The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 184: Playboy, Don’t Flirt Without

Yes, the sofa wasn't high, but she deliberately adopted a crawling posture, as though showcasing her curvaceous figure. She even knelt on one knee at the edge of the sofa, pausing for a moment.

John ignored her.

He thought, 'Women only slow down my sword-drawing speed.'

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Alice pursed her lips, picked up her shoes, and ran to the balcony like a thief. Seeing she was actually going to hide, John was speechless and said, "Alice, you're my sister. Isn't it normal for the two of us to stay together? Hiding only makes it look suspicious!"

Just as John was about to go to the balcony and pull Alice back, a sweet voice came from outside. "Get out of here. No one's looking for you, and I'm invisible now. Besides, don't tell anyone I'm here, or I'll go back and tell my older sister that you're molesting me."

Who exactly was doing what to whom?

John felt a headache coming on.

But what could he do? He couldn't just leave the girl standing at the door, could he?

He reluctantly went to open the door.

As expected, standing at the door was Emily. She had just showered, and her thin nightdress left her long, smooth legs exposed beneath the hemline. She held a bottle of red wine in her hand.

"John, why did it take you so long to open the door?" Emily asked in confusion.

"I was in the shower just now. I heard your knock and immediately put on my clothes and rushed to open the door," John explained.

"But you don't look like you've just showered."

"I did, you can see my pants are wet."

"Are you only washing...?" Emily gave John's wet pants a peculiar look but stopped herself from continuing, not wanting to expose any impropriety or risk John misunderstanding her.

"To celebrate the end of your first class, let's have a drink!" Emily continued, entering the room.

But before she sat down on the sofa, she wrinkled her nose and said, "Hmm, strange. How can there be a woman's perfume smell here?"

The scent was Alice's.

Her perfume wasn't strong or overpowering, but it lingered in the air for quite a while.

"Ahem..."

With a guilty conscience, John touched his nose and said, "I also feel it's strange. I smelled perfume when I first came in. Don't know if there's a coquette around here."

Alice, eavesdropping on the balcony, gnashed her teeth in anger. 'You're the real coquette. Your entire family is filled with coquettes... Wait, does that sentence even make sense?'

To steer Emily away from investigating the source of the perfume, John opened the bottle of wine and said, "Beautiful Emily, didn't you say you wanted to celebrate the end of my first class? Let's cheers!"

At this, Emily didn't probe any further. It was the first time John had lived in this house, so she never considered the possibility of a woman hiding here.

After a few glasses of wine, something seemed off about Emily. Her face flushed, and her eyes began to flicker. Whether she was genuinely drunk or just pretending, Emily shook her head and said, "John, do you know that I really like you from the bottom of my heart? This has nothing to do with family interests. Last time at my home, you were drunk. My father wanted me to sleep with you."

She began confiding in John, unaware that last time at her home, he had pretended to be drunk to test her.

John fell silent for a moment.

Before he could respond, Emily leaned closer and said, "John, no matter how you feel about me, I think I'll be satisfied if I can give my first night to an excellent man like you."

She had gathered all her courage to come here tonight, hoping to offer herself to him.

This was different from last time.

Last time, she thought it wasn't right to sleep with him under those conditions because he was drunk. But tonight was different. He was sober, and if he would accept her...

Emily was ready.

However, at this critical moment, John hesitated. He didn't move for a long time, and eventually, even Emily, who had been eavesdropping on the balcony, couldn't bear it. She rushed in, grabbed John's ear, and scolded him, "John, you're really a playboy. If you don't want to sleep with her, why are you flirting with her?"

At that moment, John thought Alice had somehow taken over her older sister's persona. He hastily begged, "Alice, let go of my ear! It hurts!"

"Humph, you deserve it. Who told you to mess around with women outside?" Alice snapped angrily.

'Wait, are you blaming me for messing around with women, or for not having sex with them?' John wondered to himself.

Even Alice wasn't sure about her own feelings.

She was confused.

"Who are you?" Emily asked, startled, as she saw a beautiful woman rush in from the balcony. The slight drunken haze she'd been under vanished instantly, and she came to her senses.

The woman's scent was so familiar.

It was the same one that had lingered in the air.

John must have known about this woman but hadn't told Emily on purpose.

At that moment, Emily felt a pang of disappointment in her heart, and it appeared in her eyes.

Initially, Alice had been hostile toward Emily, but when she saw the disappointment in Emily's gaze, her heart softened. She sighed and said in a gentler tone, "Miss Wood, I'm John's older sister. You may not have seen me before, but this little rascal has mentioned you to me."