91. Nutritional Breakfast Milk
Don’t ask! Don’t mention it! Just pretend you don’t know!
Ning Chu was internally wailing; God knows how Wen Yang discovered her author account. It had already been half a month, and he was following her updates every day!
A slice of her over two thousand dollars in royalties was practically Wen Yang’s.
But that made her even more ashamed—talk about cringe!
Her inner world was completely laid bare to Wen Yang…
She had completely lost the motivation to write!
Waking up, Ning Chu felt a bit dazed. She stared blankly at the wall, feeling the heat at her backside, then let out a sigh.
She was already used to being held at gunpoint at home.
The fate of a good person~
“I need to catch up on yesterday’s update.”
She mumbled quietly, “Plus studying, finals are coming up soon…”
But now she had no idea how to write an autobiography! With every chapter she typed up, Wen Yang would know her thoughts a little more.
And then there was the secret of her time travel, the reason she turned into a woman… everything would be known to Wen Yang, though he’d probably just think it was part of the novel’s plot.
This world might have all kinds of fantasy elements—aliens, hypnosis, tentacles—but turning into a woman as a punishment from the heavens was just too ridiculous.
Wen Yang was sleeping soundly, one arm serving as her pillow while he hugged her waist, making her feel warm and toasty on a winter night.
“Well, he’s seen it all anyway.”
As long as Wen Yang pretended nothing had happened, she could conveniently forget the whole affair!
Ning Chu pulled his hand off her waist, twisted her hips, and stretched.
Still, she felt sluggish.
She’d gone to bed late last night, and with her heavy thoughts, she hadn’t slept long.
Usually, even if she only got four or five hours of sleep, she would be fine the next day, but today, she woke up yawning and just wanted to crawl back into bed.
Rubbing her teary eyes, she glanced at her phone and lazily snuggled back into Wen Yang’s embrace.
“Awake?”
Wen Yang was roused from sleep by her movement, his voice raspy with sleepiness.
“Yeah, still a bit tired.”
“What time is it?”
“A little past seven…”
“Time to get up and wash up.”
Ning Chu leaned against Wen Yang’s arm with a face of disbelief, yawning as she half-opened her eyes: “Can’t get up, sealed!”
Her eyelids felt heavier, and without realizing it, she closed her eyes again, jolting awake moments later, afraid she’d drift back off.
She had to catch a bus by 7:30, and time was not on her side.
But the cold air and the warm quilt acted like chains, firmly securing her to the bed.
“I’m getting up to wash up first; you hurry up.”
Withdrawing his arm from under her head, Wen Yang sat up and shook his numb hand.
He looked down at the little succubus curled up on the bed, casually asking, “What you wrote in the book…”
“Don’t mention it! It’s all made up! Just a novel!”
Seeing the little succubus suddenly awake and squealing, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “If you’re awake, go wash your face, or you’ll be late.”
“Oh… but I’m so tired; I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
“Then let’s do something to wake you up?”
Wen Yang looked at Ning Chu with hope, his thin silk pajamas visibly outlining her plush forms.
“Don’t! I’m tired!”
Expected rejection; he didn’t say much, slipping on his slippers and heading to the bathroom to wash up.
Ning Chu lay there staring at the ceiling, feeling exhausted.
It shouldn’t be like this! She’d been fine the last time she stayed up late!
Today she even got six and a half hours of sleep! Why was she this tired?
Am I getting old? Can’t keep up with the energy?
Her drowsy brain soon fell into chaos, drifting through all sorts of bizarre thoughts.
One moment, she was thinking about the plot she would write today; the next, she was contemplating how to deal with Wen Yang after he found out she was a time traveler.
Then came a bizarre thought: could it be that she felt this drained today because there was no “ghs” last night?
Ning Chu suddenly woke up.
Oh my! That might really be it!
Previously, when she stayed up late, she was usually just playing on her phone while Wen Yang had other plans. Before they knew it, the hours had flown by.
If it was just a matter of skill, she would typically feel exhausted the next day, barely able to keep from dozing off in class.
But if she was well-fed and well-rested? She’d be full of energy.
If she were a succubus, that would make sense!
It would also explain why she felt like a washed-up noodle after one little flood but other succubi could handle intense “ghs.”
Because it’s a battle to raise a battle!
Ning Chu hesitated, so if she wanted to have the energy to tackle today, she needed to get moving and grab some breakfast milk.
“Still not up?” Wen Yang had finished washing up and changed his clothes, stepping out of the bathroom.
He turned to see Ning Chu dazed in bed, noticing her eyes were a little too pink and her face flushed.
Wonder what junk was bouncing around in her head!
But alas, there was no time for delay.
“It’s almost 7:30.” Wen Yang sighed, throwing on his coat while saying, “Your autobiography reads like reality…”
“Shut up!”
Ning Chu jumped up immediately: “I’m getting up! Stop talking!”
She hurriedly jumped off the bed, racing barefoot into the bathroom.
Splashing her face with cold water and rubbing her skin with a towel, she finally felt a bit more awake, glaring fiercely at Wen Yang: “Don’t bring it up again! We’ll pretend nothing happened!”
Finally catching Ning Chu at her weak point, Wen Yang wasn’t going to let this slip away.
He grinned like a sly fox: “Well, we can… if you do…”
With Wen Yang’s unyielding gaze on her, Ning Chu’s eyes darted as she brushed her teeth in two minutes.
Clearly, this lsp wanted her to take some initiative.
She was just about to test if breakfast milk really worked…
No way! Absolutely not!
If this carried on, she’d end up just like a female lead in a story! What’s the difference with a real succubus?
Wen Yang stood outside the bathroom, watching Ning Chu wrestle with her thoughts, her delicate face blazing with shame and her flirty brows dipping, enough to make him want to tease her even more.
He turned around and grabbed some regular clothes for Ning Chu from the closet, handing them over: “You really hold nothing back in your writing… everything goes in there.”
That feeling of shame surged back up.
“Stop talking, just stop…”
Her embarrassed chest felt like it might explode!
Ning Chu made a sudden decision, yanking Wen Yang into the bathroom: “If we’re late, it’s not my fault!”
“Ah? We can save it for later…”
Wen Yang couldn’t react in time when he saw Ning Chu’s hand already unfastening his pants, her blush fully on display as she resolutely lowered her head.
“Ah~”
This was just a test to see if breakfast milk really had energizing effects for succubi!
