38: Pickup - 4

With intense curiosity, Jiang Ye quickly stepped into the slowly arriving elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, he couldn't help but open the paper bag emitting a faint fragrance. Inside was a thin, translucent storage bag.

He felt through the bag with his hand—it didn't seem like much fabric, soft and fluffy... He couldn't resist unzipping the storage bag and taking a peek inside—

"Holy shit!"

"Holy shit!!"

"Holy shit!!!"

Jiang Ye exclaimed three times in a row, his eyes wide with shock!

Inside the bag was, unmistakably, a beige lace-trimmed top undergarment!

Damn!

Is this Girl out of her mind?!

I did say anything would do, but this is way too damn random, isn't it?

He sniffed, the faint floral and fruity scent mixed with a strong body fragrance, creating an extremely alluring aroma that rushed straight into his nostrils.

The layers are surprisingly rich... Jiang Ye, torn between laughter and tears, stuffed the undergarment back into the bag, resealed the paper bag, and stepped out of the elevator.

Although the item was a bit unexpected... at least it's intimate clothing, and the mission progress has genuinely advanced!

He got back on his electric scooter and headed home with mixed feelings... Back home, Jiang Ye first opened the box of hazelnuts, tasted a couple—they were indeed delicious, plump and aromatic, far superior to the ordinary ones on the market.

He casually tossed the paper bag containing the "heavy bomb" onto the bed, planning to play a couple of League matches first to ease the "visual shock" he'd just experienced.

Just as he turned on his computer, his phone rang.

It was a WeChat message from Yaoyao, saying the item had been picked up.

Jiang Ye looked at those blushing, shy emojis, then glanced back at the paper bag on the bed. A spark of heat flared up inside him, so he quickly logged into the game to let his noob teammates help him cool down... An hour later, Jiang Ye finished two ranked matches, dropping from Diamond 2 to Diamond 3, feeling oddly refreshed.

He switched his phone to SIM2 and dialed Yaoyao's number with his alternate account.

The phone rang a few times before being answered. On the other end was still that cool, distant voice: "Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, I'm the courier who just picked up the item. It's been safely delivered."

"Where did you deliver it? To the residential complex or...?"

"The Marriott Hotel lobby. Not the residential complex."

"Then... did you see the person who placed the order? Did you take any photos?"

"I saw them, but didn't take photos. The Marriott is full of surveillance cameras; it wasn't convenient."

"What did they look like?"

"Hmm... pretty tall, looks about as handsome as me, quite good-looking."

Su Ning didn't seem impressed by this description, letting out a faint "oh" and muttering softly, "So just average-looking then..."

On his end of the call, Jiang Ye felt three black lines instantly drop from his forehead. He quickly emphasized, "Really quite handsome! Great presence!"

Su Ning didn't dwell on the topic, continuing to ask, "About how old were they? What was your impression? How were they dressed?"

Jiang Ye kept fabricating: "Twenty-two or twenty-three? Very young. Seemed nice, quite friendly, no airs, clearly well-mannered, like an educated person. Wearing... brand-name stuff, I don't really recognize it, but definitely stylish."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, as if digesting this information.

After a while, Su Ning asked again, "You... didn't say anything you shouldn't have, did you?"

"No! Absolutely not! I just picked up and delivered the item. Once they confirmed receipt, I left without saying a single extra word."

"Alright, understood, then..."

"Wait! Miss! Wait a moment!"

"Hmm?"

Jiang Ye coughed, emphasizing seriously, "Really, really handsome!"

"..."

Su Ning gave a soft "mm" and hung up.

Jiang Ye listened to the busy tone, clicked his tongue, and felt this experience was quite intriguing.

He switched back to WeChat and sent Yaoyao a message: 【Received the item.】

Almost instantly, a reply popped up: 【Did you like it, big brother? (shy.jpg)】

Looking at this sweet, soft inquiry on WeChat and recalling the cool, guarded voice on the phone, Jiang Ye couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

This Girl's contrast is truly off the charts.

As everyone knows, Girls with big contrasts are all... hmm... Once I've saved up a bit more, upgraded my wardrobe, and stayed at a high-end hotel, maybe I can start figuring out how to naturally invite her out for an in-person meeting and advance the relationship to the next stage.

Thinking this, Jiang Ye felt a certain primal urge stirring within him again.

His gaze involuntarily drifted toward that faintly scented gift bag... Hmm... Since I've already brought it back, why not... take advantage of having nothing to do now and give it a thorough "inspection"? See how hot this Girl's figure really is, what size she wears... Might as well prepare a bit for future "in-depth exchanges," right?

Jiang Ye smacked his lips, feeling a bit parched.

The faintly visible lace trim and lingering ambiguous scent seemed to draw him in like magic.

The corner of his mouth twitched, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and finally, with a fierce grit of his teeth and a stomp, he grabbed the mouse again!

Damn!

Back when I was dirt poor, being a manual pilot was one thing!

Now that the system's starting to cash back like crazy, with over ten grand in my pocket, and I'm still here hesitating over a bag—too damn pathetic!

Hold on! Just a bit longer! The day I feast isn't far off!

Once I've got more money, I'll definitely go to the top-tier places, order the most expensive Girls, and really experience what true imperial luxury feels like!"

Jiang Ye mentally berated himself, forcefully shaking off those messy thoughts in his head. With a "fight poison with poison" mindset, he threw himself back into the fierce battles of the Zaun district in LOL.

Honestly, this distraction technique worked wonders.

Once in the game, all thoughts of beauties, undergarments, and sinful urges were tossed to the winds.

His entire focus immersed in laning, last-hitting, team fights, and the passionate interactions of "friendly" exchanges about family trees with his teammates.

"Can you even play? You missed your Q?"

"Jungler, do I need to slap a paternity test in your face before you come help your dad?"

"Mid laner, mind your mom's cooking—I prefer medium-rare."

After a few rollercoaster games, Jiang Ye's fingers ached and his throat felt parched, but his spirit was oddly exhilarated.

Those earlier flirtatious thoughts had long been beaten away by teammates and opponents alike, leaving only a thirst for victory (and reporting teammates).