Chapter 66: Goaded into Action

The second bedroom of the Shen Family.

Wu Yue'er was wearing a gray off-the-shoulder dress today, the hem covering half of her thighs. She scooted closer to Shen Yan, rubbed her leg against his, took hold of his left hand, and said coquettishly, "Let's go, let's go."

Shen Yan lowered his head and glanced at those glowing white, long legs, swallowed subconsciously, then looked away and said in an unnatural tone, "I really don't want to go. Isn't it better for you to just play some games?"

Wu Yue'er took in this whole scene, couldn't help but reveal a triumphant smile, and then proceeded to perform an action that left people dumbfounded.

She grabbed Shen Yan's left hand and placed it on her thigh. Shen Yan was startled and gave a jolt, wanting to pull back, but Wu Yue'er held it down with both hands.

Shen Yan turned his head and looked at Wu Yue'er in utter astonishment, asking, "What exactly are you trying to do?" Wu Yue'er smiled radiantly and said, "I'll let you touch my leg, you take me out to play."

At this moment, Shen Yan's little heart was thumping like a drum. The warm sensation on his hand was so intense and heart-stirring that even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn't bear to pull his hand back just like that.

Facing such a dazzling, colorful, and temptation-filled world, it was no wonder so many men couldn't hold onto their original intentions and eventually committed one mistake after another.

The temptation was simply too strong.

It was as if a white shadow and a black shadow were arguing in his mind.

White shadow: "You can't do this, I have a girlfriend."

Black shadow: "So what if you have a girlfriend? It's a freebie delivered to your door; it would be a waste not to take it."

White shadow: "Doing this is immoral."

Black shadow: "The girl doesn't even mind, yet you, a grown man, are just dilly-dallying there. You're really a disgrace to men."

In the end, reason triumphed over desire, and Shen Yan decided to pull his hand back. Sensing this, Wu Yue'er resorted to a goading tactic: "You wouldn't happen to have ideas about me, which is why you're afraid to touch, would you? Fine! I treat you like a brother, and you actually have ulterior motives toward me."

A single sentence hit the mark.

Shen Yan stiffened his neck and said loudly, "Who has ideas about you? If you want me to touch, I'll touch. I never treated you like a girl anyway."

As the words fell, Shen Yan's large hand began to rub against that skin as smooth as congealed fat without any restraint. His fingers trembled slightly, as if exploring every inch of the fine texture of this smooth skin, while his palm kneaded gently, as if feeling its softness and warmth.

To tell the truth, the feel was even better than Hao Anqi's thighs—plump, symmetrical, and full of elasticity, like silky satin, making it impossible to let go.

Wu Yue'er's body trembled slightly. Shen Yan's large hand seemed to possess a kind of magic; that warm touch penetrated her surface skin, and in an instant, an incomparably stimulating electric current washed through every nerve from top to bottom.

How could it be like this?

Although her heart was in turmoil, Wu Yue'er still remained calm and composed, clicking her tongue: "It just feels like that. I really don't know why you boys like to get handsy with girls."

Since the other party was acting as if nothing had happened, Shen Yan naturally couldn't show any abnormal behavior. He rubbed his nose with his right hand and said calmly, "Indeed, it doesn't feel like much to touch. Maybe it's because we don't have chemistry."

Wu Yue'er blinked and observed closely, but she really couldn't see a single clue on Shen Yan's face. That couldn't be right; how many girls envied and were jealous of her long legs, and how many men wished they could crawl under her pomegranate skirt.

He must be putting on an act.

Hmph! His acting skills are actually quite good.

Everything in excess is as bad as deficiency. After a moment, Wu Yue'er pushed that large hand away and said, "Anyway, you've already touched, now take me out to play."

This time Shen Yan didn't refuse again. Who told him to be blinded by lust, accidentally falling for a goading tactic, and getting led astray without realizing it?

Night fell, the lights came on, and the neon lights on the street flickered with colorful hues. The city's prosperity and tranquility merged at this moment, as poetic and picturesque as a painting.

Following the path along the river and turning past the bridge, ten minutes later, the two arrived at the Intime Center, and the 6th floor was where the video game arcade was located.

The variety of games here was very complete, including racing, shooting, dance machines, claw machines, arcade games, and more. It just so happened that the arcade was running a National Day promotion—150 tokens for 50 yuan—so Shen Yan bought a batch directly.

Then Wu Yue'er brought Shen Yan to the arcade game area and said they would play King of Fighters, wanting to let Shen Yan witness what a master's style was. As it turned out, the boast was made, and her face was slapped soundly in return.

Five minutes later, Shen Yan looked at Wu Yue'er with disdain and said, "So this is a master's style. I've witnessed it."

Wu Yue'er began to doubt life, "How did you do that? Just a moment ago you were like a noob, and now you've wiped me out with full health using a combo."

Shen Yan said, "Your reaction isn't as fast as mine. You can do it if you seize the timing of the attack." Wu Yue'er didn't believe it and played two more rounds.

Alright! Hard work and such are simply not worth mentioning in the face of talent.

Both of them were tall with top-tier looks, so they attracted a large crowd of gazes as soon as they arrived, whether from men or women, either openly or secretly.

At this time, a little yellow-haired guy nearby said with a cheeky face, "Buddy, how can you be so violent toward a beauty? Beauty, how about I teach you how to play King of Fighters?"

Wu Yue'er didn't pay him any mind and took Shen Yan to play shooting games and racing. While her body and mind were wounded, she was deeply shocked by Shen Yan's superhuman reaction speed and physical coordination.

"Shen Yan, you are really amazing. It feels like nothing can stump you." Wu Yue'er's eyes were overflowing with little stars.

Shen Yan rubbed his nose and said modestly, "Low profile, low profile. I'm just a tiny bit better than the average person."

Wu Yue'er smiled beautifully and then led Shen Yan to linger in every corner of the arcade—dance machines, basketball shooting, bumper balls, etc. They played the games they liked multiple times until, finally, the two came to the claw machines.

Shen Yan said, "These claw machines are usually set with a probability for the number of attempts; usually, it takes dozens of tries to get one doll. It's not very interesting."

Wu Yue'er, however, didn't care at all. Her eyes shone as she looked at the dazzling array of dolls inside the machine, assuming a posture of wanting to go all out.

If you don't listen to good advice, you'll suffer the consequences.

The result was self-evident. Wu Yue'er had no technique for catching dolls; she relied entirely on feeling and would strike when it felt about right. In the end, she wasted all fifty tokens and still came away empty-handed.

Seeing that she was getting a bit carried away, Shen Yan grabbed her by the back of her collar and ran.

Walking out of the Intime building, the air was so fresh it felt like drinking sweet spring water, making one feel refreshed. At this time, Wu Yue'er pointed to a ring-toss stall not far away and said, "Shen Yan, let's go play that."