Chapter 165 - 144: The 2 of Them Alone

Chapter 165: Chapter 144: The 2 of Them Alone

He stopped by a pharmacy to buy some medicine for diarrhea and also picked up some food for tonight.

Lin Zhengran and the Little Fox returned to the rented apartment together.

Even though she was carrying a stuffed dog that looked uncannily like Lin Zhengran, Han Wenwen still seemed a bit listless.

Placing the things in his hands on the table, Lin Zhengran took off his shoes and went to the bathroom. "I’m going to use the restroom too. You should heat up some water and take your medicine first."

"Okay."

Han Wenwen watched Lin Zhengran walk into the bathroom and start to close the door. She leaned against the wall, a meaningful look on her face.

As he was about to close the door, Lin Zhengran looked back and saw the strange way Han Wenwen was staring at him. Instead of locking the door, he walked back out.

He reached out and flicked Han Wenwen on the head.

The Little Fox, struck for no reason, yelped, "Zhengran, why’d you hit me? I didn’t say anything."

An aggrieved fox.

"What were you going to say when you were looking at me just now?"

Her thoughts exposed, Han Wenwen skillfully turned her head and pouted. "I wasn’t going to say anything. Just that... a guy doesn’t need to lock the bathroom door, right? It’s not like anyone’s going to peek."

"Is that so?" Lin Zhengran asked earnestly. "Would a fox peek?"

Han Wenwen said confidently, "A fox isn’t a person, so of course it would peek."

Naturally, she got hit again. Crying out from the light tap, Han Wenwen called him petty, thinking to herself, ’What’s wrong with taking a peek at my own boyfriend?’

Lin Zhengran ignored her and locked the door.

"I’m going to take a shower while I’m in here. You should get yourself ready too."

The moment Han Wenwen heard "shower," she felt like she’d been robbed. ’Why does the bathroom in a studio apartment like this even have a lock? Isn’t that just redundant?’

Han Wenwen slipped off her shoes, hooked her heels with her hands to pull off her socks, and padded over to the fuzzy rug by the bed, her smooth, fair little feet now bare.

She wasn’t actually used to lying on the bed; she much preferred lying on the fluffy rug.

This was also where she usually changed her clothes.

Han Wenwen found a pair of denim short-shorts and a loose, off-the-shoulder sweater in the clothes box by her bed. But just as she was about to close it, she suddenly remembered something. She felt around the bottom of the box and, sure enough, her hand touched something.

"I knew it was in here!"

She pulled the item out. It was a brand-new, unopened pair of stockings.

She had spotted them by chance while shopping at the supermarket once. As a frequent consumer of novels and dramas, Han Wenwen was well aware that guys seemed to have no resistance to the smooth, mysterious texture of stockings.

They appeared more frequently than anything else in all sorts of media, a testament to their power.

So, Han Wenwen had bought two pairs, thinking she’d find a chance to wear them for Lin Zhengran.

Today was the perfect opportunity.

The sound of water running for a shower came from the bathroom. Han Wenwen heard it, glanced back, and pulled the stockings from the box with a smile playing on her lips.

She had never worn these before.

Sitting on the bed, she unwrapped them and felt the material.

"Such a nice texture~ I remember buying pantyhose, right?"

Han Wenwen held them up to check. Sure enough, that’s what they were.

With a faint blush on her cheeks, she slipped off her skirt.

She guided the pantyhose over her toes, bit by bit, then slowly pulled them up.

Once the hosiery was clinging perfectly to her skin, she stood up and looked down at her legs. Perhaps because they were black, they definitely looked much sexier than usual.

They felt extraordinary to the touch, too.

But for some reason, she felt a little shy.

And... ’Why do these feel a little uncomfortable?’

’That can’t be right,’ Han Wenwen thought. ’Pantyhose are supposed to be comfortable.’

She tugged at the pantyhose around her hips. They stretched and snapped back, and she realized what the problem was.

So, she took the pantyhose off again.

She found a pair of underwear in the box.

This time, she put the pantyhose on first, then the underwear. The uncomfortable feeling immediately vanished.

Perfectly smooth.

"So this is how you’re supposed to wear them! This is much more comfortable."

Han Wenwen then changed into the denim short-shorts and the off-the-shoulder sweater and stood up to observe herself.

The off-the-shoulder sweater was an oversized piece of loungewear, long enough to cover her entire backside.

Paired with the denim short-shorts, when she stood up, it looked as if Han Wenwen were only wearing the sweater and the pantyhose.

It created the visual illusion that she was wearing nothing else.

Her face flushed red as she imagined what Lin Zhengran’s reaction would be when he came out of the shower.

’Even though Zhengran is very prim and proper, just like I said back in middle school, he’s still a boy at the end of the day.’

’He might like to put on a reserved front, but there’s no way he wouldn’t react at all, physically or emotionally, right?’

Han Wenwen flopped down onto the fuzzy rug, grabbing the "Lin-dog" doll in her hands.

After admiring her handiwork for a moment, she heard Lin Zhengran call from the bathroom, "Did you take your medicine?"

That snapped Han Wenwen back to reality. She quickly replied, "Drinking it now, drinking it now!"

She had almost forgotten. She sat up again to heat the water, and once it was ready, she opened the medicine packet and took it.

She also poured a cup of hot water for Lin Zhengran before sitting back down on the fuzzy rug. She lay back, holding the Lin-dog high in the air with both hands.

"Little doggy, what do you think will happen tonight..." Her thoughts began to wander.

The mute dog seemed to answer Han Wenwen: "Silly fox, you’re overthinking it. Nothing’s going to happen."

Han Wenwen pouted, unconvinced. "Nonsense! Who says nothing’s going to happen?"

For some reason, she was reminded of that one time she’d made her eighteenth birthday wish early, right in front of Lin Zhengran. ’Now I feel like I ran my mouth...’

’I said it too early and ruined all the mystery.’

Hearing voices, Lin Zhengran asked from the bathroom, "What’s wrong? What did you say?"

The Little Fox heard him and quickly replied, "Nothing, nothing! Just keep showering, Zhengran. I was just talking to myself."

She gave an awkward little laugh.

Then, in her frustration, she scratched the Lin-dog a few times with her "fox paws" and lightly punched the doll’s mouth.

Han Wenwen put the dog aside, turned over, and zoned out for a bit.

Her slender, jade-like fingers traced patterns on the fuzzy rug, then began to draw slow circles.

Her mind had just started to wander to all sorts of wild places when Lin Zhengran came out of the bathroom.

Han Wenwen turned her head and exclaimed, "You’re done already? That was so fast! Has it even been a few minutes?"

Lin Zhengran dried his hair with a towel. "How long is a shower supposed to take?"

Han Wenwen looked at Lin Zhengran. He had put his pants back on, but his torso was bare. Although Han Wenwen had felt the muscles of his upper body through his clothes before, she had never seen them so clearly.

The lines of Lin Zhengran’s upper body were clearly visible. They weren’t huge, bulky muscles, but they were just right—he clearly had good muscle definition, which made him look particularly appealing...

Han Wenwen suddenly swallowed, her voice becoming much softer. "B-But I can’t finish in under half an hour. Were you even in there for ten minutes, Zhengran?"

"Guys are fast like that. Did you take the anti-diarrhea medicine?"

"Mhm."

As he dried his hair, Lin Zhengran noticed something was different about Han Wenwen. He saw that she had changed, and her previously bare, smooth thighs were now covered in black stockings.

"Why are you wearing pantyhose? Where did you get them?" Lin Zhengran asked, puzzled.

Han Wenwen had originally planned to put on the pantyhose to tease and seduce Lin Zhengran. But seeing him now—fresh out of the shower with his defined torso and damp hair, looking even more handsome than usual—she was the one who became shy. How could she dare to try and seduce him?

She placed the doll in front of her legs, trying to cover them, and said with a blush, "I bought them, of course... Do you not like them, Zhengran?"

’He felt it was a bit early for this fox to be wearing something like that; after all, it wasn’t a popular trend for high school students in China.’ Lin Zhengran held back a snarky comment. ’But since it was just the two of them at home, it didn’t really matter. Besides, Han Wenwen had a natural maturity that He Qing and Jiang Xueli lacked. Even though they were the same age, it didn’t look out of place on Han Wenwen. But if He Qing or Jiang Xueli tried it, they’d probably look strange even in white stockings.’

"They look good. But don’t wear them like this when you go out. If you want to wear them, just wear them at home. It can even prevent varicose veins."

With that, he went back into the bathroom to blow-dry his hair.

Han Wenwen froze for a second. "Prevent varicose veins? How do you know that, Zhengran?"

She pushed herself up with her hands on the fuzzy rug and said coquettishly, "And of course I wouldn’t wear them out. They were always meant just for Zhengran’s eyes. I’m Zhengran’s own Little Fox, who else is worthy of seeing?"

She stood up and walked to the bathroom, tiptoeing to Lin Zhengran’s side. Over the sound of the hair dryer, she asked in a flirtatious whisper, "By the way, does Zhengran want Wenwen to help him dry his hair?"

Lin Zhengran turned to look at the very shy Han Wenwen.

"Why are you gulping?"

"Huh? I’m not..." She unconsciously swallowed again, looking a bit awkward. "I... I’m probably just hungry. I want to eat... I’ll be fine after we get something to eat later."

She shook her head. "That’s not important." She steadied herself with a hand on Lin Zhengran’s arm and asked again, tentatively, "Let me dry your hair for you, Zhengran? You can’t do everything yourself, can you? What would you need Wenwen for then?"

Seeing how much she really wanted to help, Lin Zhengran finally handed her the hair dryer.

"Go ahead, then."

"Really? Okay!"