Qin Chuan opened the car door speechlessly and went to the back seat.

On the back seat was a gray bag imprinted with the letters 'LV'.

Qin Chuan had seen this brand on TV; it's said to cost hundreds of thousands apiece.

He couldn't discern any difference between this and those that sold for a few dozen bucks at the stall.

Qin Chuan pursed his lips and unzipped the bag.

Immediately, a heap of scanty clothing came into view.

Super miniskirts, tight-fitting denim shorts, spaghetti strap T-shirts, navel-baring tops…

Looking at these revealing outfits, Qin Chuan couldn't help but visualize Wen Yaxin in them.

Although he couldn't grasp why girls like wearing such clothes.

Nevertheless, he had to admit, these clothes on Wen Yaxin would really showcase her figure brilliantly.

Qin Chuan shook his head to dispel these thoughts and began searching.

In no time, he found a set of leopard print lingerie among the pile of scanty clothing.

Casually fetching a shopping bag from the car to pack it, Qin Chuan took the leopard print lingerie upstairs.

About ten minutes later, Qin Chuan appeared at Wen Yaxin's doorstep.

As the door opened, Wen Yaxin, clad in a pink spaghetti strap bustier, stood before Qin Chuan.

The pink bustier wrapped her round and perky bust, while her sexy abdomen was left bare, with faintly visible abdominal lines.

As for her lower half, it was covered with a white bath towel, revealing her straight, slender legs.

"Why did it take so long? Were you doing something naughty with my panties?"

Wen Yaxin glanced at Qin Chuan, teasing him with feigned reproach.

Qin Chuan rolled his eyes dramatically and handed the bag to her: "Hurry up and change, or I'll just leave first."

"No, Grandpa asked me to send it to you, and it's only half done. If he finds out, he'll scold me for being discourteous."

Wen Yaxin pouted cutely before continuing: "Just sit on the sofa for a while, I won't take long."

With that, she carried the bag into the room.

Qin Chuan, slightly impatient, pursed his lips then surveyed the layout of Wen Yaxin's home.

A three-bedroom, one-living room setup, with a spacious living room where the sofa and coffee table faced the television.

Beside the living room was a large floor-to-ceiling window.

Feeling bored, Qin Chuan sat on the sofa, quietly waiting.

Soon, Wen Yaxin, now dressed, emerged from the bedroom.

Her top remained the pink bustier, but her bottom had changed to a pair of sky blue denim shorts, still just barely covering her backside.

Her legs were extraordinarily long, straight, and white, outshining the snow.

At first glance, it seemed like she was heading to a nightclub in broad daylight.

Though Qin Chuan didn't understand her preference for this style, he respected it.

"Do I look good?" Wen Yaxin twirled on the spot.

At that moment, Qin Chuan noticed her back was only held by a few straps, revealing an S-shaped, fair and beautiful back.

This spaghetti strap bustier couldn't weigh even a couple of ounces.

Qin Chuan couldn't quite appreciate it, merely nodded slightly to show respect.

Seeing this, Wen Yaxin puckered her lips, clearly a bit displeased.

Qin Chuan didn't bother to comment further, silently stood up from the sofa: "You've changed, so can we start heading out now?"

"Out?"

Wen Yaxin widened her eyes: "Really? I've dressed like this, and you have no reaction at all?"

"Hmm???"

Qin Chuan looked at her puzzled: "Why should I have a reaction?"

"A man's reaction!"

Wen Yaxin blurted out, as if it were the most natural expectation.

Upon hearing these words, Qin Chuan fell speechless.

"This is strange, you were clearly more excited when you helped me with my hair in the car, but now you have no reaction."

Wen Yaxin muttered, slowly approaching Qin Chuan, staring at him intently and questioning: "Is your calm demeanor now just an act?"

"Umm… That was just an accident."

Qin Chuan's face flushed with embarrassment.

"Accident?"

Wen Yaxin's lips curled into a playful smile: "If I want to re-experience that accident now, what should I do?"

"Don't tease."

Qin Chuan chuckled wryly.

Seeing this, Wen Yaxin leaned against him: "I'm not teasing, I actually sort of want to."

As she said this, she took out a pair of leopard print panties.

"Wait, you asked me to bring this up, but you won't change it, isn't that…" Qin Chuan was baffled, instantly recognizing the leopard print panties.

Wen Yaxin shook her head, flipping the inside of the panties to show Qin Chuan: "Look, this is your handiwork, I even got them wet."

"Ah… this? I…"

Qin Chuan stammered, lost for words.

The leopard print panties indeed had a noticeable wet stain, sparkling under the sunlight, glaringly conspicuous.

"You stirred this up, shouldn't you be responsible?" Wen Yaxin pressed closer to Qin Chuan's chest, using her ample bust to squeeze against him.

"Hehe…"

Qin Chuan forced a bitter laugh, hurriedly changing the topic: "It's getting late, I have to go pick up my sister from school."

"You're going to pick up your sister, but what about my sister?"

Wen Yaxin licked her lower lip, looking at him seductively and said: "She's soaked through."

Hearing this, Qin Chuan suddenly felt a tingling on his scalp.

"Are you scared now?" Wen Yaxin pressed her ample bust against Qin Chuan again.

"No, not scared." Qin Chuan replied with a guilty conscience.

"Then why don't you dare to look me in the eyes?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan instinctively lowered his gaze.

Wen Yaxin's eyes were moist, as if carrying a powerful desire.

She slightly opened her lips, softly licking her lower lip with her pink tongue: "Is your hand going to be just this honest?"

With that, Wen Yaxin took Qin Chuan's hand and placed it on her waist.

The slender waist was soft and smooth.

"Seems like you don't have much experience?" Wen Yaxin chuckled.

What guy holds a girl just by the waist?

Wen Yaxin, though never having had a boyfriend, was quite familiar with nightlife as a frequent goer.

Understanding the nightlife vibe is a given.

Many newly met boys and girls could cuddle and kiss one another.

Though she hadn't tasted pork, she'd seen pigs run.

During cuddling, guys' hands are seldom solely on the waist.

Moving hands from waist to hips is standard.

Most would directly go from waist to breast.

Like Qin Chuan, needing guidance, is indeed rare.

Thinking this, Wen Yaxin's opinion of Qin Chuan rose a notch.

However, that's not her goal.

She silently led Qin Chuan's hand to her denim shorts: "One hand isn't enough, two hands feel better."

Saying this, she even proactively stuck out her butt.

At this moment, she was like a little bitch seeking affection, exuding a strong and overwhelming desire…

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