Fluffy Rabbit

[Something's not right. The streamer's smile looks even more sinister than the straight-A student's.]

[Who's actually playing whom here?]

[When the big shots clash, there's no room for us small fry to butt in. Just sit back and enjoy the show.]

[I'm still choosing to believe in Jiu Cilang. After all, he's a legendary big shot holding two Archmage Staff Fragments!]

[Are you just assuming Jiu Cilang is definitely a legendary big shot?]

[I have a feeling the streamer is in trouble this time.]

[Exactly. That Gentleman's Agreement Scroll was brought out by the straight-A student; it looks like a carefully laid trap.]

[Agreed. I'm betting the streamer won't pass this hurdle.]

[Same here.]

[Forget it, I'm not betting. I'll just watch the stream in peace.]

[+1, just here for the spectacle.]

Wen Nan received the 60% mission completion notification from the system and returned to the classroom, satisfied.

Yu Shujun was far from as simple as she appeared on the surface. Wen Nan was well aware that the Gentleman's Agreement Scroll likely had some tricks hidden in it.

But he signed it anyway.

For one, he had read the terms from start to finish and found no major issues. For another, this was what Yu Shujun wanted, so he naturally chose to satisfy her.

Regardless of whether Yu Shujun was a player in disguise, having this "brother" mixed into his "harem" would affect his mission progress.

The main quest this time was to "satisfy TA." The school beauty's deepest desire was a novel, unattainable heartbreak experience, while Qiqi's desire was to have a sweet romance with Wen Nan. Wen Nan had achieved both, which was why his mission completion had already reached 40% when he rushed out of the classroom.

And what Yu Shujun wanted at this stage was to sign this agreement with Wen Nan.

So, Wen Nan naturally chose to satisfy the straight-A student.

Sure enough, after signing the agreement, the straight-A student was satisfied, and his mission completion jumped straight to 60%.

As for what tricks were hidden in that so-called Gentleman's Agreement, Wen Nan thought, he would just have to wait and see—

When soldiers come, block them with generals; when water comes, cover it with earth. He was a man who had walked out of the Peach Blossom Mental Hospital. For so many years, he had defeated every mental patient he encountered and remained invincible.

When it came to playing mind games, Wen Nan wasn't afraid.

Compared to him, the overlord of the mental hospital, the straight-A student was still too green.

When school let out at noon, Wen Nan followed the arrangement he had made with Aunt Mei and returned home with Qiqi before lunch.

The house was located in the old district and was in a school catchment area, so it wasn't very large. Including the shared area, it was less than ninety square meters. It was a two-bedroom, one-living-room layout with the living room and dining room combined. The place was kept very clean, and all sorts of pink, fluffy plush toys were placed on the sofa, coffee table, shelves, and in every corner.

Although Qiqi was pure and cute, she didn't actually like pink. Her school bag, the skirts she usually wore, and her various stationery and small charms were mostly yellow and green.

Therefore, all this pink atmosphere in the room... could only come from the other mistress of the house.

"Auntie! We're home!"

As soon as Qiqi opened the door, she stretched her neck and shouted into the house.

"You're back?"

Aunt Mei's voice, soft and sweet, drifted out from the kitchen.

With a "clatter," the sliding kitchen door was pushed open.

A snow-white figure wearing a pink cartoon apron hurried out to greet them.

Perhaps it was too stuffy in the kitchen, but Aunt Mei's legs and arms were bare; at first glance, it looked as if she were wearing nothing but an apron.

Wen Nan felt his face heat up and nearly turned away to avoid the awkwardness.

But as she walked closer with a smile, Wen Nan realized she was wearing a loose short-sleeved T-shirt underneath. It was just so short that it was completely covered by the apron, creating a strange, censored effect.

Today was the weekend, so Aunt Mei didn't have to work. She had changed out of the formal shirts and skirts she usually wore, wasn't wearing any makeup, and had her hair tied back in a loose, low ponytail. At first glance, she looked like a contemporary of Qiqi's, though the proud, towering curves on her chest that couldn't be hidden revealed her mature charm.

[('')]

[()]

[(`)]

[The chest, though.]

[My chest.]

[Covered up completely, zero stars.]

[I'm ready, typing with one hand to prove my dedication.]

[My intentions are pure; I only love Big Bear.]

[(°°)° Oh ho!]

[Big Boss, a small token of appreciation from your little brother, please don't mind it. We're counting on you for an exciting show.]

[Waiting for the exciting show.]

[Squatting.]

[Squatting.]

"Are you tired? Hungry, right? There's just the braised fish left, and the chicken soup is simmering on the stove; it'll be ready in a moment," Aunt Mei said, tilting her head and smiling at the two of them. "Why don't you go watch some TV on the sofa and have some fruit? I'll call you when the food is on the table."

Qiqi nodded, pulling her and Wen Nan's designated slippers out from the shoe cabinet as she replied, "Alright, go ahead, Auntie, no rush."

After changing her shoes, she headed straight for the sofa. She tossed her backpack onto the rug, bent over to grab a few strawberries from the coffee table, and then flopped backward, landing on the sofa with a soft thud.

Wen Nan finished changing his slippers, glanced at Qiqi lounging comfortably on the sofa, and ultimately turned to follow Aunt Mei into the kitchen. "Should I go help serve the dishes?"

Aunt Mei immediately waved him off. "No need. You've been in class all week; you must be exhausted, right? Just go rest. I'll be done soon, and we'll eat right away."

Wen Nan shook his head. "Let the kid watch TV by herself; I'll help you out."

Hearing this, Qiqi called out from the other room, "Who are you calling a kid?"

Wen Nan looked toward her with a smile and shrugged. "Whoever answers to it, I suppose."

Aunt Mei chuckled as she looked at the two of them, then shook her head and said to Wen Nan, "Then come in and peel two heads of garlic for me?"

Wen Nan gladly agreed and followed her into the kitchen.

The apartment wasn't large, and the kitchen was cramped; it was just right for one person, but felt crowded with two.

Aunt Mei stepped in first, bending down to search for garlic in the lower cabinets.

Wen Nan followed behind, his gaze dropping, and he immediately caught sight of a plump, rounded area facing him.

Aunt Mei's figure could be described as having every asset placed exactly where it mattered most.

Her legs were long and straight, fair and tender, but further up, they were full of soft curves, looking plump and resilient.

She was wearing pink yoga shorts that ended right at the top of her thighs, the hem digging into her skin and causing the pale, soft flesh of her thighs to bulge out slightly.

Wen Nan was lost in thought and didn't notice Aunt Mei had already stood up. She turned around abruptly, and the two of them collided unexpectedly.

Aunt Mei stumbled back two steps in surprise, her focus entirely on steadying the bowl of garlic in her hands. In the process, one of her fluffy rabbit slippers accidentally flew off.

"Oh my..."

Aunt Mei looked toward the corner where her slipper had landed, feeling a bit embarrassed. She lifted her bare foot and hopped slightly, preparing to hop on one leg to retrieve it.

"I'll get it."

Wen Nan turned, walked two steps to the corner, and bent down to pick up the fluffy slipper.

Returning to Aunt Mei's side, he crouched down, took her delicate, hovering foot in his hand, and slipped the fluffy slipper back on for her.

Before letting go, his fingers subconsciously brushed against her ankle, the tender skin of her calf providing a smooth, soft, and supple sensation.