The more Jiangg Yao said, the wider Chen Yuan’s eyes grew. He was already sweating bullets, and every word she uttered made it worse.
"You even know about that!"
"Don’t underestimate a woman’s intuition. So, what about now?" Jiangg Yao shifted, her pretty face an icy mask. Without the slightest hesitation, she sat down on his lap, face-to-face, and pressed, "Do you still like her?"
"No way. I was just a kid back then; I didn’t know any better. I can’t even remember her name now. Besides, I’m not into the older-sister type anymore."
"I don’t believe you. Then tell me, what’s your type now?"
At her question, Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment. He turned his head away and mumbled, "Your type..."
"What...? Louder, I can’t hear you."
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and deliberately leaned closer, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"Whatever type you are, that’s the type I like."
Tired of always letting Jiangg Yao get the upper hand, Chen Yuan grew a little annoyed. He decided to be bold, meeting her gaze as he enunciated every single word.
Sincerity truly was the ultimate weapon.
Jiangg Yao’s composure broke almost instantly. A wave of sweetness washed over her, and she had to suppress the urge to laugh out loud with delight. Pouting, she said, "Don’t think sweet-talking me is enough. I’m a handful. Now that I know you’ve had a secret crush before, you can expect me to get jealous."
"Then what will it take for you to believe me...?"
"Here."
Jiangg Yao extended her hand, holding it out in front of him. She didn’t speak, her eyes sparkling.
Their position was certainly an intimate one. She was sitting on his lap, face-to-face, and the proximity was incredibly suggestive.
Chen Yuan tore his gaze away from the strained button on her blouse and placed his hand in hers.
Jiangg Yao shook her head. "That’s not what I want."
He then rested his chin on her hand. "Like this?"
Seeing Chen Yuan’s innocent, harmless expression, Jiangg Yao froze. Her body tensed unconsciously and her expression solidified. For an instant, she had the overwhelming urge to devour him whole, leaving not even a crumb behind.
She lowered her head slightly, took a deep breath, and grabbed Chen Yuan by the collar, using every ounce of her willpower to rein in her impulses.
"D-don’t you dare act cute!"
"Then what is it you want?"
"Your phone."
’Here it comes, the legendary phone check!’
Chen Yuan had never experienced this before. He didn’t feel like his privacy was being invaded; on the contrary, he was delighted.
’That look on Jiangg Yao’s face... she’s definitely jealous, right?’
Besides, he had nothing to hide. She could go through his phone all she wanted; he didn’t care.
Chen Yuan took his phone out of his pocket and placed it in her hand.
To his surprise, Jiangg Yao didn’t check his usual messaging apps, nor did she look at his texts or call log. She just opened his short video app.
"Big data doesn’t lie. The algorithm recommends whatever you like to watch. I’m going to see just what kind of beautiful women you’ve been watching. If they’re all that sweet, older-sister type... you’re dead!" Jiangg Yao’s eyes narrowed as she threatened him menacingly.
This method of checking his phone was not what Chen Yuan had expected, and for a moment, he wasn’t so sure of himself.
For any young guy, it was impossible *not* to come across beautiful women while scrolling through short videos.
’As for what kind, he’d forgotten... He only remembered liking a few videos of girls with nice legs in over-the-knee socks.’
"Eason Chan’s Hong Kong Coliseum Concert in 4K—A Deeply Moving Love Song."
The first video Jiangg Yao swiped to on Chen Yuan’s phone was perfectly normal.
She raised an eyebrow and glanced up at Chen Yuan.
"Trying on Cloud Shoes."
The next video, however, was a little strange. It was from a female influencer who specialized in trying on shoes. The video only showed her slender, fair legs as she tapped on a shoebox beside her.
Her feet were especially rosy, probably due to a filter, and her toenails were painted with bright polish.
Her speaking voice sounded quite gentle and pleasant.
Chen Yuan silently lowered his head to take a look, pretending to be calm.
Jiangg Yao, however, shot him a very strange look. Her wide, blinking eyes seemed to ask, ’You actually have a fetish like this?’
In the video, the girl walked back and forth across a hardwood floor in the shoes.
Jiangg Yao watched for a moment before asking nonchalantly, "You have a thing for feet?"
"Huh? Can you just ask that out loud?" Chen Yuan became visibly flustered, waving his hands so frantically they were almost a blur. "I just thought it was a well-shot video, that’s all! It’s not what you think."
"Ha~ Don’t be so nervous. I was just kidding."
She smiled slightly, and Chen Yuan could only manage an awkward laugh in response.
’Without a doubt, this round had been a simple probe, and he had failed spectacularly.’
’My fist... is clenched!’
Jiangg Yao swiped to the next video.
’It was a little weird, but she could understand. It’s normal for guys to have some strange hobbies.’
She kept scrolling.
As it turned out, there were no other videos worth noting—just cute pets, gaming clips, and comedy skits.
After scrolling through so many, not a single one was a straightforward "pretty girl" video, much less one that revealed his preferred type.
Jiangg Yao relaxed, a wide smile spreading across her face. "Alright, you’ve been a good boy. You pass!"
She handed the phone back to Chen Yuan, feeling a bit more at ease.
But then, to Jiangg Yao’s surprise, Chen Yuan imitated her, holding out his hand.
"Alright then, Jiangg... Now it’s your turn."
"What do you mean...? You want to see mine?"
"What else?"
Jiangg Yao’s expression froze. She looked stunned, her hand unconsciously reaching for her phone, wedged in the gap beside the sofa cushion. It was obvious she was getting nervous.
"There’s nothing to see on my phone! If you want to ask something... I’ll tell you, I promise! I won’t hide anything!"
"Double standards, huh?" Chen Yuan rested his chin in his hand and nodded gravely, clicking his tongue. "Well, if you don’t want me to look, I won’t. It’s not like I’m dying to see. It’s just... relationships are built on honesty, Jiangg. Once a seed of doubt is planted in someone’s mind..."