Chapter 295 - 197: Lu Fan: I’m Yixia’s Boyfriend, an Official Announcement?

Chapter 295: Chapter 197: Lu Fan: I’m Yixia’s Boyfriend, an Official Announcement?

Jiang Sifan didn’t know when he had fallen asleep.

In a daze, he felt something swirling in his mind—those long, slender legs, that fair skin, those faintly visible curves...

He rolled over, trying to grab onto something, but his hand closed on empty air.

And then he woke up.

He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling.

He stared blankly for a few seconds before remembering where he was.

A hotel.

Getting a room.

Wen Wan.

Jiang Sifan’s heart skipped a beat. He turned his head and looked at the other bed.

Then, his entire body froze.

The morning light had grown brighter, slanting in through the gap in the curtains.

The light fell upon Wen Wan’s bed, enveloping her completely.

She was still asleep.

At some point, she had kicked the blanket down to her waist, with only a corner of it barely resting on her hip bone.

The tie of her bathrobe had long since come undone, and the collar gaped open, revealing a large expanse of pale skin.

It was a paleness so dazzling it was startling, breathtakingly so.

The fabric hung loosely at her sides, a tantalizing veil before Jiang Sifan’s eyes.

With every breath she took, they quivered gently, like two white doves struggling to break free from their cage.

Their peaks were hidden behind the edge of the fabric, only hinting at their presence. But it was precisely because they were unseen that the sight was so unbearably tempting.

Jiang Sifan swallowed hard.

His gaze traveled downward.

The blanket rested only on her hip bone, and the hem of her bathrobe had long since ridden up to her waist.

Her waist was astonishingly slender.

Where the bathrobe had parted, a small section of her waist was visible. The skin was firm without a trace of fat. The curves on either side tapered in before flaring out again, forming a perfect hourglass shape.

The blanket clung to her, outlining her form completely and making him unable to resist imagining the sight that lay beneath.

Her legs were completely exposed in the morning light, one straight and the other slightly bent, crossed over each other.

They weren’t stick-thin, but full in all the right places.

Her thighs were round and plump, her skin glowing with a delicate luster. It was so fair as to be almost translucent, and he could faintly make out the fine network of veins beneath.

Her calves were slender and straight with smooth lines from knee to ankle, without a single trace of excess fat.

Jiang Sifan felt his mind go BUZZ as it went completely blank.

A surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen and shot straight to his head. He felt his face burn as if it were on fire, and his heart hammered so fast it felt like it would leap out of his chest. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

A certain part of him was already having an inappropriate reaction, pressing hard and achingly against his pants.

He wanted to look away, but his eyes felt glued in place, completely unable to move.

Every inch of her challenged his reason, and every second chipped away at his self-control.

He could even smell her faint, sweet scent.

It wasn’t the scent of shower gel, but the unique fragrance of a young woman, mingled with the morning air. It was warm and soft, wafting into his nostrils in subtle wisps, teasing his nerves and making him feel even hotter.

’Don’t look. Don’t look. You’re a gentleman...’

He screamed frantically in his mind, but his body refused to obey.

He could even feel his hands trembling slightly, and he didn’t know if it was from nervousness or something else.

Just then, Wen Wan stirred.

She rolled from her side onto her back.

The movement caused the blanket to slip down a little more, and the collar of her bathrobe fell completely open.

The sight now fully revealed—the full curves, the pert outlines, and those peaks...

Jiang Sifan’s breath hitched.

He felt his brain completely shut down. His mind was a blank slate, unable to form a single thought. All that remained were his eyes, greedily devouring everything before him.

Then, Wen Wan slowly opened her eyes.

Their eyes met.

Time seemed to stand still.

Wen Wan froze for a moment, blinking as if she weren’t fully awake yet.

Then she followed his gaze and looked down at herself.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Her face flushed crimson in an instant, turning as red as a cooked shrimp. The blush spread from her cheeks all the way to the base of her neck, and even her chest took on a pinkish hue.

The pink hue spread downward, disappearing beneath the part of her covered by the bathrobe.

She hastily pulled the blanket up, wrapping herself tightly until only her head was showing.

Jiang Sifan quickly averted his gaze and stammered out an explanation, "I... I didn’t mean to. I just woke up, and you... your blanket had slipped off..."

His voice was so hoarse that he barely recognized it as his own.

Wen Wan buried her face in the blanket, her muffled voice trembling as she said, "I... I know..."

Jiang Sifan didn’t know what to say. He just sat there frozen, his face burning. The virile energy surging through him was almost unbearable.

He secretly shifted his position, trying to make himself a little more comfortable.

But the more he tried, the more uncomfortable he became.

After a long moment, Wen Wan said in a small voice, "You... you should go wash up first."

Her voice was quiet and soft, laced with shyness, panic, and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Jiang Sifan felt as if he’d been granted amnesty. He quickly sat up and replied, "Okay, okay, I’ll go right now."

He practically fled into the bathroom.

Closing the door, he leaned against it, gasping for breath.

His heart was pounding, his mind completely filled with the scene from moments ago.

He glanced down at himself.

He couldn’t help but curse at himself, then turned on the cold water tap and splashed his face.

But while the heat in his face subsided, the feverish heat in his body refused to be suppressed.

He took a deep breath, stripped off his clothes, and stepped under the shower, letting the cold water pour over him from head to toe.