8: Chapter 8 Yang Mi is shocked: Could it be that I've fallen in love with him too?

After walking for a full hour, Lin Chen finally dragged himself to the eighth floor of the hotel.

He took out his room card and swiped open the door to 8807. Just as he pushed it open a crack, a blast of cool air rushed out to meet him.

Inside, on the large bed, two stunning beauties were lying side-by-side.

Yang Mi had changed into a purple, transparent silk nightgown. She was wearing nothing underneath, and her two fair, beautiful legs were intertwined without any defense.

Dilraba was wearing a pair of super-short hot pants, and on her upper body was a tight white cartoon T-shirt, her full, ample chest stretching the fabric so much it looked like it was about to burst.

Hearing the door open, both women turned their heads in unison.

Seeing Lin Chen walk in, drenched in sweat and dragging several large cardboard boxes, Dilraba quickly jumped off the bed barefoot and ran over to help take the items.

As Dilraba bent over to move the boxes, her neckline opened wide.

She placed the boxes on the table and complained in a spoiled, naive tone: "Why did you go buy so many kitchen utensils on such a hot day?"

Lin Chen was too tired to speak and slumped onto the sofa, gasping for breath.

Yang Mi walked barefoot on the carpet, strolling gracefully to his side.

As she moved, the two snowy peaks on her chest swayed violently.

She looked down at Lin Chen and covered her mouth with a coy laugh: "Does carrying a few pots tire you out this much? Your stamina is really too poor. A man can't be lacking in endurance, you know."

Lin Chen rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue.

He pointed to the boxes on the table and said: "I'll be accompanying you at the Film Crew for a while, so I'll handle breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

The eyes of the two beauties instantly lit up.

Dilraba said in pleasant surprise: "Really? Lin Chen, you are absolutely the best man in the whole world right now!"

Yang Mi deliberately demurred: "The Film Crew provides boxed lunches every day, there's no need for you to go through all this trouble."

"Can the stuff outside compare to my cooking?"

Lin Chen was brimming with absolute confidence in his master-level skills, "I'm going to take a shower. If you're hungry, help me unpack and wash the pots and bowls first."

Lin Chen grabbed his clothes and ducked into the bathroom.

Yang Mi and Dilraba simply moved all the boxes back to room 8806 across the hall.

The two great beauties stood in front of the sink, unpacking and cleaning the items one by one.

Water splashed everywhere, and a small patch of Dilraba's white cartoon T-shirt was quickly dampened by the water.

The thin fabric clung tightly to her skin, instantly revealing the sexy outline of the pink lace bra underneath.

As she washed, Dilraba stopped, letting out a long sigh.

"Why are you sighing?" Yang Mi turned her head.

Dilraba turned around, chest puffed out, her little face unusually serious: "I've discovered that Lin Chen is definitely a veteran in the romance game."

"Huh?"

Yang Mi was confused, "What do you mean?"

"A master of picking up girls!"

"Did he take advantage of you in private?" Yang Mi pressed.

Dilraba shook her head: "If he were just touching and groping, he'd at most be a hooligan. I call him a master because his influence is silent and subtle. I haven't done anything, yet I feel like I'm about to fall for him."

Yang Mi sounded as if she had heard a ghost story: "Big sister, did you take the wrong medicine? Two meals are enough to bribe you? Where's your dignity!"

Dilraba looked distressed: "I can't control myself. I always feel like I've been captured by him without even realizing it."

"So... you have fallen for him?"

Dilraba bit her red lip: "I'm not sure, probably."

Yang Mi frowned slightly: "What do you mean 'probably'? Like is like. How can something like this be ambiguous?"

Dilraba slumped against the edge of the sink, twisting her waist into a seductive pose: "I admit he cooks well, and he's not a bad person. But logically speaking, that shouldn't be enough to make me fall for him. Help me analyze it—is he really using some kind of black magic or has he fed me a love potion?"

"Fed you a love potion, my foot!"

Yang Mi glared at her fiercely, "If you don't have feelings for him, why are you spouting nonsense about falling and being captured?"

Dilraba argued: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, ever heard of that?"

Yang Mi didn't react immediately, so she could only nod.

Dilraba continued: "I'm just inferring from that saying. I don't know why, but looking at him just now, I suddenly felt he was even more handsome than this morning! Isn't that exactly what 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder' means? It means I've subconsciously fallen for him!"

Yang Mi's red lips parted slightly, and she stood there, stunned.

After a long while, she stammered: "I... I thought it was just my imagination, you think he's become more handsome too?"

Now it was Dilraba's turn to be dumbfounded.

She widened her eyes: "Could it be that you've fallen for him too? Oh my god! This isn't black magic; this man must be a god descended to earth! A divine trick!"

Yang Mi was speechless: "Stop being so dramatic! That's not it at all."

"Then how do you explain him becoming more handsome?"

"Maybe... maybe we didn't look at him properly before, and looking twice today just made him seem more pleasing to the eye."

Dilraba waved her fair, delicate fingers: "That excuse doesn't work anymore. I stared at his face carefully this morning. I swear on my honor, he has definitely become more handsome, and he's not even wearing makeup!"

Yang Mi was momentarily at a loss for words, struggling for a long time before retorting: "Don't talk nonsense! How can it be that mysterious? It's fine if you're acting like a lovesick girl, but don't drag me into it; he's not a shapeshifter."

"Then how do you explain..."

"No explanation needed!"

Yang Mi interrupted decisively, "There are plenty of things in the world that can't be explained. You look better when you're well-rested, and you look ugly when you have dark circles from staying up late. People's looks fluctuate every day; it's perfectly normal!"

Dilraba didn't believe it at all and was just about to argue further when the door rang.

She walked over to open the door, and Lin Chen was standing outside, having just finished his shower.

Lin Chen was wearing only a pair of loose athletic shorts, his upper body bare.

His toned chest muscles and eight-pack abs were fully exposed to the air.

Water droplets from his hair slid down his sturdy chest, flowing all the way into the edge of his shorts, radiating intense masculine tension.

The two great beauties stared instantly, subconsciously swallowing their saliva.

"Washed so fast?" Dilraba blushed, trying to cover her embarrassment.

"Too fast for you?"

Lin Chen walked into the room and glanced at the pots and bowls piled in the sink, "You two are washing too slowly. Move aside, I'll do it."

He walked to the sink and turned on the faucet.

Dilraba immediately crowded up, her body almost pressing against Lin Chen's smooth back.

She tilted her little head, staring at Lin Chen's profile.

Lin Chen glanced at her: "What are you looking at?"

Dilraba whispered: "Do you think... you've become more handsome again?"

"Is that so? You think so too?"

Dilraba was stunned, then immediately asked curiously: "Besides me, who else noticed?"

Lin Chen washed the pot while talking nonsense: "When I was coming upstairs just now, the girl at the front desk couldn't take her eyes off me. I was wondering, I have no grudges against her, why was she staring at me? There is only one truth: she was captivated by my good looks."

Yang Mi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, lifting her two soft mounds in a very eye-catching way.

She laughed: "Keep bragging. She was probably just looking at you drenched in sweat and thinking you looked like an idiot."

Dilraba finally realized she was being teased and hit Lin Chen's arm with a fist: "Stop spouting nonsense, you narcissist!"