Chapter 43: Dressed Like That, You Dare Go Out?

  “Sure thing, Sister Qi, welcome aboard! I was just worried I couldn’t handle Yangzi alone.” As soon as Xu Danlu heard Gao Qi say that, she reached out to pull her in.

  Seeing how serious she looked, Gao Qi panicked, face flushed red, and ran off. “I’m not playing with you two crazies! Have your fun, but remember to bring that… thing!”

  Zhang Yang and Xu Danlu couldn’t help exchanging a smile. Then Xu Danlu’s cheeks turned red as she dragged Zhang Yang quickly into their room.

  Zhang Yang took the initiative to explain to Xu Danlu what had happened today—though, of course, he conveniently skipped over the parts involving Qiao Xier and things he shouldn’t have seen.

  He also officially told her for the first time that he was now a member of the “Dragonborn” project team. Xu Danlu was stunned speechless. Though Zhang Yang had vaguely mentioned it once back in Shanghai, she hadn’t asked further. She never expected her boyfriend was now a scientist researching cancer treatment.

  She herself studied biotechnology, but she knew she was still far from a professional level. Participating in an ordinary school research project was already out of reach—let alone a national 863 key project. To her, that sounded like pure fantasy.

  In her mind, scientists were always gray-haired, wearing thick glasses, with serious and meticulous attitudes—veteran professors, not young guys like Zhang Yang. And yet, her boyfriend was one of them, and not just any—one of the top. Cancer treatment—an issue that had baffled the world’s greatest scientists for a century—was now being tackled by her boyfriend. How could that not be shocking?

  Now she finally understood why her father could receive state-level medical care in Shanghai. It was all thanks to Zhang Yang. Back then, she thought he’d been lying—but no, it was true. Her boyfriend wasn’t just a scientist; he was a top-tier one.

  Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming happiness. She buried her head into Zhang Yang’s chest, rubbing against him, and after a while, said tearfully, “Thank you.”

  Zhang Yang hugged her tightly, gently stroked her hair, and said softly, “Silly girl, why thank me between us?”

  “I insist!” Xu Danlu’s hand slid sneakily toward his waist, lifting his T-shirt. Her soft, pale hand rubbed his sensitive spot as she grinned. “This little lady can only repay you with her body.”

  “Heh, that’s what I like to hear.” Watching her arch her back deliberately, her breasts round and full, Zhang Yang felt a surge of heat rush through him. This girl was pure temptation incarnate.

  Xu Danlu gave him a sultry look, then slowly grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it up inch by inch, taking her loose bra along with it. Instantly, her snow-white breasts bounced free…

  “Hubby, it’s all yours!”

  “Wifey, I’m coming!”

  ………

  Though her period got in the way, Xu Danlu’s biting skills had somehow leveled up several grades. Zhang Yang was pleasantly surprised. Under his “interrogation,” he learned that she and Big Tits had spent the afternoon studying Japanese adult films together.

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  “Ha, Lulu, told you Sister Qi would corrupt you.” Zhang Yang smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Still, Big Tits did something right this time—for the sake of our domestic harmony.”

  “Big Tits?” Xu Danlu tilted her head up, brushing her forehead against his chin and pouting. “Oh, so you’ve got your eyes on Sister Qi now?”

  “Uh… Heaven knows, I was just saying. Besides, yours aren’t small either.” Zhang Yang grabbed a handful, trying to change the topic.

  Xu Danlu looked down at herself with a smug little smile. “Of course, you’ve got good taste. But this morning, I did notice Sister Qi’s are really big—probably around 34E, right? You’d definitely drool if you saw them.”

  Zhang Yang froze. “You saw them this morning? Don’t tell me you two were watching that stuff *and* doing, uh, yuri…”

  “No way!” Xu Danlu flailed, hitting him with both hands and feet.

  That night, Zhang Yang went to work as a waiter, just as he’d promised Gao Qi. Though he didn’t really need the money now, and Gao Qi thought he was just bored, Zhang Yang still took it seriously. As he put it, “I’m a law-abiding citizen—I won’t breach a contract.”

  Once he started, Xu Danlu got interested too, insisting on working part-time as well. Gao Qi couldn’t take her nagging and agreed. So the two proudly treated their hotel waiter gigs as pre-graduation internships.

  The next morning, Xu Danlu went back to school, while Zhang Yang skipped Professor Zheng’s Gene Engineering class to chase his four system points. Not that it mattered—Professor Zheng was swamped lately, and his lectures were being covered by an assistant anyway. And Zhang Yang, being part of the “Dragonborn” research team now, not getting those credits would be ridiculous.

  Around 8:30, Qiao Xier called, telling him to wait for her at the hotel entrance.

  Hearing her hesitant voice reminded Zhang Yang that he’d told her to wear a deep V and miniskirt. Oh, this was going to be good.

  When the appointed time came, he saw her flashy R8 roaring toward him, stopping sharply at the hotel gate.

  The door opened, and Qiao Xier—wearing sunglasses—rolled down the window and waved. “Get in!”

  Zhang Yang sighed. Beautiful senior, what are you doing? Driving such a showy car and wearing shades in thug territory? You’re asking for trouble.

  But since she was here, he didn’t complain. Opening the door, he got in—and immediately caught a whiff of light perfume. Glancing at her, his nose started bleeding on the spot.

  Damn, she was dressed way too outrageously.

  He’d told her to wear a deep V—sure, she did. But that neckline was so deep it looked like she’d cut it with scissors.

  The V went down nearly to her navel. And that wasn’t even the worst part. Most people wearing that would at least use a nude bra, but Qiao Xier? She’d just used nipple covers. Okay, sure, her body could pull it off—but come on, that’s evening gown level!

  And the skirt—yesterday’s was maybe thirty-seven centimeters. Today’s? Thirty, at best. And worse, no safety shorts.

  One glance down and he could see her black panties clearly.

  “Huh!” Qiao Xier saw his nosebleed and kindly handed him a tissue. But as she reached out, the fabric under her armpit parted, exposing the side of her breast—smooth, pale, and glistening. Zhang Yang went hard instantly.

  “Where to?” Qiao Xier caught all of it, smirking with satisfaction. Hmph, got a good look at *these* curves, huh?

  “Where to?” Zhang Yang mumbled through his tissue, sneaking another greedy glance. “Obviously, to your place.”

  “Uh…” To her place?

  Qiao Xier’s first thought—did this beast want to pounce on her after seeing her dressed like this?

  She looked down at herself and blushed. Dressed like this, he wouldn’t even have to push—he could just climb right on. What the hell was she thinking, going out like this?

  And why didn’t she feel even a little shy in front of him?

  Thinking that, she quickly shook her head. “Not going back!”

  “Not going back?” Zhang Yang pointed at her almost-bare chest and swallowed. “You’re fine letting others see, but I’m not.”

  Qiao Xier’s face flushed red. She glared at him fiercely, foot resting on the gas pedal, hesitating on what to do.

  After a while, she looked at Zhang Yang, conflicted. “Really go back and change?”

  “Of course!” Zhang Yang nodded firmly. If Qiao Xier went out dressed like that, even normal people wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves. If he hit the wrong guy trying to defend her, the system would deduct points. Plus, he genuinely didn’t want her making such a huge sacrifice just for his system points. She might’ve been fierce before, but she’d always dressed conservatively. This transformation was just… absurd.

  Qiao Xier instinctively pulled her neckline together, gave Zhang Yang a glare, and muttered, “Didn’t you tell me to dress like this? Now you regret it? You think clothes are free?”

  Zhang Yang almost fainted. So she’d *bought* that outfit just for this? No wonder it looked brand new.

  “Alright, fine, I take it back. Go change into something more modest. Yesterday’s outfit was perfect.”

  “Hmph!” Qiao Xier snorted and floored the gas pedal. The car shot forward. Zhang Yang grabbed the handle—yep, she was driving toward her place, and judging by that little smug look, she was feeling quite pleased with herself.

  Back at her place, she changed into short black hot pants and a red T-shirt. Zhang Yang noticed they were new too, freshly washed but still with faint folding creases. She must’ve bought them last night. He hadn’t expected her to go through so much trouble just for what he said. He felt a wave of gratitude.

  After changing, Qiao Xier looked at him and asked, “This okay?”

  Zhang Yang gave her a once-over, his eyes full of admiration. At 1.75 meters tall, she had both the figure and the presence. The shorts and T-shirt made her look hot as hell—her long, pale legs were pure perfection.

  “Damn, with a body like that, it’s a crime you’re not a model.” Zhang Yang swallowed hard. The outfit was killer—but a bit thin. It was autumn, and the air was cool. He thought for a moment and said, “It’s chilly. You’ll catch a cold dressed like that.”

  “Tch, my body’s strong, I’ll be fine. Let’s go.” Qiao Xier pouted, grabbed a bag, and glanced at Zhang Yang. “We still heading to Qianshui Street?”