283: Chapter 283 Bald Wild's Troubles - 2

Ye Cheng suppressed her laughter and walked forward, curiously reaching out to touch his smooth, bald head, only to be swatted away with a look of disdain from Jiang Ye.

"Don't touch! Is a sacred bald head something you can just touch whenever you want?"

Ye Cheng curled her lip, her gaze sweeping back and forth between his bare upper body and his face, before she suddenly let out a surprised "Eh?"

"Wait... that's not right... Jiang Ye, how did your skin... how did it become so good?"

She extended a finger and cautiously poked the skin on Jiang Ye's arm; it felt smooth, slippery, and elastic under her touch.

"Did you... apply primer to your whole body? What kind of foundation is this natural? There's no powdery texture at all!"

Jiang Ye was originally in a gloomy mood, but being asked this, he felt a strange sense of smugness and couldn't help but snort.

"Primer my ass! Buddy is naturally beautiful and has always been like this, okay? It's your fault for not letting me turn on the lights usually, and running off before dawn every time. That's why you never noticed my peerless skin!"

Ye Cheng was stunned, carefully inspecting all the exposed skin on his body, legs, and feet. The more she looked, the more shocked she became.

This skin condition...

It was rosy, healthy, hydrated, and full of elasticity. His pores were so fine they were almost invisible. It was actually better than her own skin after spending a fortune on high-end treatments.

How could skin like this—enough to make any woman go mad with envy—appear on a rough guy like him?

This was unscientific!

Seeing Ye Cheng's gaze practically glued to him, Jiang Ye felt a bit guilty.

The effect of this stuff being too good was also a headache; it would be too troublesome to explain. He quickly changed the subject.

"Alright, alright, stop looking! I'll start charging if you keep looking! What did you come here for anyway?"

Only then did Ye Cheng snap out of her massive shock. Remembering her purpose for coming over, a faint blush unexpectedly crept onto her face, and she cleared her throat awkwardly.

"That... aren't I going home the day after tomorrow... seeing as you've been... um... holding it in so hard these past few days... I thought... cough... I thought I'd pay back two of my debts before I leave..."

Jiang Ye was taken aback. "Isn't your 'relative' visiting? How are you going to pay?"

Ye Cheng rolled her eyes, her toes curling inside her slippers. She coughed lowly again, her gaze drifting as she avoided a direct answer.

"...?"

Jiang Ye froze for two seconds, then suddenly it clicked!

Feet!

She was talking about that debt of 'ten foot-jobs' she'd owed for over a month!

"Holy crap! For real, baby? You've finally come around?"

Ye Cheng's gaze was shifty as she nodded gently. "Mm..."

"Now?"

"Yes, any later and Wanxing will be back from work. Little Su isn't here; if the two of us are being all lovey-dovey, she'll be so embarrassed..."

"Tsk! As expected of you, Cheng Cheng, you're so thoughtful!"

Jiang Ye rubbed his hands excitedly, reaching out to grab the bath towel around his waist, ready to liberate his nature at any moment.

But just as he was about to pull the towel away, he suddenly thought of something and his movements jerked to a halt.

Wait...

This woman, Ye Cheng... she just laughed like a maniac when she saw his bald head.

If... she saw that even down there was...

Damn! Wouldn't he be mocked by her for the rest of his life?!

In the future, at every critical moment, would she stare at his head and start laughing?!

"Hahahaha, do you remember that time? You lost all your hair and looked like a boiled egg, yet you still wanted me to do that... Hahahaha..."

Just imagining it made Jiang Ye feel like the world was going dark.

His face darkened as he remained silent for a dozen seconds, an intense struggle raging within him.

On one side was the long-awaited, dream-filled "special experience."

On the other side was a "dark history" and "laughingstock" that might follow him for life.

"Cheng Cheng..."

Jiang Ye slowly let go of the bath towel and sighed, his tone exceptionally heavy. "I've decided."

"Ah? Decided what?"

"After deep reflection and thought, I've decided... to abstain from sex for a month, starting today."

"???"

Ye Cheng dug at her ear, thinking she had misheard. "What did you say you're going to do?"

"I said, I plan to abstain for a month."

Jiang Ye's expression was solemn, as if he were about to become a monk the next second. "People shouldn't always focus on those things in bed, wasting time and squandering life. We should put our precious time more into learning and self-improvement. Lust is a steel blade that scrapes the bone; quitting lust starts with me."

"...?"

Ye Cheng reached out blankly, feeling Jiang Ye's forehead and then her own, murmuring:

"You don't have a fever... Could it be that you've held it in for so long that your mind has gone hazy? Or did water get into your brain while showering?"

"I don't have a fever! And no water got into my brain!"

Jiang Ye swatted her hand away and said crossly, "I'm perfectly clear-headed! I'm serious! This is a decision made after careful consideration! Abstinence for a month! No one can persuade me otherwise!"

Ye Cheng blinked once, then twice, looking at his dead-serious expression, completely baffled.

What was going on?

Could it be... he really had developed some kind of problem from holding it in?

Or... before she came over, had this guy already taken matters into his own hands, and now he was in the legendary 'Sage Mode,' undergoing deep self-criticism and reflection?

She scratched her head, unable to figure it out no matter how she thought about it. In the end, she could only mutter, "You'd better be," and left the master bedroom, looking back three times with every step.

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At 5:30 PM, Lin Wanxing stood outside the door of Room 1601, took a deep breath, and spent a full half-minute mentally preparing herself.

In recent days, Jiang Ye's level of absurdity had been increasing daily, with endless shameless antics.

Plus, Su Ning had returned to her hometown this morning, so now only he and Ye Cheng—that young couple—were left at home. Dry wood and a blazing fire, a lone man and woman...

Lin Wanxing was really afraid that as soon as she pushed the door open, she would see some R-rated scene that would make her pupils quake and make her want to gouge her own eyes out.

She held her breath, first cautiously pushing the door open a crack, and listened carefully.

Hmm... it was very quiet.

There was no strange panting, no suggestive clapping sounds, only the faint sound of the TV and the sound of someone shaking out clothes.

Good, good. Although Jiang Ye had no lower limit when being shameless, he still had basic character and integrity. He shouldn't have caused a scene that would make her die on the spot.

She relaxed slightly, pushed the door open, and bent over to change her shoes.

But when she stood up and looked toward the living room, her entire body instantly froze in place, her eyes widening into circles.

On the living room sofa, there sat a... well... a... thing... that was currently grinning at her?

What was that?

Had a lightbulb... come to life?