the sulky Mo Qian Ni, they climbed up to the third floor of the apartment and arrived at a green security door. As Mo Qian Ni unlocked the door with her keys, she said, "You're the first man to step into my place, so you better thank your ancestors for this, you lucked out!"
"If I knew my ancestors, I would definitely go thank them," Yang Chen quipped, after all, he had no idea who his parents were.
Taking off his shoes, Yang Chen entered Mo Qian Ni's modest one-bedroom apartment that she rented alone. He caught a whiff of a faint lemon scent in the air.
As the lights came on, the furnishings of the room came into view: a simple moon-white sofa, a wall-mounted silver-gray 42-inch TV, and a glass coffee table with a pot of narcissus on top. The floor-to-ceiling window was covered with light gray tassel curtains, and there was a refrigerator near the kitchen, adorned with countless sticky notes, presumably reminders for various tasks.
The kitchenware was neatly arranged, with various condiments scattered around, and there were quite a few types of chili sauce, which stood out with their vibrant colors.
The overall layout of the room was simple, yet it didn't feel empty due to the clutter scattered in every corner.
The most prominent items were various types of papers and documents, scattered like flower petals everywhere, along with fashion magazines, newspapers, and brochures, haphazardly placed on tables, chairs, and the floor.
Yang Chen's first impression was that of a simple life, frequent cooking, dedicated work, and not sweating the small stuff, which seemed to fit well with the impression Mo Qian Ni gave him.
Mo Qian Ni's face reddened slightly as she also realized the messiness of the room. She walked over to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of mineral water for Yang Chen, and said, "I live alone, and since I don't have many visitors, I don't tidy up much, but there's nothing dirty."
Yang Chen naturally didn't mind these things much and pointed to the sofa, saying, "I'll sleep here tonight, this sofa looks big enough."
"Sure, I was going to give you a mattress, but I'll get you a blanket later, it gets cool here at night," Mo Qian Ni nodded and turned to walk into the bedroom.
Yang Chen yawned and noticed several magazines scattered on the sofa. He bent down to move them aside, intending to make himself comfortable for sleep.
But as he moved a fall fashion magazine, something black suddenly caught his eye.
If he wasn't mistaken, it was a pair of women's lingerie, black lace patterns, and the sheer design made the underwear almost transparent.
Yang Chen swallowed hard!
Women don't wear something like this to protect certain parts of themselves; it's purely for men to admire certain parts of them.
Women are contradictory creatures, just like their hidden secrets, tightly guarded yet craving to be glimpsed by men.
Mo Qian Ni was undoubtedly a single and beautiful woman, and in the eyes of many, she was a strong woman who held herself to high standards and didn't tolerate any disrespect. There had never been any mention of her having a boyfriend or being involved with any man. Many employees in the company even speculated that this charismatic female boss was a lesbian, not interested in men. But here she was, buying and wearing such things; the hidden emotions behind it were definitely her secret.
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In order to avoid potential embarrassment later, Yang Chen felt it would be best to discreetly move the item somewhere else as if he hadn't seen it at all. Glancing at the bedroom door and seeing no movement from Mo Qian Ni, Yang Chen swiftly picked it up.
The feeling of the fabric was incredibly soft, and Yang Chen could even detect a strong scent of Mo Qian Ni permeating from it.
As a normal man, Yang Chen immediately had a reaction; after all, just the thought of Mo Qian Ni's figure in such attire was enough to make his blood rush.
Just as Yang Chen hesitated about where to hide it, Mo Qian Ni, holding a towel blanket, suddenly flashed out from the bedroom door!
"Yang Chen, you can use..."
Mo Qian Ni's words halted midway as her gaze instantly locked onto the black object that Yang Chen hadn't managed to conceal.
Caught off guard, Yang Chen was momentarily confused and lost in his thoughts, failing to notice Mo Qian Ni's sudden appearance.
Both of them stood there motionless for a moment, especially Mo Qian Ni. After a brief moment of shock, her face flushed red, and her watery eyes flickered with a mix of nervousness, embarrassment, and confusion, like an erupting volcano about to burst!
Yang Chen's smile turned into an awkward grimace. Now he was caught holding someone else's lingerie, staring blankly; being labeled as a pervert was inevitable! As Yang Chen braced himself for the impending criticism, to his surprise, Mo Qian Ni didn't scream. Instead, she walked up with a complex expression, placed the blanket on the sofa, approached Yang Chen, and swiftly snatched her little secret back from his hand. Holding it in her palm, she bit her lip and asked, with a bewildered look in her eyes, "You've never seen a woman's before? What's there to stare at?"
"I have seen, but I've never seen one as good-looking as this," Yang Chen replied confidently. After all, he had seen it, smelled it, what was there to be afraid of?
Upon hearing this, Mo Qian Ni's eyes shimmered with emotion, her heart pounding, but she couldn't help but ask, "Really good-looking?"
"Yeah, it suits you very well."
"Bullshit, you've never seen me wearing it, how would you know it suits me?" As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Qian Ni realized something was off. It seemed as if she was asking him to see her wearing it, feeling embarrassed, she wanted to disappear into the ground!
Yang Chen also felt the ambiguity between them. What was strange to him was that such a sudden and awkward conversation felt surprisingly natural, without making him feel uncomfortable.
With a calm heart, Yang Chen didn't avoid anything further, smiling as he said, "If you really want to show me, I don't mind. At most, I'll keep it to myself."
"Dream on, let your wife wear it for you!" Mo Qian Ni teased, rolling her eyes at him, then headed towards the bathroom, adding, "I'm going to take a bath. If you're tired, go ahead and sleep. If you want to watch TV, feel free to turn it on."
Mo Qian Ni's bathroom was opposite her bedroom, not visible from the living room, so even with Yang Chen there, she didn't feel the need to avoid anything, confidently taking her change of clothes and disappearing inside.
Yang Chen tidied up the magazines on the sofa, turned off the energy-saving light in the living room, and then comfortably lay down. He didn't bother to take off his clothes, just casually covered himself with the towel blanket and began to drift off to sleep.
Before long, Yang Chen's sensitive ears picked up the sound of running water from the bathroom. Just having seen Mo Qian Ni's intimate item had stirred up some impure thoughts in his mind. Now, hearing the sound of the shower, he couldn't help but imagine Mo Qian Ni undressing and slipping into the bathtub.
In the quiet of the small apartment, at midnight, with a man and a woman, their recent ambiguous encounter made it seem almost inevitable for something to happen next.
Of course, Yang Chen only casually entertained these thoughts. If he really barged into the bathroom to do something, not only would it make things awkward at work, but if it got back to Lin Ruoxi, it would be a disaster.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Chen gradually calmed his turbulent thoughts and listened to the sound of the water, slowly drifting into sleep.
After more than half an hour, the bathroom door was quietly opened. Wrapped in a snowy-white towel, Mo Qian Ni stepped out gently, wearing a pair of slippers, ensuring Yang Chen was still asleep on the sofa before tiptoeing into her own room and closing the door.
In the bedroom, Mo Qian Ni removed the only white towel she had on, casually tossing it aside on the floor. The soft yellow light illuminated her skin, which was flushed with a rosy hue, giving it a radiant glow.
Facing the dressing mirror, Mo Qian Ni quietly observed her own naked body, like a flawless ivory artwork, perfect in every aspect.
Ruffling her wet hair, Mo Qian Ni muttered to herself, "Mo Qian Ni, what are you doing admiring yourself? There's no need for self-admiration. Even if you're good-looking, only you can appreciate it."
"What? Are you feeling lustful for a man?"
"Stop it, what's so great about men? Appreciate yourself. That's called confidence!"
Muttering to herself a few more times, Mo Qian Ni then started drying her hair, occasionally glancing towards the door.
This was the first time she had brought a man to her home. She didn't understand why she had suddenly invited him. Was it because he had escorted her home late at night and seemed tired, and she felt sorry for him? Or was it because after so many years of being alone, sitting in an empty house, she felt too lonely and needed someone's company?
No, that couldn't be it. Why would she be afraid of loneliness? She had been alone since childhood; a bit of loneliness was nothing to her! It must be because she felt sorry for him!
But why did she invite this man over? Why was she so pleased when he agreed to stay the night? He's her best friend's husband, after all. What if there's a misunderstanding? She used to dislike him so much.
What is he doing now? Is he sleeping? Or is he lost in thought? Perhaps he's dreaming?
Mona felt her heart was in turmoil. It's late, she's worked all week and should rest properly. But just the thought of that man sleeping in the living room, lying on the couch where she usually sits to read magazines, made her want to go and check on him.
Why did she have this urge to go see him?
Mona thought for a moment, came up with what she thought was a sensible reason - she was worried about his sleeping habits, afraid he might kick off the blanket and catch a cold sleeping on the floor. So, as the host, it was only natural for her to check on her guest's sleeping conditions.
With her newfound courage, Mona, ignoring her half-dried hair, slipped on her slippers and tiptoed out of the bedroom, quietly making her way to the couch where Yang Chen was sleeping.