I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 195: Taste

He’s always been more like a brother to me, Qiao Suisui thought distractedly.

Qiao Jiming touched her head and said, "Did you hear me? Now you try."

She ’oh’ed and, following his method, added an extra lock to the door.

"If someone knocks, don’t open the door for them right away. Ask who it is first. Got it?" He was uneasy, thinking about news stories of drunkards breaking into girls’ rooms, and asked again, "Otherwise, do you want to come home with me?"

Qiao Suisui waved her hand in annoyance, "I’m not going back."

He didn’t say anything else.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated. Qiao Suisui answered it. It was Guan Weizhi asking if she had time to bring her homework and meet him at the entrance of the lecture hall. Qiao Jiming walked away to help her organize her clothes.

She hadn’t brought many clothes this time, and both the underwear and dresses were clean, so she didn’t separate them. Qiao Jiming, folding a skirt, inadvertently pulled out a white lace bra.

The young man’s ears instantly turned red, his movements halted, frozen for a few seconds, then he continued to organize as if nothing had happened, though a faint red covered his ears and neck.

By then, Qiao Suisui had hung up the phone and came over to see all her clothes already sorted and folded, and he was methodically putting them away in the closet.

"I... I’ll take care of the rest," she said. freewёbnoνel.com

"Mhm."

Qiao Jiming, facing the wardrobe and with his back to her, hid his expression from her view. He verbally agreed but kept placing the clothes into the wardrobe until everything was tidied up before he stopped.

"Who was that on the phone just now?" he asked casually, still with his back to her.

"A friend," Qiao Suisui replied, not wanting to share too much.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Qiao Jiming’s eyes. He gently shut the closet door, still facing away from Qiao Suisui, his hand resting on the door handle as he looked down and said, "Have you... been feeling upset lately?"

"Hm?"

Qiao Jiming said, "Or did I do something to make you angry?"

"Why would you think that?"

The young man turned around and walked in front of her. He had grown taller than her in the past couple of years. Qiao Jiming leaned down slightly, his slender, attractive hand lifting a strand of her hair to his nose and smelling it.

"Because it seems like you’re starting to dislike me again... sister."

He was so close that Qiao Suisui could smell his pleasant, fresh soap scent.

Qiao Suisui turned her face away, covering her discomfort and said, "No, you’re overthinking it."

Qiao Jiming watched her for a while, then smiled faintly, "Okay, I’m overthinking it."

After she gave him a few perfunctory words, she urged him to leave. Qiao Jiming, either not understanding or doing it on purpose, took his time before finally walking away slowly. Before leaving, he reminded her to respond to his messages and calls promptly.

After getting rid of her overbearing brother, Qiao Suisui flopped onto the hotel’s large bed, pondering the message from Ye Xi, recalling the scene just before she was forcefully logged out. Her brain worked at high speed.

Qiao Suisui got up, grabbed a pen, and started writing on a notebook, organizing her thoughts. After a full page, she came up with a theory very close to the truth—

In that bizarre dream, she remembered the System had notified her ’game over’.

Qiao Suisui drew an arrow next to the words ’game over’ and wrote ’log out’.

Game over meant logging out.

What had caused her to hit a game-ending scenario?

She was living well, consistently bearing children to earn points as demanded by the System, which allowed for a high degree of freedom and had never assigned her any tasks. Everything was progressing based on her own choices. So where did it go wrong?

Qiao Suisui, annoyed, drew circles on the paper, unable to figure out which action caused the game to be over.

She decided to keep the appointment tomorrow to ask the so-called Player 001.

Perhaps... aside from her and Ye Xi, there were many players still in the game, not yet as progressed as her.

Was the world they lived in the game the same as their own?

Would they also encounter Ruka, Zong Fang, and Anubis?

Would they experience the same storyline as her?

Were there other players who, like her, were forced to log out?

Dominated by these questions, Qiao Suisui realized that she had already missed the time she had agreed to meet with Guan Weizhi. She hurriedly ran towards the school’s staircase classroom.

By the time she arrived, Guan Weizhi was leaning on the desk in the first row of the classroom, head down, reading a book. The man was dressed in a white shirt paired with grey straight-leg trousers, clothing without any logo, but just by looking at the cut, the fabric, and how well it fit his figure, one could tell it was not cheap. His slender legs were crossed, and sunlight poured through the classroom windows onto him, enveloping his entire figure in a halo, cool and scholarly, his handsome features combined with a chilly temperament, making people hesitant to approach him.

"Teacher Guan, I’m sorry, I’m late."

Guan Weizhi did not lift his head, his gaze never left the book as he spoke indifferently, "You seem to be busier than me."

Qiao Suisui showed a trace of embarrassment, then took out an assignment from her bag and handed it to him with both hands.

"Teacher Guan, this is my assignment."

Guan Weizhi’s gaze shifted from the book in his hands to her pale fingertips, then to the neatly stapled A4 papers.

He did not reach to take the papers closer to himself but instead took them from her fingertips carelessly, flipping through them nonchalantly.

Qiao Suisui waited with nervous fingers for the judgment.

"Not bad."

Upon hearing Guan Weizhi’s assessment, she was stunned for a moment.

The assignment was something she had rushed out last night; some professional knowledge had been forgotten due to the passage of time. She had no time to review and just typed away because today was the last deadline, and she had not even managed to have a complete look through her work after finishing it. She did not expect not only for Guan Weizhi to refrain from reprimanding her but also to praise her. Qiao Suisui felt a bit guilty and stood there chuckling dryly, not knowing what to say next.

The classroom fell silent.

After a while, Guan Weizhi’s voice suddenly broke the silence, "It’s lunchtime."

Qiao Suisui nodded.

Guan Weizhi glanced at her, not hearing a follow-up from her, lowered his eyes, paused for two seconds, then said, "Come with me."

"Where to?"

"To pay back the meal you owe."

Not until Qiao Suisui was sitting in the passenger seat of Guan Weizhi’s car did she still feel a sense of unreality. In fact, Guan Weizhi had only joined the school this semester. There were rumors that he had been parachuted in, but he had never responded directly. She was studying drama and literature, a major where relationships between teachers and students tend to be much closer than in other majors. Coupled with many professors who come from an artistic background, they were not as rigid and academic as those in other departments, at most a bit stubborn in their scholarly pursuits, but most were casual and free, often blending in with the students.

Therefore, it wasn’t unusual for teachers and students to dine and drink together on special occasions.

It was just that Qiao Suisui had never gone out to eat alone with any teacher before; previously, she had always tagged along with her seniors at meals hosted by professors from her department.

"Seatbelt."

"Huh? Oh." She came to her senses, reached for the seatbelt, but couldn’t get it to fasten.

As she was adjusting it, a slender hand reached over to help her with the seatbelt.

His breath drew near, bringing with it a distinctive fragrance, which she remembered was one of the perfumes from Penhaligon’s.

This scent, called Tragedy of Lord George, was explained to her by Lin Xixi during a shopping trip. The top note was brandy, with a woody aroma, conveying a sense of nobility. The bottle featured a golden deer head; at that time, she glanced at the price and quickly put it back.

Qiao Suisui was a bit distracted, thinking that the whiff she just inhaled cost 500 dollars, and failed to notice Guan Weizhi’s gaze discreetly sweeping over her slender, pale neck and delicate collarbone.

The man fastened her seatbelt, without lingering, turned back, his hand resting on the steering wheel, subtly adjusting his breathing.

The car was extraordinarily silent.

Qiao Suisui sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking straight ahead when suddenly Guan Weizhi’s cool voice came through.

"What do you like to eat?"