It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 91

Recently, a kind of short video has gone viral.

It’s always filmed by a couple, though only one person appears on screen.

The girlfriend holds her phone from afar, recording her boyfriend at work. Step by step, she walks closer, then tosses her pajamas onto him. In the video, only the boyfriend is clearly visible—the girlfriend at most shows a hand tossing the clothes.

One second the boyfriend is focused on his computer, the next he catches the pajamas, looks up, and sees his girlfriend—who has clearly just taken off her clothes—standing not far away, waiting.

The highlight of these videos is always the boyfriend’s reaction: some rush nervously to pull the curtains, some shyly lean back, and others instantly transform into a ravenous beast, pouncing without hesitation.

On Pei Suye’s birthday, Ye Wanjia had made her plans.

She was determined to capture that exact look of fluster on Pei Suye’s face—best if she panicked, scrambled awkwardly, totally at a loss—so she could turn it into a meme and send it to her every single day.

After rehearsing it countless times in her head, Ye clenched her fist—this time, she would succeed.

“Senior.”

That night, after dinner, Ye stopped Pei Suye, who was about to go shower, and pulled out her laptop.

“Can you take a look at my paper?”

Pei paused. “You mean the one you’re submitting?”

Ye’s research had been going smoothly. In just one year of grad school, she already had results and was now writing her thesis.

Thanks to this paper, she had a perfectly legitimate reason to make Pei sit down and focus on work.

“Mm, Leo asked me to send it to him this weekend. I’ve finished drafting it. Can you help me polish it?”

She set the laptop on the desk, adjusted the chair just right, and patted the comfy leather cushion with a cheerful grin.

“Sit here.”

Pei hesitated—not because she didn’t want to help revise on her birthday, but because Ye never asked her to work on that day. And behind those sparkling eyes of Ye’s… there seemed to be some mischief she couldn’t quite pin down.

“…Okay.”

Playing along, Pei sat down. She even asked which journal Ye planned to submit to, and started fixing the formatting of the references.

Ye made her a cup of fruit tea, filled to the brim, and placed it beside the laptop.

Why tea?

Simple. If Pei happened to be drinking when surprised, she might spill it or drop the cup—wouldn’t that make for an even better shot?

Her little schemes lined up perfectly, Ye brushed off imaginary dust from her hands and declared with satisfaction:

“Then you work on this, I’ll go shower, okay?”

Pei’s eyes flicked toward the dangerously full cup of tea. Then back to Ye. Calm, unreadable.

“Alright.”

She opened the document, turned on revision mode, and started from the title. By the time she reached the abstract, Ye had slipped into the bathroom, clutching a suspicious bag Pei glimpsed only in passing.

“Meow~”

On the side, Cheese the cat seemed to sense something too, letting out a questioning but knowing sound.

“Looks like there’s a special show coming,” Pei thought, raising an eyebrow. She scooped up Cheese, filled his bowl to the top with kibble, and set him comfortably on his cat tree—better keep him occupied and away from any age-inappropriate scenes.

Inside the bathroom, Ye was indeed plotting her grand special performance.

Of course, if she was going to record a video, she couldn’t just copy others online and strip bare right away. She needed something unique.

Her secret weapon: a lingerie set she had spent a whole month carefully selecting. The right size, the right style, just perfect.

Ye’s body was slim, petite-boned—even thinner than Pei’s, though recently she’d gained some curves after a year of being happily back together. She had even gone from an A+ to a B+ cup. Round, pale, smooth like porcelain-coated balloons—her chest was beautifully shaped.

This lingerie was pink. Two thin pieces of fabric covered her breasts, the semi-transparent material revealing delicate skin beneath, lace and sheer mesh adding a dreamy misty quality.

“Ahem.”

Maybe a little too deliberate.

She dared not stare at her own reflection too long. Turning her head away quickly, she pulled her robe loosely over herself, leaving only her collarbone visible.

Not nervous. She told herself she wasn’t nervous.

They were both young and passionate, after all. For the sake of capturing Pei’s expression, a change of clothes was well worth it.

Taking a deep breath, Ye pushed open the bathroom door. Cool air washed away her lingering jitters. She replayed the viral short video steps in her mind once more, her only goal crystal clear: control.

At the bedroom door, she leaned on the wall and slipped off her robe. One hand clutched the clothing, the other held up her phone, ready to record.

“Let’s see how my girlfriend reacts,” she whispered to herself.

Then she stepped forward, tossed the robe in a graceful arc, and watched it land squarely across the laptop screen.

Flap.

The thin fabric muffled the light clatter of keys.

Ye leaned against the doorway in a practiced sultry pose, one hand braced on the frame, phone raised before her chest, lens aimed at Pei’s back.

But strangely, Pei didn’t turn around.

She kept her eyes on the paper, calmly folded the robe, set it aside, and continued revising.

“I’ll shower later,” she said while typing. “Turn off the light for me, will you?”

Ye froze. Wait a second—she didn’t notice? She folded it like it was just any robe? Pei the great scientist, do you not realize your girlfriend’s robe is off—which means she’s not wearing anything underneath?!

“Ahem.” Ye cleared her throat loudly, droplets clinging to her brows. She called out deliberately, “Senior.”

“Mm?”

Still no glance. Pei finished editing a whole paragraph, then reread it from top to bottom, satisfied.

Ye’s jaw tightened. Blue veins stood out faintly on her hand gripping the phone. Her voice dropped an octave.

“Pei. Suye.”

Finally, the typing stopped.

Two beats later, the flood of academia receded, pulled back by a tidal wave called “girlfriend.”

Ye only called her full name in two situations: when they were tangled in bed, or when she was angry.

Pei withdrew her hands from the keyboard, turned, and followed the voice toward the doorway.

That single glance nearly knocked her off her chair.

Ye was standing there in a lacy lingerie set. Two strips of fabric cupped her breasts, tied together loosely with a bow. The straps were sheer mesh, one hanging off a dewy shoulder, the other sliding along a smooth arm. A soft pink glow seemed to wrap around her whole body.

Her little Leaf was stunning.

Pei stared for two seconds before her ears flushed scarlet. They had shared many nights together, but Ye had always been the shy, reserved one—never had she taken such a bold, dazzling initiative. She had thought that bag Ye carried earlier was maybe just a bunny-ear headband, not… this.

Surprise, yes. But more than anything, it was overwhelming.

Suddenly remembering the curtains, Pei darted over to draw them shut. But her pounding heart refused to calm. She strode quickly to Ye, captured her lips in a fiery kiss.

“Hehe, I knew you couldn’t resist,” Ye murmured afterward, smug and triumphant, waving her phone.

“I recorded everything. Now let’s see you—mmph!”

Her boast was cut short, lips sealed again, phone snatched away.

Ye panicked slightly—the recording wasn’t finished.

But before she could think further, Pei scooped her up and tossed her lightly onto the bed.

“Ah!”

She barely sat up before being pressed back down.

“Pei—Pei Suye! The video’s still on!”

Her only answer was the quickened sound of Pei’s breathing.

“Perfect,” she said lowly. “We’ll film the whole thing.”

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