Chapter 20 I... I Can Explain. Please, Calm Down!

“Hurry up and feel! See whether mine is bigger, or hers!”
Wen Wan’s gentle tone carried a crisis that seemed to seep into the very marrow of her bones. Amid her anger, there was also a hint of sorrow—a fear that Chen Luo might leave her.
Her body trembled slightly, and a tear slowly slid down the corner of her eye. Confronted with such a Wen Wan, Chen Luo was at a complete loss.
“No, Wen Wan, don’t cry! Ah! What am I supposed to do?”
At that moment, Chen Luo’s mind was a chaotic mess, and he had no idea where to begin explaining.
Should I explain first, or comfort her emotions?
Right, I should comfort her first. Wasn’t it said online that when your girlfriend’s angry, you just need to hold her tight?
Hmm? Does Wen Wan count as my girlfriend now? Whatever, comforting her comes first.
So, he acted on impulse and hugged her.
Wen Wan let out a startled yelp, obviously frightened.
Wait—why is this so soft, so springy? Chen Luo looked down at where his hands had landed.
Something’s not right! He’d meant to hug her back, but forgot that they were facing each other; Wen Wan’s chest was pressed to him!
His hands, at this moment, were on… Wen Wan’s pert bottom!
It was like a peach! You’d never guess when she wore skirts.
Before he could dwell on it, Wen Wan, startled, loosened her arms, and her entire body fell forward onto Chen Luo’s face.
More precisely, her chest landed squarely on his face.
“Mmmph!” Suddenly buried in those soft mounds, Chen Luo felt an astonishing suppleness, immediately followed by a sense of suffocation.
They’re even bigger than I imagined! I can’t breathe!
Instead of panicking, Wen Wan let out a mischievous laugh. “So that’s why you didn’t want to use your hands. Turns out you like to feel it this way. Then enjoy it to your heart’s content—take that!”
What followed was an overwhelming sensation, as if Chen Luo’s face was getting a luxurious spa treatment, the intoxicating fragrance and the shocking softness making his head spin, with the added resilience under his hands.

*Click!*
With so many stimuli at once, the string of reason in Chen Luo’s mind finally snapped. After all, this body was that of a nineteen-year-old, brimming with youthful vigor!
Add Wen Wan’s beauty and figure—who on earth could hold themselves back?
Driven by primal instinct, Chen Luo’s hands moved: one hand slid to Wen Wan’s shoulder and pulled her down, and he pressed a deep kiss to her slender neck.
“Ah!” Wen Wan cried out in pleasure, closed her eyes, and clutched at Chen Luo’s hair, breathing heavily.
With their cheeks brushing, neither wanted to let go. Chen Luo’s hand slid slowly down, resting on her shoulder strap, gently tugging it downward.
“I’m sorry, Professor Wen isn’t in right now. Please come back in the afternoon.”
Mo Lan’s voice, clear as a bell, jerked Chen Luo back to his senses, cold sweat breaking out all over his body.
In that instant, the broken string of reason was rejoined, and his hand froze mid-action.
“Huff! Huff! Wen… Wen Wan, I—I can explain.”
The passion just now had left Chen Luo breathless, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Wen Wan, on the other hand, looked angry and shouted toward the door, “Mo Lan! I don’t want to see a living soul within ten meters of this door!”
“Yes, Miss Wen!”
Chen Luo took advantage of the moment to steady his breath, tightened his waist, and slowly sat up with Wen Wan still in his arms.
He didn’t let go of her, but let her settle onto his lap.
He knew what mattered most now was to soothe Wen Wan. He grabbed a box from the side, took out a pair of cat ears, and put them on under her watchful gaze.
Now was not the time for pride—pacifying this possessive heiress was the top priority.
“Meow!” Chen Luo let out a soft meow, awkwardly nuzzling Wen Wan’s arm like a cat.
“Master, will you let this kitty explain himself?”
A giggle burst from Wen Wan; her mood clearly improved. She stroked Chen Luo’s hair with one hand, the other gently tracing his abs.
“Speak, your master is listening, my adorable little kitten.”

Chen Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to explain.
“That girl’s name is You Liuhua, she’s my neighbor and classmate. We grew up together.”
“Oh? A childhood sweetheart?” Wen Wan pinched Chen Luo’s stomach hard, her fingers digging in and refusing to let go.
It hurt! But even though it felt like it would leave a bruise, Chen Luo didn’t cry out.
“No, no, no, we’re nothing but classmates and neighbors. I’ve never even held her hand!”
Watching Chen Luo fumble to explain, his voice flustered but sincere, Wen Wan could tell instantly if he was lying—her ability to read people was how she managed the den of snakes and wolves that was her family company.
“Mhm? And then?”
“Today I looked for her purely for my entrepreneurial plan. I want to open an anime-themed bubble tea shop, and she’s a hardcore fan—she can help me make plans.”
“I’m sorry! I forgot to tell you beforehand and made you angry. It won’t happen again.”
Having blurted it all out, Chen Luo’s mouth went dry, and he instinctively reached for water.
But Wen Wan leaned in and kissed him. Her fragrant tongue entwined with his, their lips and teeth meeting, and his parched tongue was instantly soothed.
Slowly, Wen Wan withdrew, a thin thread of saliva still connecting their tongues, the scene dripping with lust and ambiguity.
She licked her lips, narrowed her eyes, and pulled a utility knife from the couch.
“I’ll let you off this time. But if I catch you alone with another girl again, watch out for yourself, hmph.”
Seeing the knife pointing between his legs, Chen Luo swallowed hard and dabbed the sweat from his brow.
“Yes, absolutely, never again.”
“And tomorrow, take me to meet your so-called childhood friend, understood?”
“Ah, ah? Ah!”