Chapter 134 - 134 Sofa

Chapter 134: Chapter 134 Sofa

Following the sulky Mo Qian Ni, they climbed up to the third floor of the apartment and arrived at a green security door. As Mo Qian Ni unlocked the door with her keys, she said, "You're the first man to step into my place, so you better thank your ancestors for this, you lucked out!"

"If I knew my ancestors, I would definitely go thank them," Yang Chen quipped, after all, he had no idea who his parents were.

Taking off his shoes, Yang Chen entered Mo Qian Ni's modest one-bedroom apartment that she rented alone. He caught a whiff of a faint lemon scent in the air.

As the lights came on, the furnishings of the room came into view: a simple moon-white sofa, a wall-mounted silver-gray 42-inch TV, and a glass coffee table with a pot of narcissus on top. The floor-to-ceiling window was covered with light gray tassel curtains, and there was a refrigerator near the kitchen, adorned with countless sticky notes, presumably reminders for various tasks.

The kitchenware was neatly arranged, with various condiments scattered around, and there were quite a few types of chili sauce, which stood out with their vibrant colors.

The overall layout of the room was simple, yet it didn't feel empty due to the clutter scattered in every corner.

The most prominent items were various types of papers and documents, scattered like flower petals everywhere, along with fashion magazines, newspapers, and brochures, haphazardly placed on tables, chairs, and the floor.

Yang Chen's first impression was that of a simple life, frequent cooking, dedicated work, and not sweating the small stuff, which seemed to fit well with the impression Mo Qian Ni gave him.

Mo Qian Ni's face reddened slightly as she also realized the messiness of the room. She walked over to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of mineral water for Yang Chen, and said, "I live alone, and since I don't have many visitors, I don't tidy up much, but there's nothing dirty."

Yang Chen naturally didn't mind these things much and pointed to the sofa, saying, "I'll sleep here tonight, this sofa looks big enough."

"Sure, I was going to give you a mattress, but I'll get you a blanket later, it gets cool here at night," Mo Qian Ni nodded and turned to walk into the bedroom.

Yang Chen yawned and noticed several magazines scattered on the sofa. He bent down to move them aside, intending to make himself comfortable for sleep.

But as he moved a fall fashion magazine, something black suddenly caught his eye.

If he wasn't mistaken, it was a pair of women's lingerie, black lace patterns, and the sheer design made the underwear almost transparent.

Yang Chen swallowed hard!

Women don't wear something like this to protect certain parts of themselves; it's purely for men to admire certain parts of them.

Women are contradictory creatures, just like their hidden secrets, tightly guarded yet craving to be glimpsed by men.

Mo Qian Ni was undoubtedly a single and beautiful woman, and in the eyes of many, she was a strong woman who held herself to high standards and didn't tolerate any disrespect. There had never been any mention of her having a boyfriend or being involved with any man. Many employees in the company even speculated that this charismatic female boss was a lesbian, not interested in men. But here she was, buying and wearing such things; the hidden emotions behind it were definitely her secret.

Before long, Yang Chen's sensitive ears picked up the sound of running water from the bathroom. Just having seen Mo Qian Ni's intimate item had stirred up some impure thoughts in his mind. Now, hearing the sound of the shower, he couldn't help but imagine Mo Qian Ni undressing and slipping into the bathtub.

In the quiet of the small apartment, at midnight, with a man and a woman, their recent ambiguous encounter made it seem almost inevitable for something to happen next.

Of course, Yang Chen only casually entertained these thoughts. If he really barged into the bathroom to do something, not only would it make things awkward at work, but if it got back to Lin Ruoxi, it would be a disaster.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Chen gradually calmed his turbulent thoughts and listened to the sound of the water, slowly drifting into sleep.

After more than half an hour, the bathroom door was quietly opened. Wrapped in a snowy-white towel, Mo Qian Ni stepped out gently, wearing a pair of slippers, ensuring Yang Chen was still asleep on the sofa before tiptoeing into her own room and closing the door.

In the bedroom, Mo Qian Ni removed the only white towel she had on, casually tossing it aside on the floor. The soft yellow light illuminated her skin, which was flushed with a rosy hue, giving it a radiant glow.

Facing the dressing mirror, Mo Qian Ni quietly observed her own naked body, like a flawless ivory artwork, perfect in every aspect.

Ruffling her wet hair, Mo Qian Ni muttered to herself, "Mo Qian Ni, what are you doing admiring yourself? There's no need for self-admiration. Even if you're good-looking, only you can appreciate it."

"What? Are you feeling lustful for a man?"

"Stop it, what's so great about men? Appreciate yourself. That's called confidence!"

Muttering to herself a few more times, Mo Qian Ni then started drying her hair, occasionally glancing towards the door.

This was the first time she had brought a man to her home. She didn't understand why she had suddenly invited him. Was it because he had escorted her home late at night and seemed tired, and she felt sorry for him? Or was it because after so many years of being alone, sitting in an empty house, she felt too lonely and needed someone's company?

No, that couldn't be it. Why would she be afraid of loneliness? She had been alone since childhood; a bit of loneliness was nothing to her! It must be because she felt sorry for him!

But why did she invite this man over? Why was she so pleased when he agreed to stay the night? He's her best friend's husband, after all. What if there's a misunderstanding? She used to dislike him so much.

What is he doing now? Is he sleeping? Or is he lost in thought? Perhaps he's dreaming?

Mona felt her heart was in turmoil. It's late, she's worked all week and should rest properly. But just the thought of that man sleeping in the living room, lying on the couch where she usually sits to read magazines, made her want to go and check on him.

Why did she have this urge to go see him?

Mona thought for a moment, came up with what she thought was a sensible reason - she was worried about his sleeping habits, afraid he might kick off the blanket and catch a cold sleeping on the floor. So, as the host, it was only natural for her to check on her guest's sleeping conditions.

With her newfound courage, Mona, ignoring her half-dried hair, slipped on her slippers and tiptoed out of the bedroom, quietly making her way to the couch where Yang Chen was sleeping.