513. Daily Life
The night gradually deepened. Ning Chu had taken a shower and slipped into her comfy cotton shorts and a white short sleeve shirt. She was sprawling in Wen Yang’s arms, yawning as she held her mobile phone, engrossed in a TV drama.
“The beginning was pretty good, but why did the second half take a nosedive?”
“Guess the screenplay writer ran out of ideas?”
“Such a disappointing ending~”
She loved ranting about the plot and characters with Wen Yang, especially when they were on the same wavelength.
However, her waist felt like it was constantly under the barrel of a g*n, making her a bit uncomfortable.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
“Ning Chu jie~”
“Qian Qian? Didn’t you go on a date?” Ning Chu mumbled as she got up from Wen Yang’s embrace, swishing her tail as she ran to the door. Upon seeing the red-haired girl in the hallway, she couldn’t resist teasing, “So, did you confess to your crush?”
“How can you say that!” Qian Qian whined, “Where have you two run off to? You made me super nervous!”
“Xinya invited us out for barbecue.”
“!!!”
Her moment of annoyance instantly turned to indignation: “You didn’t invite me!”
“Let your little boyfriend pay for you~”
At this, Qian Qian’s face fell: “I suspect he’s just not that into me, he’s so distant…”
“You’re too eager,” Ning Chu leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, “You’ve barely met. How can he feel warm towards you? Just because you’re cute and pretty?”
“Right!”
“What if he prefers bigger chests?”
Qian Qian paused and looked down at her own A-cup.
A few years ago, she was a flat A, and several years later, she hadn’t made any progress, still sporting the same A.
Rumor has it, when Ning Chu started college, she was as flat as a board—living in the boys’ dorm and nobody even noticed anything odd. But after half a year, she developed quite the… generous curves~
She had always been secretly hoping to hit another growth spurt, but alas, no luck.
“Don’t worry; being petite is cute. Lots of perverts are into your style.” Ning Chu rolled her eyes at her. “If someone’s interested, they’ll eventually ask you out to do something fun. You’re a grown-up, you don’t need me to teach you about dating!”
“Okay~” Qian Qian said, looking dejected, “I’m so bummed, I didn’t even get to eat the barbecue Xinya treated us to…”
With a sigh, she walked into the rental apartment across the hall. Ning Chu finally closed the door, only to hear more teasing from behind.
“You can actually teach others how to date?”
“Why not?”
Ning Chu shut the door and turned back to Wen Yang.
Her shorts only covered her rear and the tops of her thighs, leaving most of her long, fair legs exposed to the air. As she walked, her thighs and calves jiggled slightly, filling Wen Yang’s vision with white, leggy goodness.
“Oooh~ Leg control pervert!”
Even though Ning Chu was a leg enthusiast herself, that didn’t stop her from criticizing Wen Yang.
She climbed back onto the bed, tucked under the quilt, and nestled her head against Wen Yang’s chest, adjusting her position for comfort.
With her little horns, she had to be extra careful not to poke Wen Yang by accident.
Wen Yang softly wrapped his arms around her slim waist and said, “I asked about the internship; they said I can start after the break.”
“Oh, I see…”
Ning Chu wasn’t being clingy; it was just that as a succubus, going over ten days without a man would certainly feel a bit challenging.
Wen Yang picked up on her dissatisfaction and opened his shopping cart on his phone: “No worries, take a look at what you want to buy.”
Curious, Ning Chu leaned down to see, only to find the cart filled with unmentionable “fairy joy sticks.” Her face instantly heated up, turning a cute shade of pink.
“Am I that kind of person?! No way! What a waste of money!” She bashfully avoided eye contact but couldn’t resist peeking at Wen Yang’s phone. With a trembling finger, she clicked on the first item in the cart, her voice barely above a whisper, “How about this one?”
“Isn’t that a bit small?”
“……”
After several years together, they had experimented with all sorts of things, and she was now a competent succubus. But discussing what kind of toy to buy so seriously with Wen Yang made her feel incredibly embarrassed…
“Do whatever you want; after all, if you’re not around, I’ll just find another man, and you won’t know.” Ning Chu turned away, her face still flushed.
“No way, I’m checking for something better…”
Wen Yang didn’t believe a word of Ning Chu’s protest.
This succubus wouldn’t go seek out other men; wearing anything revealing outside would put her in discomfort, and seeing other men was like facing a ghost—totally not the way a succubus should be.
When not experiencing the tingles down below, Little Succubus could be a bit conservative.
“How about this one?”
“Don’t ask me; I don’t know…”
Ning Chu struggled to escape his embrace, not daring to look at those daring toys any longer. She hurriedly ran to the computer and sat down: “I’m going to write a novel, so don’t talk to me!”
“You always get into writing mode when there’s something going on.”
Wen Yang had long figured out her little tricks.
“I’m trying to make money; stop bothering me!”
“Alright, alright~ I’ll pack up, send whatever can be sent back ahead of time.”
He also sat up and began tidying the rental place they’d lived in for the past three years.
After all this time, the room was filled to the brim with various odds and ends, and the wardrobe was crammed full with two luggage bags packed with clothes.
Next semester, they’d be seniors, and he guessed he’d only need to come back for graduation, so it was time to return the place.
Wen Yang walked over to the desk, picked up a few figurines from the shelf, and turned to ask, “Do you want to toss these?”
“What?”
“We’re running out of space at home for all these figurines; shipping them takes up room.”
“Let me see…”
Ning Chu leaned forward to glimpse what Wen Yang was holding, and she immediately shook her head: “Not those! They were from our first ring toss game! They have sentimental value!”
As soon as she said that, she anxiously stood up: “I’ll help clean up. Otherwise, you’ll throw away all my favorites.”
“Not writing anymore?”
“Call in sick and say I’m burning up in bed.”
With that, she shoved Wen Yang out of the way and squatted down to check the contents of the drawers one by one.
Wen Yang could only stand to the side, peering inside the cupboard and spotting a bundled suit: “This JK uniform looks familiar.”
“You gifted it to me; I wore it once and then tucked it away. I was thinking of getting rid of it—there’s no way I’m wearing girl’s clothes again in this lifetime~”
“Got it now…”
“And these accessories… I don’t like wearing things, so why do you keep sending me this stuff every year on my birthday? Just take me for a good meal instead; what a waste of money.”
“Hey, you don’t seem to have given me much either, huh?”
Ning Chu looked up at Wen Yang.
“Whenever I asked what you wanted, you just said you didn’t know.”
“I really don’t~ I don’t need anything.”
