Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?
Chapter 285 - 246: Follow Me **

Chapter 285: Chapter 246: Follow Me **

Someone used a hypnotic item, potion, or skill.

Wen Nan realized this not long after he returned to the private room.

Similar situations had occurred in previous instances, so Wen Nan was not entirely unprepared.

He had heightened his vigilance and, upon recognizing that something was amiss, he used several antidotes and anti-poison items from his reserve equipment accordingly.

That was why Wen Nan was practically the last person standing in the entire room.

However, he still underestimated the strength of the hypnotic effect this time.

If he were facing the level of hypnotic effect that the troubled girl Sun Yi once drugged his drink with, the anti-poison items he had prepared in advance would have been enough.

But this time, the person behind it had very high capabilities.

So high, that even though Wen Nan was prepared, he was still powerless to resist.

Wen Nan felt weak all over and knelt on the floor. Before he closed his eyes, he saw everyone in the room lying face down on the tables, the floor, and the sofas.

Li Fang lay at the edge of the table, her head narrowly missing an uncut birthday cake, thankfully avoiding face-planting into the cream.

Yin Zhi’en lay on her side next to Wen Nan, sleeping peacefully.

Behind him, Zhou Shijie leaned against the door, sitting on the floor. Even with his eyes tightly shut, his hand still clutched the door handle, like a dutiful watchdog.

As his thoughts slowed down more and more, Wen Nan’s increasingly blurred vision roamed among these three people.

Only one skill, only one chance...

Finally, before his heavy eyelids fell, Wen Nan made a choice—

9527: [Your skill Mind Reading Technique has been activated, with a total activation time of 10 minutes.]

In his mind, Li Fang’s voice quickly emerged, as if in a dream, sounding indistinct and muddled:

’I like you, really like you...’

’What should I do, what should I do...’

’Senior, I really like you, I’ve never liked anyone this much...’

’No matter what others say, I just like you...’

Haha, still maintaining her secret crush persona, unwavering, isn’t she?

Wen Nan smiled wryly, and his body eventually surrendered to the cold ground.

Before his eyelids fully closed, the door of the private room opened, and a figure walked in slowly, stopping in front of Wen Nan.

Who was it?

The mastermind behind this mass drugging incident? Traitor? Assassin? Young master? Or perhaps...

As his vision fully plunged into darkness, Wen Nan’s thoughts were abruptly cut off.

When he woke up again, Wen Nan’s head felt sore and swollen, as if he had blacked out from drinking and was just waking from a hangover.

He opened his eyes, and his vision gradually became clear, revealing a white ceiling and a soft, comfortable mattress beneath him.

Was this... a hotel room?

Wen Nan’s previously sluggish thoughts slowly began to recover as he propped himself up, intending to sit up, and discovered a slim arm across his chest, a snow-white leg draped over his own.

He heard steady breathing near his ear, warm breaths brushing against his shoulder, dampening a small patch.

Frowning, he turned his head and saw a familiar sleeping face magnified before him.

Wen Nan was taken aback and instinctively shifted his body away.

The person next to him was entwined around Wen Nan like a beautiful snake, and his slight movement disturbed her, causing her to furrow her brow and let out a soft, muffled sigh, waking up slowly.

When Zhao Wanting woke up, she felt sore all over with a throbbing headache.

Once she took in her surroundings, her eyes first showed shock, then confusion, and finally settled on a playful and teasing look as she gazed meaningfully at the man she was holding.

Seeing the man lifting his hand, trying to remove her limbs from around him, Zhao Wanting, instead of cooperating and letting go, tightened her grip, clinging tightly to Wen Nan’s body as if he were a giant body pillow.

Resting her head on Wen Nan’s shoulder, her legs rubbed up and down, the hand across Wen Nan’s chest giving a secretive squeeze, feeling the solid and firm muscles beneath. Satisfied, she smirked and lazily called out, "Brother."

Ever since she claimed to be Wen Nan’s sister at the birthday dinner, Zhao Wanting smoothly transitioned to calling Wen Nan "brother," abandoning the distant and awkward "senior."

"I’ve mentioned so many times wanting to come to a couple’s hotel room with you, and you always refused. Now we’re here, what are you up to?"

Saying this, Zhao Wanting propped herself up slightly to look at Wen Nan, "So it turns out, brother wasn’t unwilling, but rather likes this kind of... mysterious scenario?"

Wen Nan shook his head helplessly, unwrapping Zhao Wanting from himself. As he got out of bed, he cleared his dry throat and asked, "Do you know how we got here?"

Hearing Wen Nan’s question, Zhao Wanting paused, "... wasn’t it you?"

After asking, she sat up and bent to check herself. Although her clothes were wrinkled from sleeping deeply, they were intact and properly worn, just like before she lost consciousness.

The man opposite hadn’t touched her at all.

Zhao Wanting pouted, looking disappointed.

Recalling the recent events in the KTV private room, she finally remembered to ask, "So, what happened at that dinner? Did someone drug us?"