novelraw Chapter 186 : Staying the Night (3)
Chapter 186 : Staying the Night (3)
Chapter 186: Staying the Night (3)
When two perverts got together, their private behavior was bound to be even more perverted.
Lin Mo, as a man, had a wealth of knowledge in certain areas — but it was clear that Rushuang Empress knew no less than he did.
Both of them used jokes as excuses and, without realizing it, ended up blurting out their true thoughts, even revealing sides of themselves that no one else knew.
In the end, Liu Rushuang still kicked him twice, saying it was his “reward,” which made Lin Mo so angry that he almost grabbed her freshly washed socks and shoved them into her mouth.
Reward, my ass! Did she really take him for a pervert? Even for flirting, this was way too unconventional!
It was his first time staying alone with a young and beautiful woman. To be honest, it made him feel a little uneasy.
To say he had no thoughts at all — that was impossible. He was young, after all, not a eunuch, and she was such a stunning beauty.
But more than anything, he felt nervous and unsure, with a trace of awkwardness mixed in.
If it had been daytime, he wouldn’t have felt this way. But now, with night deep and the world outside silent, idle minds couldn’t help but wander.
At this point, Lin Mo resigned himself to fate — the sofa it was. After all, it was only for one night, and Liu Rushuang didn’t live here permanently anyway.
But it was already so late — why wasn’t she going to the bedroom to rest and still wandering around the living room? Lin Mo had no choice but to force himself to calm down and focus on his phone.
On the other side, Liu Rushuang appeared calm and collected, but in truth, she was no less nervous than Lin Mo.
The feeling of staying overnight at a man’s place for the first time made her fair face flush slightly. Even though she had been the one to suggest coming down, emotions were not something she could easily control.
And she didn’t know why — the more she thought about Lin Mo’s various identities, the more her mind wandered. A university student, Doctor Lin, Chef Lin — and most importantly, her good friend’s blood cousin.
Especially that last connection. For some reason, just thinking about it felt… a little exciting.
Perhaps sensing that her thoughts were going astray, Liu Rushuang shook her head to distract herself. She leaned over, glancing at Lin Mo’s phone.
“Eh~~ You actually like watching this? What’s so great about it? Obviously, it’s all filtered and beautified!” Liu Rushuang said.
At that moment, Lin Mo’s phone was playing a video of a young woman in a long dress dancing at home. To put it mildly, the video was a bit risqué — the woman even lifted her skirt slightly during the dance.
“It’s fine. None of the stuff online is real anyway. I can’t meet them in person, so as long as it’s nice to watch, that’s enough,” Lin Mo replied with a grin.
He scrolled short videos just to kill time, never becoming a fan of any specific blogger. Naturally, he didn’t idolize anyone or get disillusioned like some fans who unfollowed after seeing a blogger’s real, unfiltered face.
“Please, it’s just dancing — who can’t do that? Watch me!”
With that, Liu Rushuang snatched his phone, watched the clip twice, and then stood in front of the TV wall, moving in time with the music.
How to describe it… Her dance was so-so, but Liu Rushuang’s modeling was exceptional. Even the smallest movement was captivating — she was far more mesmerizing than the girl in the video.
For a moment, Lin Mo even felt like he was sitting in a private lounge, watching a courtesan perform.
“How about that? Didn’t your big sister dance pretty well?”
When the song ended, Liu Rushuang leaned against the wall, smiling proudly.
She didn’t need to ask — Lin Mo’s expression already told her everything.
“Wait, don’t stop! Isn’t there that skirt-lifting move next?” Lin Mo said urgently.
That was the essence of the whole dance!
“Go to hell! I’m wearing a nightdress — if I lift it, I’ll have to start charging!” Liu Rushuang shot him a playful glare, then added, “You’d better stop watching this kind of stuff. Isn’t your big sister better to look at?”
As she said that, she casually blocked the girl’s account from Lin Mo’s phone.
Lin Mo clicked his tongue, unimpressed. Times had changed — in the old days, a common man like him would never have had the chance to see so many pretty girls dancing for free in revealing outfits.
If he didn’t enjoy it now, was he supposed to wait until he was old? Everyone said the people should see first, and he was the people.
“But seriously,” Lin Mo said, “you watched it twice and danced almost perfectly. Did you learn dance before?”
Though her dance wasn’t as refined as the original, she definitely had some foundation.
“Nonsense, it’s just talent, alright? Why would I ever bother learning dance?” Liu Rushuang replied, tossing his phone back.
“Talent, huh? Then why didn’t you ever try studying dance if you’re so gifted?” Lin Mo asked.
At that, Liu Rushuang rolled her eyes, picked up her water glass, and took a sip before saying, “Please. In really wealthy families, unless the kid wants to learn, parents don’t make their daughters study dance. Especially girls.”
“Why not? I’ve seen plenty of well-off families online who send their daughters to learn dance. They say it improves their temperament,” Lin Mo countered.
This was a difference in perspective. Liu Rushuang sighed softly and explained, “Those are families who are doing okay — comfortable, but not truly rich.
When wealth reaches a certain level, that stops happening. Think about it — throughout history, have you ever heard of a noble lady known for dancing? What they pursued was music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. It was the courtesans who danced for fame, because the essence of dance is to show off one’s body and invite others to judge it.
Of course, society is open now. If the child wants to learn, parents won’t stop them, but they won’t encourage it either.”
Hearing that, Lin Mo finally understood. Clearly, Rushuang Empress came from an exceptionally wealthy background. Girls like her didn’t need to please anyone — others came to please them.
Unless she truly wanted to learn, her parents wouldn’t push her toward such hobbies — there was no need.
“Alright, it’s getting late. I’m going to bed. You should rest early too. And remember — no sneaking in during the night,” Liu Rushuang said, waving at him before heading to his bedroom.
Once the door shut completely, she locked it behind her. Then, feeling oddly excited, she leapt onto Lin Mo’s bed, buried her head in his blanket, and inhaled deeply.
“Mmm… it really does smell different.”
With that, she lay down, hugging the quilt tightly. The scent of Lin Mo still lingered on it, making her heart race.
After a moment’s thought, she took out her phone, snapped a picture, and sent it to Su He.
Liu Rushuang: 【Image】
【My little brother’s bed — big, soft, and smells sooo good~ Big Sis Su, I’ll be making myself comfortable!】
Su He: 凸(艹皿艹)
On the other end, Cousin Su He sneered after replying with the emoji, muttering to herself:
“Sooner or later, you’ll bear my cousin’s child. Think you’re getting the better deal here? Ridiculous.
Maybe it’s time I change my car. The Zhiji L6 doesn’t suit me anymore… asking for a Maserati as hush money doesn’t sound too much, right?”
Sometimes, the line between hunter and prey was thin. You thought you were taking advantage, but in truth, the other party was letting you.
That was exactly Su He’s mindset. At first, she had worried her cousin wouldn’t be able to handle Liu Rushuang’s succubus-like charm, not to mention their huge gap in background — being well-matched wasn’t just an old saying.
But as things developed, she realized she’d lost control of the situation. Her cousin had already gone back to school, yet the two of them were growing closer and closer.
Especially when Liu Rushuang had cramps recently and her cousin came to give her a massage — she’d sensed something was off between them.
And just a few days ago, they’d even kept something secret from her — clearly not ordinary.
The two might act like nothing was going on, and Liu Rushuang might just be joking around, but Su He, as an outsider, could see it clearly — Liu Rushuang definitely had feelings for her cousin. They just weren’t quite there yet.
We don’t make the first move, she thought, but if you come knocking, don’t blame us for not holding back. After all, we’re men — it’s not like we’re the ones losing out.
Obviously, when Su He had just threatened to go over earlier, it was mostly for show — a feigned protest. Deep down, she wasn’t opposing it; she was even giving silent support.
“Cousin, you’d better make me proud! As long as you’ve got the guts, even a CEO can go on maternity leave, right?”