My state isn't great today; I only recovered this evening, so this will be the only update for now. ..........

Wang Zhuo wasn't a child given to lying, but when necessary, a lie would spring to his lips without a second thought. The only person intimately aware of this trait was Gan Lin; others knew very little about it.

In fact, many who didn't interact with him often assumed he was an upright and honest young man—sincere and genuine. Too many lies inevitably reveal a few cracks, which then require even more falsehoods to cover them.

If the relationship were casual, it wouldn't matter, but Wang Zhuo counted on his fingers, and the person who knew the most secrets about him was undoubtedly the one standing before him now. Indeed, Guan Yingying knew secrets that even Wang Zhuo’s official girlfriend, Gan Lin, didn't—for instance, Gan Lin had no idea Wang Zhuo kept a mistress on the side, nor that he had taken Guan Yingying’s maidenhood in a drunken stupor.

These were things best kept in the shadows. Seeing her threaten to expose his secrets, Wang Zhuo, unwilling to acquire the reputation of a sexual offender, felt a notion flicker in his mind.

“How about we play Truth or Dare? What do you say?” “Sure, I have nothing to hide,” Guan Yingying scoffed, projecting an air of uninhibited confidence.

“Alright, I’ll answer your first question.” Wang Zhuo held up three fingers and smiled faintly: “Including you, that makes three. I don’t need to say who the others are, right?” “That makes two, not counting me,” Guan Yingying quickly corrected.

“That time was just an accident, and we stopped immediately. It doesn't count.” “How can it not count?

I think it absolutely should,” Wang Zhuo seized the opportunity to steer the conversation this way, precisely to prevent her from digging deeper. If they were comparing verbal sparring ability, even three Guan Yingyings couldn't match Wang Zhuo.

They debated the definition of what counted as ‘having done it,’ and in the end, Wang Zhuo won, successfully categorizing the drunken incident as, "Even if it wasn't finished, it was still done." Guan Yingying’s argument was actually quite sound; she believed that instance was an assault, not intercourse. But before she knew it, Wang Zhuo had persuaded her otherwise.

Thus, that question was temporarily set aside, saving Wang Zhuo from further inquisition. Now it was Wang Zhuo’s turn to ask.

He pondered for a moment, then asked softly, “Do you hate me?” “I used to,” Guan Yingying nodded, then shook her head. “But not anymore.” Wang Zhuo quickly pressed, “How long did you hate me for?” “That’s the next question,” Guan Yingying shot back with a sly smile.

Wang Zhuo slapped his forehead. If he had known, he should have just asked, “How long did you hate me?” to save himself the trouble!

So, they began exchanging questions and answers. The woman’s questions always revolved around “Who do you like more?” and “Do all men secretly want multiple wives and concubines?” The man’s questions were more pointed: “At what age did you get your first period?” and “Who are the subjects of your sexual fantasies?”...

In Truth or Dare, whoever took it seriously lost. The thrill of the game lay in discerning truth from falsehood amidst half-true and half-false answers.

The questions grew increasingly taboo, becoming unsuitable for discussion with outsiders. Guan Yingying even asked Wang Zhuo if he wanted some beer, though she really just wanted a can herself to hide her flushing face.

It grew dark, yet neither mentioned turning on the lights. In the dimly lit bathtub, Wang Zhuo was vividly narrating the numerous details of male-female matters to Sister Yingying.

Hearing this made her cheeks burn and her heart race, while simultaneously stirring an involuntary yearning within her. Since Qi Fei had already confided in her about her relationship with Wang Zhuo, and Wang Zhuo had already told her that Guan Yingying knew about their affair, the two had long shared an unspoken understanding, despite never having discussed it directly.

Given this opportunity, Guan Yingying naturally wanted to inquire until everything was crystal clear. When she learned that Qi Fei was satisfied with just once a night, she voiced her skepticism.

“Isn’t it said that women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties? How can she be satisfied with just one time?” Wang Zhuo chuckled: “Why didn’t you mention the part that says they’re earth-sucking soil at fifty?

We do it once, yes, but it just takes a rather long time.” Guan Yingying froze for a beat, then realized the young man was taking the chance to brag about his stamina. “Then just how long are you two?” “When it gets swollen, we can’t play anymore.

I didn’t pay attention to the time,” Wang Zhuo calmly tossed an empty can behind him, hitting the trash can precisely. Swollen?

This was the first time Guan Yingying had heard that concept. A host of questions immediately flooded her mind: Who swelled?

Why did it swell? Where did it swell?

Just as she was about to ask, Wang Zhuo countered, “I heard you went on a blind date a few days ago? How did that go?” “Some little fatty, not even as tall as me,” Guan Yingying replied with a helpless shrug and a simple answer.

“Then he was too short,” Wang Zhuo teased. “You should at least look for someone matching my standards, or you’ll regret it later when you feel you can’t compare to me.” “Using you as a standard?

Do you think anyone like that exists?” Guan Yingying replied with a wry smile. “Anyone better than you is probably a second-generation rich kid or a second-generation official.

The official kids are all into political marriages, and second-generation rich kids are unreliable—they’re even more promiscuous than you.” “That’s not promiscuity, that’s universal love,” Wang Zhuo corrected with a playful grin. “Universal love?

I think it’s lustful love, hmph. Thinking with your lower body,” Guan Yingying gave him a dismissive glance.

“Then I guess I’m thinking with both my upper and lower body,” Wang Zhuo said with a flirtatious look. “After double deliberation, I’ve concluded we’re a perfect match—talented man and beautiful woman, flying wing-to-wing.

Too suitable!” Guan Yingying let out a cold laugh. “If you want to fly together, go find them.

I’m redundant in that scenario.” “Uh…” Wang Zhuo nearly fell backward into the water. She actually knew about ‘flying together’?

“Yingying, where did you hear that phrase ‘flying together’?” Wang Zhuo asked. “Add the honorific ‘Sister’ when you speak to me,” Guan Yingying huffed.

“You’re always posting that picture in the QQ group saying you can ‘fly together’ for a thousand bucks. We might not understand it, but we can search on Baidu, can’t we?” Damn that Baidu again… Wang Zhuo was speechless.

Why did Baidu have every kind of vulgar nonsense? Couldn't he use the more innocent Sogou next time?

“Actually, that’s not what I meant…” “Oh, I know that’s not what you meant. You actually meant three-way, right?” Wang Zhuo was left both choked up and amused; he did harbor a fleeting, inappropriate thought, but it seemed the path to realizing it was long and arduous… Seeing his eyes darting about, Guan Yingying felt a mix of annoyance and amusement.

So the brat actually intended that! He must be scheming something malicious right now.

She suddenly stood up, placed her hands on Wang Zhuo’s shoulders, and pushed him toward the water. “Let’s see you plot bad ideas, you little rascal!” Wang Zhuo was caught off guard and took in a mouthful of water, but luckily he managed to pinch his nostrils just in time to avoid choking.

Although he held his breath, he pretended to have swallowed water, flailing his limbs about in a panic. Guan Yingying, holding his head down, thought her sneak attack had succeeded and chuckled triumphantly.

Before her laughter faded, she felt Wang Zhuo sweep his leg against her calf. Her footing slipped, and she let out a startled scream, tumbling backward into the tub.

If she had fallen that way, the back of her head would surely have slammed against the edge of the bathtub. In that case, the next day’s evening news would have an extra sensational piece about a bathtub fatality.

But Wang Zhuo wouldn’t let her get hurt. He braced with both hands, catching her elastic, full, and shapely bottom.

This catch only absorbed part of the force. Then, his palms and arms became her slide, and suddenly, she felt as if she was snugly seated directly on someone’s face, able to clearly distinguish the location of the nose and mouth.

…… Wang Zhuo truly choked on quite a bit of water, emerging from the bathroom looking rather disheveled. Guan Yingying, meanwhile, was laughing so hard she was about to pull a stitch, completely overcome by the pleasure of revenge mixed with schadenfreude.

“Sorry, did I bump you hard?” Wang Zhuo rubbed his nose. “It’s fine, I don’t mind,” Guan Yingying continued to giggle.

“You don’t mind? Good, I’ll bump you a few more times!” The big bad wolf instantly bared its tail, pouncing on the Little Red Riding Hood and pinning her onto the sofa.

Guan Yingying was quite strong, but she was no match for Wang Zhuo. After a few struggles, he pinned both her wrists with one hand; she couldn't break free no matter how hard she struggled.

A strange, unprecedented sensation suddenly surged through her. Her heart fluttered like a caged bird, and she was unsure how to react.

She neither wanted him to succeed nor wanted to resist. This internal conflict finally allowed her to recognize a deeply hidden emotion: she had fallen for this little rogue without realizing it.

She turned her head to evade Wang Zhuo’s approaching mouth, her mind in chaos, having lost all sense of position. Seeing that her resistance wasn't very strong, Wang Zhuo felt an urge to sing Hallelujah.

His free hand reached behind her back and gently undid the strap of her bikini. Freed from restraint, her tender, pink nipples slowly peaked, like two buds about to bloom.

Wang Zhuo reverently lowered his head. Just as he drew one into his mouth, before he could savor it, the doorbell rang, ruining the moment.

Guan Yingying unleashed a sudden burst of powerful energy, shoving Wang Zhuo away. Like a nimble leopard cat, she darted soundlessly into the bedroom in two or three swift steps.

Checking the gas meter? Or collecting a payment?

Annoyed, Wang Zhuo activated his X-ray vision, peering through the double security door. Standing outside was a man with both arms wrapped in bandages, carrying an IV stand.

A saline bag weighing nearly a kilogram hung from the stand, with the tube attached to his right hand. This person was none other than Huang Hongbo, whom Wang Zhuo had just rescued from a dog’s mouth!

It seemed this kid had ruined the evening’s good fortune. Wang Zhuo wryly untied his towel, tossed it into the laundry basket in the bathroom, and quickly pulled on his clothes.

Guan Yingying had also slipped into a house dress and emerged from the bedroom. Looking at Wang Zhuo, her eyes held a feigned anger.

Wang Zhuo gave her a silent grin and whispered, “I’ll get the door. You go back to the bedroom.” Guan Yingying was still flustered.

Hearing him, she obediently returned to the bedroom and left the door slightly ajar. Listening closely, she realized it was the appliance repairman Wang Zhuo had saved, coming to express his gratitude.

Only when Wang Zhuo led him into the living room did Guan Yingying relax slightly. If it had been a relative or friend, she might have been exposed!

A coolness spread across her left breast. Reaching up to touch it, she found it damp, and could only smile ruefully, remembering the little rogue’s drool mark left there just moments ago.