The sudden change in attitude from the opposite side left Wen Nan a bit stunned. By the time he reacted, Yu Shujun had lifted a leg, placed it on the windowsill, and started unbuckling his belt. The corners of the other person’s lips were tightly pressed with no expression, and there was no hesitation in the movements that made Wen Nan momentarily suspect the other person had suddenly had a change of heart, opened up in this regard, but... The blush from the roots of his ears extending to his chest exposed his inner thoughts. Wen Nan’s lips curved slightly. Was this person trying to bluff him? Near pitch makes pitch-black, learning all the bad and none of the good? Wen Nan had always been the one to bluff others; when had anyone ever bluffed him? If it were that easy to get bluffed, how could he live up to that cheesy wordplay hidden in his name, "Winner"? Thinking of this, Wen Nan initially wanted to stop the other’s arm, but retracted it in front of him, leaned back against the window frame, slightly lifted his chin, and wore an expression that said, "Go on." Seeing this, Yu Shujun paused slightly with his actions, seemingly having expected Wen Nan to be forced to hurry up and prevent him, thus conveniently diverting away from the sensitive topic of "where exactly the golden halo should be worn." But, why was the other side not playing by the usual rules? If the other side did not stop him, was Yu Shujun really going to undress in front of him? That area...so special, even Yu Shujun had only touched but never seen it himself; how could he truly reveal it to this man? No matter how deep their interactions had been, Yu Shujun would never do anything so indecent. The moment the other person withdrew his hand, Yu Shujun wanted to give up, but the buckle of his belt was already undone, leaving him in a tough spot, body stiff as he looked at the man sitting on the windowsill, slightly stunned. In terms of playing tricks, Yu Shujun was no match for Wen Nan. However, Yu Shujun knew Wen Nan too well, starting from the trial instance; thereafter, with so many women, Wen Nan did so many things he loved to do, each time Yu Shujun hid in the shadows, observing every subtle expression of the other party, noting them in his heart. Just like how Wen Nan could easily discern the subtle differences in the hidden meanings between Yu Shujun’s cold expressions, Yu Shujun could even deduce Wen Nan’s hidden hardness from the varying curves of Wen Nan’s lips. And now the curve of Wen Nan’s lips told Yu Shujun that the other person wasn’t as at ease as he appeared. At this thought, Yu Shujun withdrew the leg on the windowsill, his hand returned to his waist, and with a "snap," the delicate lady’s belt buckle was completely undone. With a "swoosh," the belt was pulled from around the waist. As an assistant, Yu Shujun wore loose, wide-leg suit pants this time. The draped fabric, upon removing the belt and unfastening the hidden clasp, completely fell to the ground, piling at Yu Shujun’s feet. The abstinent image of the suit and leather shoes disintegrated instantly. Delicate ankles emerged from the piled-up clothing on the ground, stepped back half a step, toes gently hooked up the fallen suit pants, and tossed it aside. Yu Shujun now wore only a white shirt, revealing a pair of straight, long, smooth legs, barefoot, steadily looking at the man opposite. Wen Nan’s lip curve stiffened, eyes expressing: Are you serious? Yu Shujun looked at him, responding with eyes: Are you scared? There had been many deep interactions between them, but all were in the space created by the Divine Staff Sheath, either in a half-awake dreamlike state or in a cramped, dim storage room, none under normal circumstances. Like now, right in a spacious and brightly lit living room, with a transparent "veil" removed, doing such things had never happened before. Wen Nan’s gaze unconsciously moved from the other’s face, slowly downward. To match the wide-leg pants, Yu Shujun wore a fitted white shirt. The waist part of the shirt had been cinched by the belt for so long, leaving obvious wrinkled marks, making the hem shorter, covering only the upper half of the hips, exposing the peach-shaped fullness wrapped in skin-colored underwear below. Like the other’s lean, well-shaped waist, Yu Shujun’s legs weren’t the kind of thin, breakable type as if they’d snap with a force, common for many small-framed girls. Right now, presented in front of Wen Nan are legs clearly bearing training marks, vertical lines on the thighs distinctly outlining the muscle shape, full and powerful. But they are not the bulging muscles seen in gyms, more like those of a diver, every line of muscle appears only to enhance strength, agility, and explosiveness, smooth and aesthetic. Wen Nan’s gaze followed those lines up to the pert "W," fingers unconsciously tensed, like quenching thirst by thinking of plums, reflexively in the mind sketching the feel and shape previously held. Hmm? This doesn’t feel right... This touch, this shape... doesn’t seem like the figure of the character avatar? "You," Wen Nan abruptly lifted his gaze to the other’s face, "what avatar are you using now?" Although the system showed that Yu Shujun was now a hidden strategy character, the array of character cards, identity cards, disguise tools, and advanced skins a Gold-ranked player had was simply too many. Wen Nan couldn’t say what skin Yu Shujun was using now, but Wen Nan’s own muscle memory couldn’t be wrong.