Chapter 93: Help Me, Won’t You~

Fang Zhou suggested that Chu Xinran change into dry clothes before leaving, and his sister Fang Wenjing echoed the idea.

“Yes, you haven’t even finished your meal. Why leave now?”

Although their reasons differed, they both wanted her to change clothes first.

Suppressing her inner excitement, Chu Xinran softly said, “I don’t have any clothes with me.”

She covered her chest and turned around, her expression quite awkward.

Fang Zhou frowned, thinking that his sister’s clothes wouldn’t fit her.

They were different sizes, so it would be too small.

After a moment’s thought, he had an idea.

“Wear one of my shirts.”

The young man’s pleasant voice sounded like heavenly music to Chu Xinran.

Fang Wenjing quickly chimed in, “Yes, wear my brother’s shirt. He has plenty of shirts! Sister Xinran will definitely fit into one!”

Chu Xinran hesitated, looking troubled, before finally agreeing, “This… seems like the only option.”

“Brother, hurry and take Sister Xinran to change. Her clothes are soaking wet; she must be uncomfortable!”

Under his sister’s urging, Fang Zhou led Chu Xinran to his room.

He opened his wardrobe and quickly found a clean, unworn white shirt.

“Here you go.”

After handing the shirt to Chu Xinran, Fang Zhou was about to leave when he remembered something.

Her undergarments were probably wet too.

He retrieved a hairdryer from the cabinet and placed it on the table.

“You should dry your undergarments; otherwise, it’ll be really uncomfortable.”

Chu Xinran took the shirt from Fang Zhou, watching his back thoughtfully as he left.

Once the door was closed, she began to leisurely observe the room’s layout.

Fang Zhou’s room decor remained similar to before: simple and understated.

Besides the common furniture like a large bed, wardrobe, and bedside table, the most conspicuous item was a computer desk.

Chu Xinran knew it was for his streaming activities.

But what caught her eye more were the psychology books on the shelf.

Titles like “Psychology,” “Mental Health,” and “Genius on the Left, Madman on the Right” stood out.

She raised an eyebrow, finding it intriguing.

Was Fang Zhou interested in psychology?

Outside, Fang Zhou leaned against the wall, waiting idly for Chu Xinran to come out.

He pondered over his sister’s unusual friendliness towards Chu Xinran.

When he had hired Wu Shu as a tutor before, she wasn’t this enthusiastic.

And why did his sister suddenly ask about Chu Xinran’s romantic history?

Knowing Chu Xinran’s straightforward nature, if he hadn’t choked earlier, she might have spilled everything.

Fang Zhou felt he was right about this.

She would definitely do that.

Lost in thought, he suddenly heard Chu Xinran calling him from inside.

“Fang Zhou! Come in for a moment.”

Fang Zhou scratched his head, puzzled. Had she dried her clothes so quickly?

And why didn’t she come out herself but called him in instead?

“Hurry, I need your help.”

Chu Xinran urged again.

Fang Zhou reluctantly pushed the door open a third of the way, checking if she had dressed.

Glancing inside, he saw Chu Xinran wearing his white shirt, standing sideways, seemingly dressed.

Relaxed, Fang Zhou opened the door and stepped in.

“What’s the matter?”

Chu Xinran turned around, her shirt buttoned up, but she looked embarrassed.

“Close the door first; I need your help.”

She raised her hand to her back, seemingly holding something.

With his extensive experience, Fang Zhou guessed it was the clasp of her undergarments.

He gently kicked the door shut and walked into the room.

“Can’t you fasten it yourself?”

Chu Xinran blushed, shaking her head shyly.

“I’ve tried for a long time but couldn’t do it. My hands are tired.”

Fang Zhou widened his eyes, thinking: Don’t tell me she wants me to fasten it for her?

Her tone had changed, softer and more coquettish, with a hint of pleading.

Her eyes, pure yet seductive, fixed on Fang Zhou with a special allure.

“Help me, won’t you~”

Such a beautiful girl acting coyly, who could resist?

Fang Zhou suddenly felt his hands itch.

He cleared his throat lightly, moving behind Chu Xinran.

“Let me help you.”

As he spoke, his hands reached for Chu Xinran’s clothes.

Since her shirt was buttoned, he had to lift it to help her.

“Hold the shirt.”

Chu Xinran slowly lifted the shirt, originally Fang Zhou’s, revealing her porcelain-like skin, like exquisite ceramic, making one’s heart flutter.

Chu Xinran, being an art student, had a strong sense of body management.

Her slender waist, delicate enough to hold with one hand, swayed like a willow branch by the riverbank, gently moved by the wind.

The further up, the more perfect the curves, the black straps exposed in the air.

It felt like unwrapping a personal New Year’s gift.

Fang Zhou suddenly felt his face heat up, avoiding direct eye contact with Chu Xinran.

Careless, he had forgotten how good her figure was.

“Hurry up.”

Chu Xinran urged again.

Fang Zhou silently extended his hands, placing them on the straps, one in each hand.

Despite being careful, his fingertips inevitably brushed against Chu Xinran’s skin.

The cool sensation from his fingertips sparked a warmth, making Fang Zhou feel hot all over.

Chu Xinran sensed the different warmth, unusually silent, just waiting quietly.

Clasping a girl’s undergarments was difficult for the inexperienced.

Fang Zhou was among the inexperienced.

He tried to ignore distracting thoughts, focusing on fastening the clasp.

But after several seconds, he still hadn’t succeeded, and the ambiguous atmosphere made him break out in a sweat.

It was exasperatingly difficult.

“Is it done yet?”

Chu Xinran asked softly, her ears slightly red from embarrassment.

She stood defenseless before Fang Zhou, her swan-like neck smooth and white, like a piece of jade, captivating.

The setting sun cast a dim light in the room, the man’s tall shadow enveloping the woman, as if embracing her from behind.

Fang Zhou suddenly felt like an evil hunter, ready to pounce on his prey.