While nothing improper could happen with the policewoman, occasionally playing dress-up with uniforms was still quite nice.

There are things men rarely speak of, yet they often consider them: fantasizing about female classmates and teachers in school; female colleagues, bosses, or subordinates at work; female doctors or nurses at the hospital; or flight attendants while flying...

Not only that, sometimes they step into a role, imagining themselves as the pilot, the hospital director, the company CEO, or the principal. However, based on Fei Long’s investigations, these men are only a minority; the vast majority indulge their fantasies while remaining true to themselves!

When Guan Yingying said she would wear a police uniform for Wang Zhuo, she certainly wasn't joking. What is excitement? This is excitement! Young men and women find novelty and thrill in role-playing games—and it causes no trouble or disturbance to society or others. Isn't that the healthiest form of entertainment?!

Of course, in the CMM game she anticipated, it was unclear whether Wang Zhuo would play the actor, the policeman, or the caught culprit. Perhaps she wanted to play a gritty drama of a petty thief successfully overpowering a police beauty!

The bag snatcher was handed over to the supermarket security office, and Wang Zhuo couldn't be bothered to linger with the police.

The women were curious how he managed to catch the guy. After all, he had wrestled with the "former policewoman" into a tumbling heap. During that brief struggle, the snatcher had long since fled into the vast crowds—where could he be found?

But Wang Zhuo had already prepared his explanation: he fabricated a story that the thief hadn't run far but was hiding in a small alleyway rummaging through the bag, and he chased him down by following footprints to make the capture!

Whether they believed him or not didn't matter; he believed it himself!

They chatted all the way back home. As soon as they entered the door, a lively noise drifted over from next door.

"Uncle Wang is back?" Siyuan put down what she was holding and trotted over to the wall connecting their two apartments, moving to press the doorbell.

"Wait, not yet!" Qi Fei quickly stopped her, looking at Wang Zhuo with a trace of hesitation.

Wang Zhuo immediately understood and asked slyly, "What's wrong? You don't want him to know you live here?"

Qi Fei gave him an annoyed glare, thinking he was asking the obvious.

Wang Zhuo smiled and spread his hands, "Let's just ignore him and do our own thing."

The word "do" (, wán) was loaded with ambiguity, immediately causing Qi Fei's cheeks to flush. She walked aside to take off her coat.

"Sounds like there are quite a few people over there," Guan Yingying said after hanging up her coat, revealing her graceful figure beneath the bulky winter wear. She walked up to Wang Zhuo and chuckled softly, "I think your father is quite the philanderer too."

Wang Zhuo let out a soft hum, lifted his chin, and declared, "You used the word 'too' incorrectly; I am very pure."

"Fine, keep pretending." Guan Yingying pointed a finger at him, "Don't you want to play Dou Dizhu (Fight the Landlord)?" The "pure" man instantly morphed into a fawning face, repeatedly saying yes eagerly, before being dismissed by the beautiful older sister to prepare the bathwater!

The house party next door gradually escalated into a full-blown celebration, unaware that Wang Zhuo and his group had returned, enjoying themselves immensely.

These neighbors disturbing the peace were soon reported by the downstairs owners. Several security guards came up to intervene but left without success.

Wang Zhuo saw all this through his X-ray vision. His radiant father, Wang Zhengdao, looked ten years younger, singing and drinking heartily with a group of young men and women...

Wait... there was a box of something very familiar under the table? Wang Zhuo focused his gaze and couldn't help but laugh out loud in anger.

Only then did he realize why Wang Zhengdao's alcohol tolerance had suddenly become so incredible, and why everyone else was drinking alcohol as if it were water. They had brought out one of the cases of sober-up drinks he had specifically brought back from Jiangzhou! With these supporting them, of course, they all turned into heroes of the bottle!

Wang Zhuo suddenly felt a surge of pride; seeing his research findings so popular filled him with self-satisfaction!

Just as he was basking in his smugness, the young couple living downstairs stormed up to demand an explanation. They didn't even bother ringing the bell, pounding on the door instead.

"Now let's see how much longer you can preen," Wang Zhuo chuckled.

A few minutes later, he was completely speechless. The couple had actually been persuaded by Wang Zhengdao's silver tongue and were now sitting in the living room. Old Wang opened two cans of the sober-up drink, praised them profusely, and convinced them to drink it!

Observing their silent conversations through his X-ray vision, Wang Zhuo finally understood: Wang Zhengdao's circle of friends now included a few minor celebrities. The young couple were both film and television enthusiasts. Upon entering, they recognized two stars and were warmly invited by Wang Zhengdao, so they joined the "hospitable neighbors'" gathering.

Old Wang was truly thriving nowadays... Wang Zhuo scratched his head, torn between laughter and tears, and withdrew his gaze from next door.

"Director Wang, come here!" A small head suddenly popped out from the bedroom direction, and Siyuan was beckoning to him with a playful smile.

Curious, Wang Zhuo walked over and was pulled by the hand into the bedroom by Siyuan.

"Where are the other two?" Wang Zhuo asked.

"They're showering together, so we can scrub each other's backs," Siyuan replied casually, then quickly asked, "Are you playing Dou Dizhu tonight?" Wang Zhuo arched his eyebrows with a grin.

The girl pouted: "Can't we play Three Against One?" Three Against One? Wang Zhuo immediately grimaced and shook his head like a rattle drum!

"Alright then." Siyuan knew this was definitely impossible. Sticking out her tongue, she said playfully, "I wish you a pleasant time tonight first! I'll warm you up for you!" Warm up? What on earth was that? Just as Wang Zhuo was about to ask, the girl lifted the hem of his pajamas, grabbed the elastic band of his sleep pants with both hands, squatted down, and began pulling them down...

Letting out a long, relieved breath, Director Wang propped himself up on his left hand, lightly rested his right hand on the girl's head, and squinted towards the bathroom.

His X-ray vision treated walls and furniture as non-existent, easily piercing all obstacles to reveal the scene inside the bathroom in its entirety.

Two bare, jade figures were rinsing under the rising steam of the shower. As their arms moved in scrubbing motions, a certain high point trembled slightly, sparking Wang Zhuo's boundless longing for the exquisite feel of that skin.

The people inside seemed to be talking about something. Wang Zhuo diverted a tenth of his focus to observe their lip movements and the vibration changes in their vocal cords.

Lip-reading is a skill for stealing intelligence. Experts trained in this art can determine what others are saying by observing mouth shapes. Many deaf-mutes rely on this skill to understand others.

The best way to learn lip-reading is to practice with your ears plugged.

Generally speaking, lip-reading is easier when focusing on only one person. Analyzing the lip movements of more than one person simultaneously becomes exponentially more difficult, often impossible. Factors like ambient light levels, the degree of opening/closing of the speaker's mouth, and the distance between parties are all critical constraints on the success rate of lip-reading.

But Wang Zhuo was an anomaly; his lip-reading didn't rely on ordinary vision but was combined with his X-ray perception. Unless the other person only made a mouth shape without making a sound, as long as the vocal cords vibrated, he could synthesize the vibration patterns and lip shapes—this dual input allowed him to read what they were saying with over 90% accuracy.

While others’ lip-reading success rates are affected by numerous factors, Wang Zhuo was completely undisturbed. His X-ray vision provided a holistic 360-degree image. If he was reading the speech of someone familiar, he could even simulate their voice in his mind. In 2005, when Britain's Prince Charles married Camilla, professional lip-readers later "decoded" that the Queen didn't stay for the photo session with the newlyweds because she was eager to get home to watch the horse races—this was what she whispered into the Prince's ear. The camera recorded the image, but the microphone could not pick up the sound. In 2011, the same thing happened with Prince William, forcing the Royal Family to issue a statement asking the media to respect their privacy.

At the 2006 World Cup, Zidane head-butted Materazzi, narrowly missing the World Cup trophy. Afterwards, lip-reading experts analyzed the words Materazzi provoked him with, but the resulting analyses were wildly inconsistent.

Wang Zhuo sometimes thought that if he had been at the stadium watching the game, he would certainly have deciphered Materazzi’s words. Even if he didn't understand the foreign gibberish, simulating it for someone who did would surely not have been a problem!

As for the muttering NBA star Karl Malone made during free throws, Wang Zhuo analyzed that the guy must have been spouting mindless drivel; unless X-ray vision could analyze brainwave signals, even the most formidable lip-reading technique couldn't decipher his rambling.

Time passed silently. Siyuan seemed worried about being discovered when Qi Fei and Guan Yingying finished bathing and came out, showing signs of stopping.

Wang Zhuo, while appreciating the nude scene in the bathroom and enjoying her careful service, chuckled and patted her rosy, delicate cheek.

His encouragement stimulated the young girl further. The thrill of this secret intimacy combined with the tension of possibly being discovered made her even more excited. She shot him a tender glance with her beautiful eyes, lowered her head, and moved with greater vigor.

This little fox spirit was getting better and better at teasing him. That soft, smooth little tongue curling and darting gave Wang Zhuo a feeling of near-ecstasy. He suddenly felt an urge to flip her over onto the bed, record everything, pounce on her, and ride wildly!

He soon guessed the little demoness's mischievous plan: she intended to claim the essence before Qi Fei and Guan Yingying. Wang Zhuo couldn't help but grin silently, thinking, Go ahead and try; no one has managed that yet!

By the time the water in the bathroom stopped running and they began drying themselves, preparing to emerge, Siyuan had not achieved her goal. She stood aside, pouting sullenly, watching Wang Zhuo smugly pull up his pants, genuinely wanting to pounce and take a bite out of him.

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