novelraw Chapter 168 : It’s You
Chapter 168 : It’s You
Chapter 168: It’s You?
For Su He, who was merely an onlooker at this moment, Liu Rushuang had already stepped out of the range of the “Rushuang Empress” she once was.
The Liu Rushuang that lived in everyone’s mind was supposed to be that kind of woman — pure and beautiful on the outside, but inwardly twisted and malicious.
Yet the Liu Rushuang before her now was a fiery temptress with an alluring figure, though her expression was one of extreme shyness. Even though there were only the two of them in the room, she still looked somewhat embarrassed.
Granted, the outfit was a bit revealing, but when it came to showing off her figure, it was absolutely flawless. It was hard to imagine this was clothing from decades ago, and yet, on Liu Rushuang, it somehow didn’t feel outdated at all.
Su He even felt that if she were a man, just this look of Liu Rushuang’s would have made her so lovestruck she’d forget how to think. No wonder so many men liked sexy, hot girls.
Whether it was “too spicy” or not was debatable, but it was definitely burning hot. Even as a woman, Su He’s cheeks turned slightly red from watching.
A low-cut camisole revealing her waist, perfectly outlining her upper body’s curves; low-rise pants — hot, seductive — showing off her long legs. To be fair, there were still some girls today who dressed like this.
Of course, those with average figures should probably not try. This outfit depended entirely on one’s body template. But Liu Rushuang truly lived up to being a walking “stat monster”; she brought this outfit to an entirely new level.
“Go to hell, you’re the one that’s burning! How dare you say that about me — see if I don’t teach you a lesson!”
Triggered by the word “burning,” Liu Rushuang pounced, pinning her cousin Su He onto the sofa and giving her a playful beating.
“I was wrong! I really was wrong! It’s just a figure of speech, you’re not burning — not at all, okay?” Su He quickly begged for mercy. There was nothing she could do — once Liu Rushuang got riled up, her combat power skyrocketed, and Su He had zero ability to fight back.
Hearing this, Liu Rushuang landed two firm slaps on Su He’s perky rear before standing up in frustration.
“It’s the outfit’s fault, alright? Seems like I’m just not suited for this kind of style… Forget it.” Liu Rushuang looked at herself in the mirror and muttered softly.
Though even she had to admit that her reflection was charming and fiery, wearing something like this out on the street still felt unnatural to her.
Unlike ordinary girls who used outfits like this to highlight their looks and bodies, Liu Rushuang herself possessed the “Saint Body of Rushuang.” Whatever she wore, she stood out in a crowd.
If she went out in this outfit, what awaited her wouldn’t be admiration — but the kind of attention she didn’t like.
Just as she was about to take it off and change back into her own clothes, Su He quickly spoke up beside her, “Hey, don’t take it off! It really looks great. Auntie’s taste is honestly spot-on.
No one’s asking you to wear this to work. You can wear it casually when going out or hanging around. If you think it’s too revealing, you can modify it a bit — like adding a small jacket, letting your hair down, and wearing a baseball cap. You’ll instantly look like a sporty goddess!”
As she spoke, Su He rummaged through her clothes and pulled out a hat and a small jacket, handing them over.
Liu Rushuang gave her a glance, then put them on. She pulled out the hairpin from her hair, letting her long locks cascade over her shoulders, and finally placed the cap on her head. As expected, the overall look immediately became much more balanced.
The only thing still making an impact was her pair of long, straight, slender legs — but compared to before, she now looked far more natural.
The outfit lost a bit of exposure, but still kept just the right touch of sexiness. It had to be said, it was a very successful adjustment.
At that thought, Liu Rushuang suddenly turned toward Su He, smiling meaningfully. “You really want me to dress like this?”
“Of course! You look amazing. If I had your face and body, I wouldn’t even close the door when I went to the bathroom!” Su He said firmly.
Hearing this, Liu Rushuang looked her up and down, then smiled without replying.
Alright then — since it was your idea, don’t blame me later for being “considerate.”
“By the way, that girl Yuanyuan — has she contacted you again these past few days?” Su He, puzzled by the way Liu Rushuang was looking at her, quickly changed the topic.
Liu Rushuang shook her head. “No, I guess my ‘non-single’ persona worked. At least I’ve sent her the signal that I have a man. Even if she still has ideas, she has no excuse now, right?”
Liu Rushuang didn’t mind friendly physical contact between girls — after all, that could be normal affection. But if the other person had something else in mind and initiated intimate contact, even as a woman herself, Liu Rushuang would find it hard to accept. Thankfully, things seemed to be heading in a better direction; otherwise, she wouldn’t know what to do.
Meanwhile, in Lin Mo’s apartment, Sichuan Girl and Wang Chu were both staring at his new road bike in disbelief.
“Wait — we haven’t seen you for just one night, and now you have this? You didn’t have it yesterday!” Wang Chu asked suspiciously.
Lin Mo said, “It arrived this morning. How is it — decent, right?”
“Decent? It’s awesome! This thing has to cost at least ten thousand!” Sichuan Girl exclaimed.
As the saying went, there’s expertise in every field — and when it came to bicycles, Sichuan Girl didn’t know much, so she couldn’t really judge the exact price.
“More or less. I figured I had some free time now, so I might as well exercise a bit. Once I’ve had enough rides, I can sell it — won’t lose much anyway. Oh right, here’s that drawing you asked for.” Lin Mo didn’t explain the real price of the bike and quickly changed the subject.
If it had been around ten thousand or so, they might have just been surprised — but if it was over a hundred thousand, they’d definitely start interrogating him.
Sure enough, as soon as he mentioned the drawings, the two abandoned the bike and came over.
Seeing the eight sketches laid out, even though it wasn’t their first time seeing his art, they were still shocked — they looked almost lifelike.
“Damn, Old Mo, your drawing’s insanely realistic and fast! You’re basically the holy body of content creators!” Sichuan Girl gave him a thumbs-up.
Ever since the start of their senior year, he’d noticed Lin Mo had changed drastically. Forget anything else — just his looks alone could easily make him popular online.
And now with this sketching skill? If Lin Mo wanted to become a creator, he’d blow up in no time.
“Come on, I’m just doing it for fun. But I gotta say, the two female bloggers you found are really good-looking,” Lin Mo said with a smile.
Sichuan Girl had no female fans — all were guys — but the female streamers she knew were indeed quite pretty.
“Of course! Why would I bother if they weren’t? One of them’s even a twin! Remember that excavator video of yours that went viral? I told them I knew you, and now they keep asking me to introduce them on WeChat. Said you didn’t have to be so strict about boundaries.
But come on, I’m a man of principle — I’d never sell out a brother like that! I refused immediately!” Sichuan Girl declared righteously, holding up one of the sketches.
Lin Mo said, “Sometimes, you really don’t need to be that righteous. It’s okay to sell me out once in a while — I don’t mind.”
Sichuan Girl: …
When he should act upright, he didn’t. But when he shouldn’t, he pretended to be noble. Was this about loyalty? No — he just couldn’t stand to see his brother succeed!
That night, to thank Lin Mo for his help, Sichuan Girl treated them to a meal — the three went to a small stir-fry place behind the school.
Since Miss Yuan wasn’t around, Lin Mo didn’t visit. Familiarity was one thing, but barging into someone’s home when they weren’t there — eating and hanging out — would’ve been inappropriate.
After parting with Sichuan Girl and Wang Chu, Lin Mo headed toward his building. Just as he reached the entrance, he saw the elevator doors about to close, so he hurried his pace.
The person inside must have noticed, because they pressed the open button, holding the door for him.
It was a small, everyday gesture — Lin Mo often did the same. No need to make anyone wait for the next elevator.
“Than—”
He ran inside and was about to thank them when he looked up — only to see a familiar face.
Instantly, his expression froze in shock, and the word of thanks died in his throat.
“It’s you?”