Shen Muyan was timid too. Talking about pouncing on Boss Lu and riding him... forget actually doing it—just thinking about it made her panic.
Fang Ya rolled her eyes, dabbed a little saliva onto her index finger, and flipped through a guide titled "How to Pounce on Your Dream Guy."
She summed it up: "Set the AC to 16 degrees, turn the fan to maximum, switch to the thinnest blanket. Within half an hour, two corpses... ah, ptoo, two bodies will instinctively move close together for warmth. After that comes the standard sweet idol-drama plot: staring into each other's eyes, racing heartbeats, slowly drawing closer, kissing, kissing, kissing, kissing, kissing, kissing, and then... a battle of tongues..."
Fang Ya said it without blushing or missing a beat.
By the time Shen Muyan heard the last part, she wanted to bury her head beneath the covers.
But on second thought, this method was quite suitable.
So, the rich lady began adjusting the air conditioner...
The moment Lu Qin came out, he shivered.
Why was it so cold?!
He thought it was because he had just showered. Glancing at the rich lady, who was still calmly leaning against the headboard and playing on her phone, he asked:
"Do you have any spare bedding?"
He couldn't just crawl straight into the rich lady's blanket, could he? She might kick him right off the bed. Better to sleep on the floor.
"There's only one blanket."
The rich lady looked up at Boss Lu, then pointed delicately at the wardrobe.
Lu Qin walked over and opened it. Inside was only a very thin summer quilt.
Uh...
How was he supposed to sleep on the floor with that?
And it was so cold...
Lu Qin looked around. Just as he was wondering what to do, the