Chapter 0523: White Steamed Buns

For Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao's words just now were full of hints, setting his imagination ablaze, and even after walking back to the living room, his mind was still occupied with certain erotic scenes.

After all, deep down he was a mature man; some things, once tasted, become addictive. If it hadn't started, perhaps it would have been better, but since the two had already confirmed their relationship, it was impossible for Zhao Fusheng to deliberately suppress certain instincts.

After watching TV for a while, feeling bored and drowsy, he simply stood up and walked back to his own room.

Back in the room, he took a shower, then lay on the bed, bare-chested, picking up a book on business management to read.

He was in good shape, perhaps due to exercising since childhood, so Zhao Fusheng looked very much like those fitness models of later generations, with well-defined, chiseled muscles all over his body.

A certain kind of desire in a person only lasts for a moment; once the urge passes, there's no feeling left.

That was true; men who think about clapping all day long are purely driven by lust.

Normal people might be seduced by beauty, but if they have things to do and keep busy, they won't dwell on certain matters.

So, when Fan Baobao finally waited until her sister was sound asleep and came to Zhao Fusheng's room, she saw him ready to go to sleep.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's muscles, though not for the first time, Fan Baobao still blushed a little. She glared at him and whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Going to sleep," Zhao Fusheng said, puzzled.

This was unacceptable to Fan Baobao. With my natural beauty, am I really so unattractive in your eyes? That's not right, is it?

After all, Zhao Fusheng wasn't usually like this.

"You're just going to sleep like that?" Fan Baobao reached out and patted him on the body.

"Yeah," Zhao Fusheng was indeed a bit tired. He nodded, turned over, and prepared to sleep.

"You!" Fan Baobao was furious, tempted to grab the pillow and smother this blockhead.

"What about me? Dressed like that, what else would I do but sleep?" Zhao Fusheng blinked, looked Fan Baobao up and down, and said with a grin.

He was just joking; Fan Baobao had been coaxing her sister to sleep and hadn't had time to change clothes. Naturally, she was still in her formal attire.

But Fan Baobao didn't know that. She subconsciously looked at herself, then simply sat on the bed: "I'm your girlfriend, and you're still so calm? What do you mean?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily, looked up at Fan Baobao, but said nothing.

Fan Baobao's eyes darted, and she whispered in Zhao Fusheng's ear, "Do you want to take a look?"

Zhao Fusheng didn't respond at all; he simply turned over, leaving his back to Fan Baobao.

"I'm taking off my clothes now." Zhao Fusheng didn't move.

"I really am taking them off now." Zhao Fusheng still didn't move.

Holy crap!

Fan Baobao was utterly deflated. Am I really that unattractive?

Something snapped in Fan Baobao's nerves. Rage surged from her heart, and wickedness grew in her mind. She simply took off all her clothes, truly baring herself.

"Zhao Fusheng, I'm naked. Don't you want to take a look?" Fan Baobao spoke again. In her mind, Zhao Fusheng would surely still have no reaction, and then she would mock him thoroughly.

But the next moment, Zhao Fusheng actually turned around and glanced at her.

For an instant, Fan Baobao was dumbfounded, staring at Zhao Fusheng with her mouth agape.

Zhao Fusheng was also stunned. He hadn't expected Fan Baobao to actually strip.

"Not bad, pretty big," he said subconsciously.

Then, Zhao Fusheng saw Fan Baobao open her mouth as if to scream. He quickly covered her mouth with his hand and said in a low voice, "Be careful, Beibei is still sleeping."

Fan Baobao, torn between shame and anger, suddenly remembered that her sister was still asleep downstairs. If she yelled and woke her up, it would be even harder to handle.

Glaring fiercely at Zhao Fusheng, she directly pinched his arm.

Zhao Fusheng endured the pain and said to Fan Baobao, "I'll let go. Don't shout, okay?"

Fan Baobao nodded. Zhao Fusheng released her, then stepped back to put some distance between them. With a helpless expression, he said, "Are you trying to murder your husband?"

Fan Baobao didn't react to that remark at all. Pointing at Zhao Fusheng, she said, "You, you, you cheated!"

Zhao Fusheng looked completely innocent: "How did I cheat? I didn't force you to take off your clothes. You stripped yourself and told me to look..."

As he spoke, he pointed at Fan Baobao. After all, the girl was still topless at the moment.

Fan Baobao finally came to her senses and, without a word, covered the glimpse of her chest, glaring at Zhao Fusheng: "You're still looking!"

Zhao Fusheng quickly closed his eyes: "Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, I'm not looking, I'm not looking."

As he said these words, he couldn't help but want to laugh, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth. If not for fear that Fan Baobao would fly into a shameful rage and burst into tears, Zhao Fusheng would have laughed until he had no strength left.

"I, I'll deal with you tomorrow!" After thinking for a long time, classmate Fan Baobao couldn't figure out how to deal with this guy, so she had to let him off for now.

Having issued this harsh threat, Miss Fan, without another word, put on her clothes and turned to leave.

At that moment, she had no face left to stay in Zhao Fusheng's room.

Watching his girlfriend's retreating figure, a smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth. He smacked his lips, "Not bad, developing quite well."

If Fan Baobao had heard that, she would have turned around and fought him to the death.

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng was by no means a gentleman, at least in matters between men and women, he was the type to follow his whims.

If Fan Baobao weren't with him, Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't be like this, and might even keep his distance. After all, he wasn't a hot-blooded young lad; even if he had needs, he wouldn't force anyone.

But since Fan Baobao was now his girlfriend, he certainly didn't mind.

Regardless, Fan Beibei was still downstairs. Even if Zhao Fusheng wanted to do something, he couldn't choose this moment, especially after such an awkward scene. He figured Fan Baobao was probably lying in bed right now, gritting her teeth and muttering his name. Zhao Fusheng wasn't crazy, so he wouldn't go out of his way to provoke his girlfriend, who was like a volcano about to erupt.

But the problem is, many things in this world don't develop according to our own wishes.

Just as Zhao Fusheng had lain down and was about to fall asleep, the door to the room was pushed open again...