Tycoon: I can see the goddess's wish list novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234: 232, It’s different from the movie!

When Duanmu Yunji emerged from the master bedroom, Luofeng’s eyes landed on her brand-new pajamas. They were made of pure silk.

So devious... he thought. And the crucial thing is... there’s a very important problem here. Duanmu Yunji is completely defying the law of universal gravitation! She’s just ignoring it! This is too much! Anyway, you get the picture.

Luofeng found he couldn’t tear his eyes away; he didn’t miss a single detail. It’s mainly the silk! It’s just so thin! I’m not blind. How could I possibly not notice?

But now, a question arose in his mind. Should he be a hero for a moment, or a coward for a lifetime? No, scratch that. Should he be a beast? Or something less than a beast? If anyone was willing to be a beast, Luofeng thought they were truly awesome!

"Yunji!" Luofeng called out, looking at Duanmu Yunji.

Her face was flushed faintly red as she shyly lowered her head. That bashful look... Isn’t it just irresistible?

"I said I’d sleep on the sofa!" Luofeng sighed. Before Duanmu Yunji could respond, he added, "But I’m going back on my word. Seeing you... I don’t want to be a beast anymore..."

"Huh?" Duanmu Yunji was stunned for a moment.

She clearly doesn’t know what to do, does she? Is she just going to wait for me to make a move?

Luofeng stood up, pulled Duanmu Yunji down onto the sofa beside him, and said earnestly, "All the pajamas in the house are made of silk. It’s an excellent material—very soft, skin-friendly, and breathable!"

Duanmu Yunji’s breathing quickened. Is this really the time to be discussing silk? Why did he have to get handsy like that? Still, his wandering hands were only brief.

Luofeng still missed the taste of Rock Sugar Pear. No, wait, Duanmu Yunji had Strawberry Juice today.

And then it struck him: was the Panda guilty of false advertising? It’s clearly a polar bear, so why call it a Panda? Oh well.

Soon, Luofeng didn’t even want to talk anymore and just lay on the sofa like a Salted Fish. Yeah, something like that. Don’t ask; right now, I’m too much of a Salted Fish to even speak.

About half an hour later, Luofeng’s System sent a notification.

"DING! [Congratulations to the Host!]"

"[The Billion Descendants Prop Card has been successfully used!]"

"[Confirming the satisfaction rating of the female party: 9.5 points!]"

"[Confirming the Host’s satisfaction rating: 10 points! (If 11 points were possible, I’m certain the Host would score 11!)]"

Luofeng felt a flush of embarrassment. Isn’t that obvious? A beauty with a 98-point figure... squatting down? What do you think would happen? Is the System getting off on this too? Seriously, what even is this System? Male or female?

She’s a modern college student, after all. Had Duanmu Yunji ever watched those kinds of suggestive movies? Luofeng had no idea. In any case, Duanmu Yunji had once mentioned she’d seen them. She knew staying here spelled trouble.

As for a man’s promises? Heh! How do you tell if a man is a lecher? It’s simple. Hold your hand under his nose and check if he’s breathing. If he is, then sorry, he’s definitely a lecher. If he’s stopped breathing... well, then he’s undoubtedly a good man.

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