Around five in the afternoon, Ning Chu, who had been on her computer in the bedroom, ca out to the living room to wait.
She curled up on the sofa with her legs tucked under her, a blanket draped over her, absentmindedly scrolling on her phone.
The weather was getting colder and colder.
Without heating, even though she’s indoors, her cheeks turned red from the chill, and her feet stayed icy despite wearing thick cotton socks. Her ears and toes were already frozen red, chilblains swelling her toes until they looked like little carrots.
Her mom's boyfriend ca in carrying a slightly outdated electric heater, plugged it in, and set it on the coffee table. As the heating elent began to glow red and give off warmth, he sat down beside it, placed a small kettle on top, and took out tea leaves and little teacups from under the table.
“Want so tea?” he asked.
Ning Chu had never really talked to him before, so this first bit of small talk made her a little awkward.
“No, thanks.”
“Why don’t you warm up under the blankets?” he asked, eyes still on the heater as he waited for the water to boil.
“Can’t stay still,” she replied.
Her gaze drifted toward the front door. Yesterday at this ti, Wen Yang had already arrived, but today he was probably delayed.
She looked toward the kitchen. Her mom was there, a Douyin livestream playing out loud on her phone as she humd a little tune and cheerfully wiped down the counter. Whenever this Uncle was ho, her mom’s mood visibly lifted.
As for Black Bean, after finishing her tutoring howork, she had thrown herself entirely into the practice books Wen Yang had bought. At this point, Ning Chu already owed her almost ten als. Thankfully, the cat girl only had one mouth to feed.
From outside in the hallway, she faintly heard the elevator doors open.
She jumped up eagerly, but slowed her pace at the door, schooling her excited expression before unlocking it at a calm, asured speed.
“Wen Yang~” Her tone lifted slightly at the end.
The mont he saw the little succubus, all that remained on Wen Yang’s face was a warm, gentle smile.
“I saw a roujiamo stand on the way here and got you one,” he said, taking off his shoes while fishing it from his coat pocket. “It looked like they were generous with the at, and there was a line—should be pretty good.”
“What about Black Bean’s?”
“Oh… forgot hers.”
As Ning Chu stepped aside to let him in, Wen Yang spotted the uncle sitting by the coffee table. His smile faltered just slightly. He leaned close to Ning Chu and whispered, “Who’s that?”
“My mom’s boyfriend.”
“...I knew it.”
So, after just earning a bit of approval from his future mother-in-law, now there was a potential future father-in-law in the picture?
“It’s fine. He can’t really interfere with . He’s in the sa situation as you—we’ve only t twice,” she reassured him.
Both Wen Yang and Uncle would have to try to fit into her family without being disliked or rejected. Maybe they’d even have common ground.
“I see…”
Her mom's boyfriend turned his head, gave Wen Yang a nod and a polite smile. Though he had the stern face of a school disciplinarian, he was actually quite good-natured.
“Wen Yang’s here too?” her mom called, coming out of the kitchen and wiping her hands on her apron. “Go warm up by the heater. Dinner will be ready in about an hour.”
“Hey, co help in the kitchen—stop making tea,” she added over her shoulder.
The older man got up reluctantly, casting one last look at the coffee table before following her in.
“My mom’s got him wrapped around her finger~” Ning Chu whispered, tugging Wen Yang over to the sofa.
Then, she leaned close to share the gossip: “I heard they were already involved back when I was in junior high. They hid it until now! My brother and I only t him a few days ago. And get this—it started as online dating! Back then, she wouldn’t even let use the computer, but she was out here having her own online romance!”
“Black Bean t him before I did. That little traitor’s already calling him ‘Dad.’ All it took was so snacks to win her over.”
“Oh, and I’m almost ten als in debt to Black Bean now. You’re dealing with that yourself—she’s nearly finished a whole practice book already!”
The little succubus wasn’t usually this talkative. It was like she’d turned into a sparrow, chirping non-stop, her eyes sparkling with gossip so much that Wen Yang didn’t even get the chance to say a word.
Sitting on the sofa, he watched Ning Chu chatter away, her face alight with excitent, unconsciously leaning closer to him bit by bit. Before long, her soft, delicate body was pressed against his arm—almost in his lap.
Feeling a stir of desire, Wen Yang quickly put on a serious expression and stood up, putting so space between them.
“If your mom sees, it won’t look good.”
“Huh? Oh~”
Ning Chu paused, then lowered her head to take a bite of the roujiamo. She let out a cute, satisfied little hum, then devoured the rest in a few big bites. In no ti, the palm-sized sandwich was gone.
“Not even saving a bite?”
“There’s still so at bits in the bag~” Ning Chu grinned, handing him the paper bag. “Oh, I’m going over to Lily’s place tomorrow, I probably won’t be back for two or three days.”
“For the next couple of days, rember to co eat at my place. My mom will set aside a bowl and chopsticks for you. Also, help Black Bean with her howork~”
“Oh, and make sure you co over for New Year’s Eve! You should have the day off, right?”
Wen Yang nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got the morning shift on New Year’s Eve. Won’t be a problem.”
“Good~”
Ning Chu leaned back on the sofa, stretching lazily. Then, after glancing around sneakily, she grumbled, “My bra feels too small again. It’s all your fault.”
They say that a healthy, regular sex life boosts estrogen, and as a succubus, her chest had never fully developed in the first place…
But after just two tis, there were already signs she was growing toward a C cup!
In a few years, would she really turn into one of those giant DEF cup heroines you only see in certain… R18 ani?
“Bigger is better. So it’s no problem.”
“Of course it’s no problem for you—you’re probably thrilled, you pervert!”
Wen Yang honestly didn’t understand how liking big chests automatically made soone a pervert, but afraid his future mother-in-law might overhear, he didn’t press the topic.
Instead, he switched to sothing safer. “Oh, at work today I ran into this food-review blogger. I overheard him in a private room complaining about how bad the dishes were. The manager got so spooked he gave him a discount on the spot…”
“Who was it? How many followers?”
“I checked—just a small blogger with a few tens of thousands fans.”
“Then he might’ve fild you! What’s his account? I’ll follow him!”
Wen Yang actually wanted to ask sothing else—why Ning Chu always seed to sense trouble right before it happened. Was it like the stories in her novels?
But he knew that whenever her novels or her more risqué writing ca up, she got embarrassed and tried to dodge the topic. So he figured… maybe if he waited until she was already embarrassed, she’d be easier to pry open.
“Dinner’s ready!”
Her mom’s voice called from the dining table. She glanced at the two on the sofa—seeing they weren’t all over each other and on the verge of dragging things to the bedroom—and relaxed. “Go call Ning Xin.”
“Got it!”
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