Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)-Chapter 296
It was late at night, and the temperature had dropped by nearly ten degrees from the day.
During the day, it had still been just above ten degrees, but by nighttime, it had plummeted to only four or five.
Ning Chu's hands were practically frozen stiff. But if she wore gloves, she couldn’t use her phone properly—let alone type out her novel.
Even at home, she was bundled up tightly. The coat and scarf she wore to class during the day were still wrapped snugly around her.
Her hands felt like ice cubes, stiff and clumsy as she tried to type on her keyboard.
She couldn’t help but complain, “It’s
so
cold~”
“Back home, the coldest it gets is still like three or five degrees… My hands would be totally numb too,” she muttered.
Meanwhile, Wen Yang wore only a thin sweater and slacks and didn’t seem to feel the cold at all.
He was currently chatting with Zhang Shaoqing in the dorm group chat, discussing how to chase the cat girl teacher. But upon hearing his little succubus complain, he looked up and gently suggested, “Why don’t you buy those fingerless gloves? They shouldn’t affect your typing much.”
“That’s basically the same as not wearing any! My fingers still get cold!”
“And my feet are freezing too~”
Wen Yang immediately abandoned Zhang Shaoqing, put down his phone, and got up. “I’ll go get some hot water for your feet.”
“Okay~”
Tomorrow was the weekend. Even though it was already past midnight, Ning Chu wasn’t sleepy at all.
She wanted to use this time to write a buffer of chapters, so it wouldn’t interfere with her studying for finals.
The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. Ning Chu clutched her hands together, breathed warm air into her palms, rubbed them for heat, and mumbled to herself, “I wonder if Shaoqing’s storyline will end up affecting me…”
“I already got hit with the punishment for
preventing
his blackening, didn’t I?”
Even if she was getting used to it, she still didn’t like the feeling of losing control during those heat phases.
It made her constantly worry she might not be able to hold herself back from tempting Wen Yang to do ‘that’.
And if she
didn’t
have the stamina to follow through… things would be
really
bad…
Ning Chu leaned back in her chair, gently swinging her legs as she browsed through the messages Zhang Shaoqing had just sent her.
“You’re a girl, right? Get close to Qian Qian for me! Be my wingman!”
“If you pull this off, I’ll give you a
huge
red packet!”
She frowned in confusion. “She’s not
that
pretty to be worth defying age and status over, right? Why’s he so obsessed?”
Maybe this was what they called love at first sight when someone’s appearance lined up perfectly with your personal kink?
Like… a dream girl?
She replied:
“Would your mom even approve of this? She’s so much older than you—and she’s your teacher.”
“I already checked—she’s just an intern. I’ll lock it down
before
her official status kicks in!”
“As for my mom? Easy—I’ll just run away!”
Ning Chu almost laughed out loud at how childish his logic was.
This guy hadn’t even managed to live independently yet, and his head was full of ridiculous fantasies. Who was it again that went crawling back to apologize last time his allowance got cut off?
“What’s so funny?” Wen Yang asked as he placed the water basin beside her.
“Shaoqing’s so immature~”
Wen Yang glanced at the messages over her shoulder, paused for a moment, then rephrased it. “He’s just an idealist. It’s not a bad thing.”
“Wash my feet for me~” Ning Chu grinned, lifting her foot and teasingly moving it toward Wen Yang’s face. “Smell it! Does it stink?”
“Why don’t
you
smell it yourself?”
“I’m scared it
does
stink!”
Wen Yang leaned away dramatically, making a face. “Ugh, reeks! Go wash them already.”
“Seriously?” she asked, pulling her foot back and quickly sniffing it herself. “It doesn’t smell at all.”
“Take your socks off.”
“You’re
really
going to wash my feet?” She rolled her eyes and pulled off her socks, tossing them casually onto the cabinet nearby. “I’m not gonna let you cop a feel, though.”
Her delicate, snow-white feet cautiously dipped into the water. The moment her toes touched the surface, she shivered and instinctively pulled her legs back.
“Too hot,” she muttered.
“Really? I tested the water temperature—it should be just right,” Wen Yang replied.
“You’ll get used to it in a bit,” he added.
Ning Chu pursed her lips. Nervously, she bent down to test the water with her hand. It felt just right to the touch, but her feet clearly disagreed.
“Hss—too hot!” she hissed again.
It had to be said: her little succubus feet were honestly gorgeous—delicate and pretty enough to qualify as foot model material.
Although Wen Yang didn’t exactly have a strong foot fetish, he still found it hard to keep his eyes from drifting toward her feet.
So pale and soft, so adorably petite…
He leaned against the desk nearby, quietly watching Ning Chu test the water again and again. After a few minutes of timid attempts, she finally submerged both feet completely.
“Ning Chu, where do you want to buy a house in the future?” Wen Yang asked.
“A house... I guess it depends on where I work,” Ning Chu replied, resting her chin on her hands thoughtfully.
“I kinda like big cities, but the long commute is a pain.”
“If I could just keep making money writing novels, that’d be perfect. I’d move to some small county, get a chill job for the day, and write at night.”
“But then again, if it’s a small city, you might have trouble finding work.”
She looked up, grinning with a hint of whimsy. “Who knows, maybe in a few years my long-lost dad will suddenly reappear—bringing a fortune with him! And then he’ll just keel over the moment he gets back, and I’ll inherit everything. Instant billionaire~”
“Touching father-daughter love.” Wen Yang deadpanned.
“He’s never raised me. If he really did show up now, I probably couldn’t even call him ‘Dad,’” she muttered, eyes lowered. “Actually, it’d be better if he didn’t come back…”
Deep down, she had once wished for a father. But that was back when she was a kid.
Now, as an adult, she didn’t want someone barging into her life to disrupt what she and her mom had.
The way things were now… was good.
Wen Yang reached out and ruffled her hair. “Enough overthinking. Soak your feet, then go to sleep.”
“Mhm.”
The water had started to cool. Ning Chu took the towel Wen Yang handed her and dried off.
After soaking, her feet were noticeably warmer—no longer cold and stiff.
Stretching with a yawn, she saved and closed her writing document and climbed into bed with her phone.
In the dorm group chat, there were a few new uploaded files—guides titled things like
“How to Approach a Girl”
,
“101 Tips to Make Her Fall for You”
, and so on.
Zhang Shaoqing must’ve dug them up from some corner of the internet.
He was serious about this, huh?
Since they met, the only thing Zhang Shaoqing had ever taken to heart was losing his childhood sweetheart to another guy. Now, it seemed he had a new mission:
Chasing his teacher...
As long as he didn’t go down any shady paths, Ning Chu was fine with letting him do whatever he wanted.
“I’m turning off the lights, okay?”
“Okay.”
After switching off the light, Wen Yang laid down beside Ning Chu.
The room was pitch-black—you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face—but she could clearly feel the warm presence of the body beside her.
Lying flat on her back, she reached out, tugging Wen Yang’s arm under her head like a pillow.
“You don’t even
offer
to be my pillow anymore,” she pouted.
“My arm gets sore…”
“You don’t love me anymore~”
“Uh…” Wen Yang didn’t know what to say.
Ning Chu giggled and turned over to hug him by the waist, raising one leg to drape over his, like she was snuggling a giant body pillow.
“Good night~”
Being cuddled so snugly, Wen Yang couldn’t help but react—but just moments later, Ning Chu’s breathing had already deepened, becoming slow and even.
He stayed silent for a while, then lowered his head. Brushing aside her bangs, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Good night.”
.
!
Chapter 296
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