Chapter 168: The Professor’s Rebate System is Contracted by the Poor Thing (12)

Chapter 168: The Professor's Rebate System is Contracted by the Poor Thing (12)

He wanted to possess him.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Ning Xiuping was taken aback by it.

He had always been a man of peaceful demeanor, mostly silent and calm.

Ning Xiuping was a typical science student—rational, quiet, and rarely showing any emotion.

So when such a greedy and reckless thought emerged, Ning Xiuping was instinctively shocked.

He didn’t know how to face the young man who looked up at him so innocently.

The young man looked so vulnerable.

His clothes were drenched, his whole body soaked through, and his thin frame shivered softly.

The young man’s beautiful eyes were clouded with moisture, as if silently accusing him of his boldness.

He should have helped him up, carried him out, changed him into dry clothes, or dried his hair.

At the very least, he shouldn’t have been gripping the young man’s jaw, forcing him to look only at him.

So that those stunning eyes would reflect only him.

He didn’t want to change him into dry clothes; instead, he wanted to tear off the rain-soaked shirt that barely concealed anything.

Or even... leave his mark on the skin flushed by the hot water.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he closed his eyes.

It took him a full two seconds before he slowly opened them again.

“Sorry.”

He let go of his grip, his voice hoarse, and turned his head away.

“Let me help you up.”

Song Chuyi rubbed his sore chin, his body limp as he sat on his legs.

“Brother Ning, why aren’t you looking at me?”

“Your clothes are wet,” Ning Xiuping extended his hand but didn’t look at him, “I’ll take you to change clothes.”

Song Chuyi glanced at his open palm and slightly tilted his head.

“Brother Ning, why don’t you dare to look at me?”

Ning Xiuping’s lips pressed tightly together, offering no response.

Song Chuyi chuckled softly and pushed himself up to stand.

But having crouched for too long, his legs were numb, and as soon as he stood up, his body toppled toward Ning Xiuping.

Ning Xiuping instinctively wrapped his arms around his waist, his large hand tightly holding the young man’s slender frame. The soaked pajamas offered no concealment.

It failed to conceal either the view or the delicate touch of his palm.

Ning Xiuping took a deep breath. "I'll help you out."

Song Chuyi leaned most of his body against Ning Xiuping, his waist soft, and his small hand climbed onto his shoulder.

"You’re afraid to look at me because..."

He said the last few words so softly that Ning Xiuping couldn't hear them.

Although he didn't hear it clearly, Ning Xiuping didn't dare to ask again.

For the first time, he felt like a coward, too scared to move forward.

"Sorry," he murmured, helping Song Chuyi walk out.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, Little Pear Blossom ran over and rubbed against Song Chuyi's calf.

Song Chuyi looked down, then at the open bedroom door, and laughed:

"I thought you were trying to scare me, Little Pear Blossom, but it was just the door I forgot to close."

Ning Xiuping turned off the air conditioner and found a clean set of pajamas to hand to Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi took the pajamas and, with his pale, slender fingers, undid the buttons of his wet pajamas.

Wearing wet pajamas was uncomfortable, so he quickly changed into the new ones.

And then...

With a playful glint in his eyes, Song Chuyi began to strip off his soaked pajamas right in front of Ning Xiuping.

The pajamas fell to the floor, and he stepped on them with his bare feet, leaving watermarks.

"Brother Ning, my shorts are wet too."

He pointed at his shorts.

Ning Xiuping froze, his rational mind screaming at him to turn away and stop staring at the young man.

But his body didn't move, as if it no longer obeyed him.

Only when he heard the young man’s voice did his gaze drop downward.

Shorts... His ears flushed red, as if he had just snapped back to reality.

"I’ll grab you a fresh pair."

He quickly turned to grab a fresh pair of shorts and handed them to Song Chuyi without looking up.

Song Chuyi took them and quickly changed into the shorts and put on the pajamas.

"Brother Ning, you can turn around now, I've changed."

Relieved, Ning Xiuping let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

He turned around and looked at the young man.

The young man had changed, but only one button on his pajamas was fastened—and it was crooked.

If he bent down just a little, the view of his chest would be completely exposed.

Ning Xiuping hurriedly turned his head away, trying to avoid the temptation.

"Fasten your clothes."

"I'll get the hairdryer to dry your hair."

His serious expression made Song Chuyi laugh out loud.

"Brother Ning, you're really interesting."

With a grin, he sat down in the chair, waiting patiently for Ning Xiuping to dry his hair.

Ning Xiuping quickly returned with the hairdryer and, after turning it on, his large hand slid into the young man's black, wet hair.

The damp, soft hair turned misty under the hairdryer’s powerful gusts, with a few droplets landing on his hand before drying almost instantly.

Song Chuyi still hadn’t buttoned up, and any slight tilt of Ning Xiuping’s head would reveal everything.

Ning Xiuping didn’t dare to look anywhere else, focusing solely on the wet hair.

The dark, soft strands felt so delicate that even a gentle touch might make the young man tilt his head back, meeting his gaze.

The young man would likely wear a pained expression, his eyes perhaps carrying a hint of yearning.

His eyes would plead for mercy, while Ning Xiuping would gently stroke his head, like a master soothing a restless puppy.

Ning Xiuping's thoughts gradually drifted away, and he didn’t even notice when the hair had dried.

It wasn’t until Song Chuyi touched his now-dry hair and spoke up.

"Brother Ning, my hair is dry now."

Ning Xiuping snapped back to reality and quickly turned off the hairdryer.

He bent down slightly, as if trying to shield himself from something.

"A'Chu, go to sleep first."

He couldn’t bring himself to look at the young man, fearing that his own weakness and vulnerability would be reflected in those innocent, clear eyes.

He took quick steps toward the bathroom.

"I'll go clean the bathroom."

Song Chuyi looked at his back and chuckled softly.

It seemed like Brother Ning had been entertaining some rather inappropriate thoughts just now.

Speaking of which, does the Rebate System have any way to block or shield what it sees?

He needed to find a way to test it, just to be sure.

In the bathroom, Ning Xiuping was busy tidying up.

The Rebate System in his head suddenly chimed in.

"Host, was the mission target trying to seduce you just now?"

Ning Xiuping’s hand froze, and a shadow of darkness flashed in his eyes.

"You saw that?"

The Rebate System replied, "Of course."

Even though the Rebate System thought the host was acting weird, it still told the truth.

It saw it, but its system was so old and rundown that it could barely keep itself running on minimal power. Therefore, it hadn’t set up a human behavior simulation.

To the system, both Ning Xiuping and Song Chuyi looked like stick figures.

The system figured that Song Chuyi’s stick figure kneeling and collapsing must be what humans call 'seduction'—or at least, that’s what it guessed.

It wasn’t totally sure, so it asked, but it didn’t realize it would confuse Ning Xiuping.