Lin Yingyue stiffened. How could he drive like that!
He didn't feel anything was wrong at all, his voice languid: "From now on, when we kiss, we'll do it to this extent."
Before Lin Yingyue could respond, his slender fingers lightly touched his thin lips, hinting at the kiss just now. His smile was faint but carried a hint of bewitchment and wickedness.
"So sweet."
Lin Yingyue's earlobes immediately turned red. She felt like Song Zeqian was like a male fox...
Song Zeqian placed the girl on the table, pulled down her short skirt that had bunched up around her waist, and caught a glimpse of her fair, slender calves.
Lurid images immediately flashed through his mind...
His breathing instantly became a bit heavy, his eyes darkened, and he immediately averted his gaze in a strange manner.
Not noticing his discomfort, out of politeness, Lin Yingyue said politely, "Okay, Big Brother."
Song Zeqian, who was about to lift his foot to step away, froze in place.
"Big Brother?"
A hint of chill distinctly spilled out in his tone.
Lin Yingyue blinked, not understanding what he meant.
The Song Family valued etiquette and rules. She had always called him that, hadn't she?
Ever since she entered the Song Family, Grandmother and the others had told her to call Song Zeqian that.
Song Zeqian leaned down, getting closer, his long, narrow, pitch-black eyes staring straight into hers.
"That title doesn't sound good."
"Then what should I call you?"
He tilted his head slightly and whispered a word.
Just as his voice faded—
"Boom—"
A sudden clap of thunder sounded outside the window, shaking the glass panes slightly.
Lin Yingyue was startled by the thunder and completely missed what he had said.
"What did you just say? I didn't hear you." She looked at him blankly.
But Song Zeqian refused to say it again.
"Nothing. You can call me whatever you want."
"But don't call me Big Brother."
Lin Yingyue tested the waters: "Then can I just call you by your name?"
"Yes."
It was too late, so Song Zeqian didn't leave but stayed over.
He looked around the room with great interest. It wasn't very big, but it was very tidy.
There was also a bed covered with pink bedding, clearly a princess bed for a girl to sleep in.
The bed was much smaller than the one in his room. It looked like it wouldn't be very sturdy if two people lay on it.
It felt like it would collapse if they did anything.
He'd have to get her a bigger bed tomorrow.
Thinking this, he sat down on the chair nearby, opened his computer, and started working.
Lin Yingyue was slightly surprised to see how familiar he acted:
"Big Brother... no, Song Zeqian, don't you think my room is too small? Maybe you should go back to your own room?"
Song Zeqian said lazily, "Not going back. The big room is haunted. The small room is safe. I'll just sleep on the sofa tonight. I won't disturb you."
Lin Yingyue: ?
She wanted to say her place was haunted too—haunted by her, a little poor ghost.
This way, all her sleepiness vanished.
Just then, she saw that her homework had been graded. Sighing that the teaching assistant was more diligent than a donkey, she clicked into the learning app as if she had found a lifesaver.
A few examples of excellent homework were listed. Lin Yingyue scrolled down through them one by one.
Suddenly, she spotted a name on the list: someone in her class named Jiang Wu.
This was the Female Lead's name!
After waiting so long, the Female Lead had finally appeared...
And she had chosen the same class?
She wasn't actually that familiar with the Plot of this erotic novel.
Because when she read the story back then, she basically skipped the clean Plot parts and went straight for the smut...
She only vaguely remembered the gist. The Female Lead was a typical resilient Little White Flower, a Special Excellent Poor Student just like her.
Every day after school, she had to go to the Vegetable Market to pick up rotten vegetable leaves others had discarded, and was mocked by classmates for smelling like stale fish and shrimp.
The school's F4 even bet a Rolls-Royce on how long it would take to win her over, make her fall hopelessly in love, and then ruthlessly dump her.
Wanting to know what the Female Lead looked like, Lin Yingyue quickly messaged a classmate who was in the same class.
"Wanwan, do you know Jiang Wu?"
Cang Wanwan: "Yeah, I know her. She's in my group. What's up?"
"Do you have her contact info?"
Cang Wanwan: "We haven't talked much. We're not really close."
Lin Yingyue had to give up.
Actually, just treating this novel as smut was pretty enjoyable.
But now she had transmigrated into the scheming female supporting character in the book, destined to be a stumbling block on the Female Lead's path to being doted on.
After a series of cliché plots like amnesia and cancer, the Male and Female Leads shamelessly got together.
Of course, none of this would have been possible without Lin Yingyue's behind-the-scenes help.
Every time she framed the Female Lead, it only pushed the Male and Female Leads closer together.
It could be said that Lin Yingyue deserved ninety percent of the credit for the Male and Female Leads getting together.
Lin Yingyue: ...
Was this author even human? How could they write something like this?
Who falls in love by making others do all the work!
What's the difference between this and the emperor and his consort going to bed while a little eunuch pushes their butts from behind?
She didn't know why he was so attentive to her now. Could it be because he hadn't met the Female Lead yet?
Maybe once he got to know the Female Lead and felt her goodness, he would break up with her.
She could also take the opportunity to cry pitifully. Maybe Song Zeqian, out of respect for Grandmother, would give her more compensation.
She could go abroad, get a degree, and a decent, good job.
She wouldn't have to worry about living expenses at all.
Just as she was thinking happily, Song Zeqian's voice suddenly came over.
"What are you looking at?"
Feeling a pang of guilt, afraid he might catch her inquiring about the Female Lead, Lin Yingyue fumbled in a panic and clicked into another chat interface.
Seriously, wasn't he working on the other side just now? When did he get here? He scared the hell out of her.
Without looking carefully, she forced herself to stay calm and smiled at Song Zeqian.
"Nothing, just chatting with a friend."
"A friend? A close one?"
"Mm..."
But she saw Song Zeqian's expression was a bit strange. His eyes were dark, and he glanced at her mobile phone several times.
Lin Yingyue's heart skipped a beat.
Oh no. Given how deep Song Zeqian's thoughts were, he wasn't suspicious of something, was he?
She subconsciously followed Song Zeqian's gaze to look at her own mobile phone screen.
It was an anonymous friend request.
What was clearly displayed on it was:
"Baby, during these days we've been apart, I cry every time I think of you. Do you miss me?" [Broken Heart Emoji]
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