Qiao Shanshan: What can I do about it? But if I don't have it, I don't think about it—so it's no big deal!
Li Bin: Damn, gotta hand it to you. Handling that kind of loneliness like a champ.
Qiao Shanshan: So what do you do when you can't take it anymore? Don't tell me you're always hitting up girls on WeChat?
Li Bin: Nah, I barely chat with people Nearby. I was just bored today, saw your profile, sent a request on a whim… I guess we're fated.
Qiao Shanshan: Really? So you don't cheat… How do you deal with it?
She seemed genuinely curious now.
Li Bin: Easy. I take care of it myself.
Qiao Shanshan: [Haha ] How do you "take care of it"?
Li Bin: With my hand, duh! Universal tool—works for guys and girls!
Qiao Shanshan: Gross! I could never do that! You guys are too much.
As the conversation dragged on, her tone and vibe clearly shifted—looser, flirtier, more playful. Like she'd started to enjoy chatting with him.
Just by being a little shameless and listening to her vent, Li Bin managed to peel back the curtain on her home life.
She lived in one of those fancy gated neighborhoods near Wen Ting's place. It was just her, her husband, and their 19-month-old daughter.
Her husband was a total workaholic, obsessed with his startup, barely gave her any attention. She was stuck at home playing housewife, bored out of her mind, day in, day out.
Sensing the emotional void, Li Bin decided it was time to turn up the heat.
Li Bin: So you're not into cucumbers, huh? Want me to help you out instead? Hehe.
Qiao Shanshan: Oh? And how would you "help" me?
That reply—it wasn't rejection. It was interest.
Li Bin grinned, finger poised to type "With my big cucumber!"—but the system immediately blocked him.
[Tip: This response will instantly make the target feel uncomfortable and guarded. Teasing is fine, but being too crude or jumping straight into sex talk will backfire. Use humor and ease off. Let her imagination do the work.]
"Shit—close one," Li Bin muttered, backing out quickly. He edited his message.
Li Bin: I'll send you some movies instead.
Qiao Shanshan: Movies? What kind?
Li Bin: Japanese action blockbusters.
Just a joke to steer things away from getting too heavy.
But it landed better than he expected.
Qiao Shanshan: Ooh! Send me some! I've been meaning to check them out, but didn't know where to find the good stuff.
Li Bin blinked. Was she joking? Or serious?
Either way, she'd taken the bait.
"System, help me out—how do I play this?" he whispered.
But this time, the system stayed silent.
Left to his own devices, Li Bin went with instinct.
Li Bin: You really wanna see them? Don't judge me, okay? I only watch these when I'm super lonely…
Qiao Shanshan: Just send them.
She was serious.
Li Bin quickly opened his gallery and started digging through his private collection.
What she needed wasn't just porn—it had to hit her in the feels. She was a bored housewife, emotionally starved, sexually frustrated, but still scared of taking the plunge. The kind that gets off on fantasy, not filth.
He picked a softcore AV where the wife gets seduced while her husband sleeps beside her. Classic scenario.
Yui Hatano – Cheating with My Husband's Boss, I Can't Speak.
Perfect. He hit Send.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open. Wen Wan walked in wearing her pajamas, face tired.
She saw Li Bin lying on the bed, still fully dressed, and frowned.
"You're sleeping in your outside clothes? Ugh! You're dragging in all kinds of germs! Go take a shower!"
Li Bin quickly sat up, smiling. "Yes, ma'am. As you command, my queen."
Normally, he'd snap back or pick a fight.
But after tonight's dirty fun, he felt a little guilty. So this time, he played the obedient husband.
In the bathroom, peeling off his clothes, Li Bin checked WeChat again.
Still no reply.
"She must be watching it…" he muttered, heart pounding.
He took a quick shower, rinsed off the guilt, and came back out—still towel-damp—grabbing his phone.
Qiao Shanshan: You guys are seriously perverts. Into shit like that? You wanna be that boss, huh? Fucking someone's wife right next to her husband?
She watched the whole damn thing—and paid attention to the plot.
Li Bin could almost picture her flushed face, thighs pressed together, brain swirling with ideas.
Li Bin: Huh? I just picked one at random. I usually skip the story parts anyway.
Qiao Shanshan: How's your body?
Li Bin blinked.
That one hit out of nowhere.
"…Huh?"
What did she mean? Was she being coy? Teasing? Testing the waters?
Li Bin stared at the message, heart thumping.
He wasn't sure what she wanted to hear—but he knew one thing for damn sure.
She was interested.