Chapter 272: Chapter 0272: The Temptation from Lin Youlan_1
With a bashful expression, Lin Youlan entered Zhang Bin’s room and quickly closed the door behind her, locking it.
She was clearly worried about being seen, and even more worried that Yang Yiyi might barge in and ruin her plans.
Tonight, Lin Youlan was dressed in an exceptionally beautiful and alluring manner. She wore a white silk blouse and a black micro-skirt, her snow-white legs bare and fully exposed. They were slender, delicate, and fair, gleaming with a tempting luster under the light. They could definitely rival the pair of legs belonging to Tian Bingbing that Zhang Bin was so obsessed with.
Her dark hair was long, spilling down to her waist like a dark, cascading cloud. Her smile bloomed like a flower, reserved only for Zhang Bin. Her large eyes were like lakes, brimming with the charm of spring, countless ripples dancing within them, reflecting the image of a single man—and that man was, of course, Zhang Bin.
Paired with a waist that one could just encircle with a hand and those incredibly seductive long legs, a bewitching aura emanated from her. This aura, mixed with the rich scent of literature, added another layer to her charm. Was this a woman at all? She was clearly a fairy from the Monster Realm, dangerously beautiful and seductive.
My God, this woman is here to tempt me. Should I succumb, succumb, or succumb? Zhang Bin deeply inhaled her intoxicating fragrance, his face a mask of enthrallment. His heart began to pound, the beast blood within him already boiling.
"Miss Lin, what can I do for you?" Zhang Bin’s fervent gaze swept over the fairy-like, yet maiden-like beauty before him, admiring her endlessly.
"Chen Junheng, I’d like to have a ’Hand Conversation’ with you." A blush bloomed on Lin Youlan’s pretty face, clearly a bit overwhelmed by Zhang Bin’s scorching gaze.
"Hand Conversation? What’s that?" Zhang Bin asked, taken aback.
He genuinely didn’t know what she meant. Does it mean plucking cotton by hand, or perhaps... playing with myself?
"Chen Junheng, stop joking. How could you not know what a Hand Conversation is?" Lin Youlan giggled behind her hand. "Just tell me, are you willing or not?"
Whether it’s playing with myself, plucking cotton, or something else entirely, this place isn’t appropriate. Yang Yiyi next door could easily hear us, and I don’t want to leave a bad impression on her. Zhang Bin muttered to himself before lowering his voice. "Shall we go to your room?"
"Mmhmm." Lin Youlan’s face turned even redder, her voice becoming exceptionally gentle.
Like a pair of thieves, they tiptoed out, making sure to also close the door behind them. It couldn’t be opened without a key, giving the impression that Zhang Bin was still sleeping inside.
They left the corridor, skirted around a rockery, and entered the garden. The lighting here wasn’t very bright, creating a dim, intimate atmosphere. Lin Youlan naturally clung to Zhang Bin’s arm.
Zhang Bin was instantly overwhelmed. On a night like this, with a man and a woman walking together in a garden, the woman had taken the initiative to hold his arm so tightly. As a man, he had to do *something*.
Should I hug her tightly? Kiss her passionately right now? Or maybe get down to business right here by the rockery?
Before he could sort out his thoughts, he realized they had already walked through the garden and arrived in a brightly lit area. The opportunity had slipped away.
He was suddenly frustrated. How could a place as wealthy as Lanting Villa have such a tiny garden? We crossed it in a flash. It should have been big enough for a two-hour stroll, giving a man some time to think.
In front of them stood a beautiful, elegant pavilion nestled within the garden. It was only then, under the bright lights, that Zhang Bin realized he had misjudged Master Lin. They hadn’t left the garden at all; they were still within its borders. It just happened to have buildings within it, and this one was apparently the fragrant boudoir of the beautiful Lin Youlan.
Waiting until we’re in the room will be even better. And I’ll have plenty of time to consider whether to go for braised or steamed, Zhang Bin thought wickedly as he followed Lin Youlan upstairs and into a special room.
The room was bright and airy. There was no bed, only a sofa and a small square table.
No bed? Doing it on the sofa? Hehe, I like it, Zhang Bin thought to himself, full of anticipation. However, he was now a man of status, a true Grandmaster of painting, calligraphy, and the guqin. Naturally, he couldn’t be too proactive; the beauty had to make the first move. That was the proper demeanor for a Grandmaster.
After the walk, Lin Youlan was slightly out of breath. Her breathing grew rapid, causing the peaks on her chest to rise and fall in an endless rhythm, a soul-stirring sight. If it were any other man in this situation, how could he possibly maintain his composure? He would have already pinned her down on the sofa.
Lin Youlan invited Zhang Bin to take a seat, but instead of sitting in his arms as he had hoped, she sat on the sofa opposite him. She took a set of Go pieces from the table’s drawer, placed the board on its surface, and began to set up the game. She clearly intended to play Go with Zhang Bin.
What? After all my fantasies, you just want to play Go with me? What about the ’Hand Conversation’ we were supposed to have? The ’plucking cotton’ or ’playing with myself’? Zhang Bin grumbled internally, completely dejected.
Master, you are truly ignorant. A ’Hand Conversation’ *is* the game of Go, Tutu couldn’t bear it anymore and reminded him in his mind.
What? Playing Go is a ’Hand Conversation’?
Zhang Bin was astonished, feeling as if ten thousand wild horses were stampeding through his mind. If he had known it was just about playing Go, why would he have agreed? Sleeping and learning in the Virtual World would have been a better use of his time.
Alright, he had to admit that playing Go with a beautiful woman was still much better than sleeping alone. The key issue was, he didn’t understand Go at all.
He was just a small farmer. In Sanchahe Village, only Chinese Chess was popular; no one played Go. During his recent studies in the Virtual World, he had focused only on painting, calligraphy, and the guqin, as well as researching extraterrestrial materials and his own cultivation. He hadn’t had time to learn Go. The main reason was that becoming a Go master couldn’t make you rich, and it didn’t seem to help with picking up girls, either. In this day and age, what woman was obsessed with Go? They were all obsessed with Durex.
So, he truly didn’t know the rules and had never played a single game.
How was he supposed to play Go with a beauty when he didn’t even know the rules? Where’s the fun in that? Was he supposed to let this beauty laugh at him?
"Chen Junheng, I’m sure you must also be a Go master. My skills are limited, so please be gentle with me. I’ll take black," Lin Youlan said coquettishly. She gracefully picked up a black piece and placed it on the board.
Her fingers were exceptionally long and slender, and her long nails were coated with a pale red polish. Poised gracefully, her hand was extraordinarily captivating.
Her gesture immediately caught Zhang Bin’s full attention. He reached out on instinct and seized her delicate, jade-like hand...