Her fair, rosy skin and the narrow, shadowy cleavage deepened with every subtle movement—mesmerizing, intimate. The valley pressed close to the screen… then vanished in a flash.
"Ah! No! How did I turn on the video?!"
May’s flustered voice crackled from the other side of the screen.
As everyone knows, couples love cozy late-night calls. So May had shyly proposed practicing early. Chen Yaoyi cleared his schedule for eight that evening.
Every time May let herself imagine Chen Yaoyi as her real boyfriend, he’d deliver a blunt reality check—yanking her back to the bitter truth: Zhao Xiaoluo was the one meant for her. He’d stop at nothing to see his mission through.
"O-okay! All set! You didn’t peek, right?"
Her flustered tone pulled Chen Yaoyi’s drifting thoughts back. He blinked. There she was—May, back on screen, hastily wrapped in a light sports jacket.
Just moments ago, she’d worn only a pale yellow bra. Her soft, plump curves had pressed flush against the lens, nearly swallowing half the screen. Panicked, she’d clutched the phone to her chest, snatched the jacket, and fumbled it on. *That* was Chen Yaoyi’s firsthand account of the unexpectedly tender impact.
Even through pixels, her blossoming figure was undeniable. Yet her conflicted vibe screamed through: *I wanted to tempt him… but got too shy. Never mind.* Of course she’d chosen the bra on purpose—to make his heart skip. She just hadn’t expected his unwavering, laser-focused stare.
Flustered, she covered up.
Now, phone propped on her pillow, May lay face-down on the bed, arms propping up her torso. The jacket’s zipper hung loose. A hint of skin. A deep, shadowed valley. Still dominating the lower half of the screen.
"You’re done staring, right? And if you’re shy, don’t show it! Makes it sound like… *those* weird chats—"
"N-no! I’m not like that! You’re awful!"
Her cheeks burned. Her eyes flashed with flustered protest.
Chen Yaoyi had used this exact tactic before—seduce another man’s girlfriend. He’d even tamed a haughty student council president with the classic line: *"You wouldn’t want your boyfriend seeing this video… would you?"*
No wonder May’s bold move triggered old memories.
"Mm. Not joking. But since you’re so shy… maybe don’t do this with Zhao Xiaoluo next time—"
"Only with you! I’d only act like this with… ah! I mean—with someone I *like*! Really!"
Flustered, she cut him off. Seeing his blank confusion at her first words, she scrambled to backtrack. She ached for him to realize *he* was the one—but his constant rejection left her tangled. Days together had sharpened the restless heat in her chest: joy at being near him, dread he’d vanish. In the end, "fake boyfriend" felt like the most selfish, useless fix. *Am I a bad person?* she’d wondered.
"Also… showing your body to someone you like… shouldn’t be indecent, right…?"
Her cheeks tinged pink as she whispered it. Chen Yaoyi gave a slow, sincere nod.
*Yeah. Her assets were seriously impressive.*
"Anyway… what do people even talk about on video calls?"
He’d never had cozy chats with someone he genuinely liked. Honestly—calling another guy’s girlfriend? Suicide. He’d always preferred slipping in *after* they parted. A seasoned pro left no traces.
"Ah…"
May flinched. Her gaze shot toward the door.
A warm, teasing voice floated in: "Oho~ Chatting with that Zhao boy again? Don’t forget your shower later! Won’t disturb you lovebirds~ Heeheehee!"
May’s mom—unaware it wasn’t Zhao Xiaoluo. Chen Yaoyi saw nothing but the doorframe.
"Mom, please go out!"
May shooed her away with frantic waves. The door clicked shut.
A shadow dimmed her smile. *Hearing "Zhao Xiaoluo" again… hurt.*
"Ah… when I cooked earlier, Mom thought it was for Xiaoluo… super awkward… ahaha…"
She scratched her cheek, offering a strained, wry smile.
After a long silence, she spoke softly, voice trembling just slightly: "How about… we go out in a few days? I think… I’m finally ready to take this step."
Her smile wavered. Unconvincing. Hopeful.
"Sure," Chen Yaoyi said gently. "Some things *are* better said face to face."
