She didn't expect her to ask such a question, and Song Zeqian was amused.
"Do I look like Plato to you?"
Thinking back to the dozen or so condoms from that night, Lin Yingyue fell silent...
Then, remembering his identity as the male lead in the posted article, Lin Yingyue grew even more silent.
It would be more believable that Lin Yingyue was Qin Shi Huang than that he was having a Platonic relationship.
No way, it'll break!
After hesitating for a long time, she spoke tremblingly:
"I'm still young, can we just start with kissing and hugging?"
Song Zeqian's gaze fell on her figure, and a barely perceptible dark tide gradually surged deep in his eyes.
"I think you're not so young anymore, little sister.
But since you've said so, of course we can start with kissing and hugging.
However, I need to be in charge—we only stop when I'm satisfied.
Let me be upfront: I'm a lustful person with big needs."
The tips of Lin Yingyue's ears burned fiercely.
But on second thought, it was just kissing and hugging.
Could kissing really make flowers bloom?
Just play it off for now.
She looked up and said, "Brother, can you give my underwear back to me?"
Song Zeqian took that pink lace bundle from his suit pocket, pinched it between his long fingers, and held it out to her.
Lin Yingyue reached out to take it.
Just as her fingertips touched his palm, a warm, dry heat passed through, like being gently burned by something.
She quickly grabbed the underwear and pulled her hand back.
The underwear still carried body heat.
Song Zeqian seemed oblivious, his crow-black lashes lowered, the fingertips of his hand hanging by his side rubbing together.
As soon as she had her own incriminating evidence in hand, Lin Yingyue immediately answered an alarm clock on her mobile phone. "Hello?"
Then, smiling sweetly, she said to Song Zeqian, "Brother, I'm going to take a call outside."
"Okay."
As a man, it wasn't appropriate to stay in a girl's room. Seeing she was about to leave, Song Zeqian also went out.
Lin Yingyue trotted down the hallway.
After turning a corner and confirming that Song Zeqian couldn't see her, she furtively pulled out her mobile phone and made a call.
After two rings, it was picked up. A clear, lively voice came through: "Hey Yueyue, what do you want from me?"
"Su Xiaoxiao," Lin Yingyue said in a low voice, feeling very sneaky, "Your dorm still has an empty bed, right?"
"Yeah, yeah! Are you coming?" Su Xiaoxiao's voice was excited.
"Yes, I plan to move into the dorm within the next few days."
"Come on, baby! I've been wanting you to move in and live with me forever. You have no idea how bizarre my roommate is.
That big idiot doesn't flush the toilet. I want to feed her crap every day.
Yesterday I found out she even stole my takeout! No manners at all—she's practically a rat in human form."
Lin Yingyue's mouth twitched.
Su Xiaoxiao was usually pretty good-tempered. Someone who could make Su Xiaoxiao this angry was definitely not a pushover.
"Yueyue, once you come, we can do part-time jobs together and go to the library to do advanced math!
When are you moving? I'm still doing a part-time job at the Song residence—want me to help you?"
"In a few days," she said. "I'll contact you then."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
After hanging up, Lin Yingyue clutched her mobile phone, thinking carefully.
If she moved to the school dormitory and stayed a little farther away from Song Zeqian, surely nothing else weird would happen, right?
It was only three months anyway; she could just hide outside for three months.
Maybe gradually, Song Zeqian would forget he even had a girlfriend like her?
Once the male lead met the female lead, he'd throw her to the wind even more.
Then she'd study hard, get a scholarship, and go abroad to study, while Song Zeqian and the female lead got together...
Lin Yingyue cackled, thinking she was so smart.
She slipped back to her room and packed all her luggage.
Lin Yingyue didn't have many things—just a single snake-skin bag full.
The bedding was provided by the Song family, so she couldn't take it.
Fortunately, the school had an impoverished student care package that included free washbasins, clothes hangers, and bedding.
She just needed to apply for one on the website.
She uploaded her impoverished student certificate and ID.
Within ten minutes, the interface showed the application was successful, and her mood lightened considerably.
Before going to school, she felt she should say something to her grandmother.
After all, her grandmother doted on her.
...
When she went to the yard, the butler said that her grandmother was talking with someone.
Lin Yingyue grabbed a freeze-dried treat and crouched on the stone steps in the yard to tease a golden shaded cat.
Beside her was a tall cherry blossom tree, petals falling in profusion.
The little cat's name was Ice Stick, picked up by the Song family grandmother by the roadside.
Apparently, when it was first brought back, it was so skinny it was just bones, its fur matted into strands, so ugly it hurt your eyes.
Now, looking at this half-sprawling cat, she could hardly tell if it was a little pig or a kitten.
"Only one piece, you little fat pig," Lin Yingyue patted the cat's plump rear and warned.
Harsh words hurt the cat's feelings. Ice Stick understood her verbal attack, lifted its head, and meowed at her in retaliation.
"Oh, so you're cursing me in Meow language."
Lin Yingyue reached out to pet the cat, messing up the glossy, shiny fur on the chubby cat's body, revealing its white belly.
Ice Stick scratched her a few times in dissatisfaction, then lowered its head to start licking its own fur.
When Song Zeqian came out, this was the scene he saw.
Pink petals fell in profusion; the person was even more beautiful than the flowers.
The girl was crouched on the ground playing with the cat, the small red mole at the corner of her eye vivid, her complexion clear.
To keep her pink skirt from dragging on the ground, she had pulled it up to her knees, revealing a small section of fair calf.
That night, it was these legs that clamped...
His gaze darkened, and he stood there watching for a while.
From the corner of her eye, Lin Yingyue noticed someone beside her, and saw it was Song Zeqian!
"Brother... what a coincidence, you're here too?"
"Mm."
Lin Yingyue was about to slip away, saying, "Then I'll go inside and chat with Grandmother."
But unexpectedly, Song Zeqian called her back.
Song Zeqian glanced at her.
"Little sister, what are you going to say to Grandmother?"
"Nothing much... I just wanted to come and eat some little cakes at Grandmother's place."
She didn't want to tell Song Zeqian about her plan to move away, after all, this kind of "pull up your skirt and pretend you don't know him" behavior was indeed a bit heartless.
But she couldn't just tell him, "You're a character in a book, your true love isn't me, it's the female lead," could she!
So the best solution was to move out quietly on her own.
She was a little nervous, wondering if Song Zeqian would believe this excuse.
Fortunately, luck was on her side.
Just then, her grandmother spotted Lin Yingyue and waved at her.
"Girl, come here quickly. Grandma has your favorite cherry little cakes, I was just about to send them to you!"
Song Zeqian then said, "I still have work to do today. Let's talk later."
Lin Yingyue nodded hastily.
...
Entering the room.
"Grandmother, I want to tell you something. I'm planning to move into the school dormitory in a few days."
Her grandmother was taken aback and frowned: "What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable living in the mansion? Or has someone bullied you?
If you don't like your current room, Grandma can have someone change it for a better one. The row of sunny rooms on the east side are all empty; you can pick any one."
Lin Yingyue's heart warmed, and she shook her head:
"No, no, Grandmother, everything in the mansion is fine. It's just that living in the school dormitory is more convenient—closer to the teaching buildings, easier to get to the library, and I can study with classmates."
She paused and said softly, "Besides, the school has subsidies for impoverished students, and living in the dorm can save some expenses."
Her grandmother understood that people had pride; staying under someone else's roof for too long could make one feel indebted.
In the end, she sighed and patted Lin Yingyue's hand:
"You child, always so considerate. Alright, since you want to go, Grandma won't stop you. But remember, this will always be your home; come back anytime you want."
Lin Yingyue's nose stung slightly, and she nodded: "Thank you, Grandmother."
Her grandmother added, "Then I'll go tell Zeqian and have him arrange a car to see you off."
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