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    “I’ve never played this.”
    An Yaoyao—helpless with the controller—looked pitifully at Shen Junxi. “Shen Shao—teach me?”
    Tsk.
    Su Niansheng frowned.
    This girl—still not giving up?
    Guess she needs a hard hit today to back off!
    She stood—moved to Shen Junxi. “I’ve never played either—teach me~”
    “Okay.” Shen Junxi patiently took the controller. “First—familiarize with buttons. See these? LT switches skill outfits. LB is dial. RT is dive. RB is dash…”
    “Oh~”
    Su Niansheng bit her lip—whined. “Jun Ge—telling me won’t stick. Can you teach me hand-in-hand?”
    Shen Junxi’s eyes darkened.
    An Yaoyao’s eyes widened. This seductress—calling him Jun Ge? Disgusting!
    Xie Zhiyuan watched eagerly.
    “Miss Su’s smooth—no wonder Junxi’s hooked.”
    “Okay.” Shen Junxi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Long arm circled her waist—held her soft hand. “Like this—press LB first…”
    His voice trembled—breath hitched.
    Su Niansheng—seeing An Yaoyao’s sharp gaze—smirked, sat on his lap. “This way—easier.”
    Her round, bouncy peach hips landed on him. Shen Junxi’s thigh tensed—forehead veins pulsed.
    She…
    An Yaoyao was furious.
    In public—what’s she doing?!
    Claimed no public “exposure” kink—she’s bolder than anyone!
    “Woo~” Xie Zhiyuan—playing games—said double-meaning. “So thrilling!”
    “Continue?”
    Su Niansheng felt his pause—urged him.
    While urging—unconsciously squirmed. The touch teased him—eyes bright, forehead beaded. A nameless fire burned from dry lips to firm belly.
    His beloved girl—right in his arms.
    Pouting, swinging legs…
    So fragrant, soft, tempting—he lost focus on the game. Just wanted to pin her down.
    “…”
    Su Niansheng watched him zone out—game character died three times in two minutes. Doubted Duan Chengyu’s words.
    Is Shen Xiaoxi really a gaming god?
    Can’t even pass easy mode?
    She turned—doubtful. “Can you do it?”
    “Can you” stung his pride. Eyes narrowed—dangerous aura. Brief clarity—voice gritty. “Watch me.”
    He spoke hoarsely—started playing.
    Su Niansheng watched smooth, exciting moves—cheered. “Ah~ Jun Ge’s so capable! Awesome! So satisfying——”
    Her cry—key words hit his mind. Shen Junxi lost focus again—blood surged, body ached.
    “Don’t shout.”
    He stopped her—voice rough, hoarse.
    Su Niansheng: “?” Strict even when gaming—no celebrating!
    “One more round.”
    “No.”
    Shen Junxi threw the controller.
    One round—drained his willpower. Another—he’d collapse.
    “Really?” Su Niansheng turned—doubted. “You’re hot for three seconds max?”
    “Three seconds” was sensitive—but he had no strength to prove. All energy fought her scent, voice, body…
    Gave up—lay flat.
    “Don’t move—let me rest.”
    He held her slender waist—pulled her close.
    Deep, hoarse voice—hint of pleading. Frowning—sweat dripped down his handsome face, twisted with desire. Afraid she’d see—buried in her dark, fragrant hair.
    Baby…
    My treasure.
    Love you so much.
    Want you so badly…
    Hundreds of rehearsed love lines, dirty thoughts—all turned into a restrained, unbearable sigh. “Niansheng.”
    Su Niansheng—wanted to ask about game feel—heard his call.
    Provocative, charming—like a hook. Called her name.
    Just like “baby” at the door—she trembled, melted. Replied unconsciously: “Hm?”
    Her gentle reply—made him feel invincible. Sanity crumbled—on the verge of losing control. Hand cupped her face—thumb clamped her chin. Leaned down—about to kiss.
    An Yaoyao—seeing him love-struck, bewitched by the seductress—turned green with envy!
    Her Shen Shao!
    Tricked by the seductress!
    Covered her mouth—wanted to cry. Glared at Su Niansheng—ran out of the gaming room.
    Staying—they’d do it in front of her! Too much!
    Xie Zhiyuan couldn’t take it either.
    The atmosphere—too intense. Even not single—couldn’t handle the lovey-dovey pair.
    “I’ll get you drinks.”
    He excused himself—left.
    Su Niansheng—seeing An Yaoyao leave—felt accomplished. Stood excitedly. “Shen Xiaoxi—success! Your admirer’s gone—no more acting!”
    Shen Junxi—mid-kiss in thin air—froze. Doused in cold water—sobered. But sweat-soaked face, deep eyes showed—still lost in desire.
    “?”
    Su Niansheng wondered—no reaction?
    An Yaoyao left—he’s not happy?
    If she looked lower—she’d know his reaction.
    “You…”
    She was about to speak—he stood, headed to the bathroom without looking back.
    Same reaction, figure—reminded her of the toad incident.
    She looked at herself, then the closed bathroom door—fury blazed. Shen Xiaoxi!
    Did she sitting on his lap trigger his cleanliness—so he went to “clean up”?!

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