For as long as he could remember, Lu Yan had told himself that playing the submissive, docile fool in front of Xia Miao was all just a means to an end—a way to eventually devour her. But now that the day had truly arrived, a wave of fervent, ecstatic excitement surged through him.
The boy parted his lips, leaning in to sink his teeth into the girl’s fragile neck. Yet the moment his lips brushed against her skin, he instinctively softened his pressure. Rather than a bite, it felt infinitely closer to a tender kiss.
Suddenly, he realized that he didn’t want to eat her anymore.
If he ate her, there would no longer be anyone left to hand him snacks, no one to dry his soaking wet hair, no one to hold him while he slept, and certainly no one left to look at him with such a heartbroken, tender gaze.
His Adam’s apple bobbing, Lu Yan pulled back slightly.
“Miaomiao, I can’t eat you.”
Xia Miao had already mentally prepared herself to be stripped bare. Hearing those words out of nowhere, she blinked her eyes open and stared at him in utter bewilderment.
“Why?”
“I just can’t. I can’t do it.”
Xia Miao’s gaze drifted downward, her eyes landing squarely on the critical area below his waist and above his thighs.
“Are you… impotent?”
Looking entirely innocent, Lu Yan nodded.
“Mhm, impotent.”
Xia Miao maintained a completely deadpan expression. She figured this guy was straight-up trying to gaslight her—especially since he was currently stark naked, putting an exceptionally impressive view on full display.
With his healthy coloring, gorgeous physique, and downright stellar visual appeal, he looked absolutely nothing like someone who couldn’t perform.
“Do you think I’m completely devoid of charm?”
The cowlick on top of Lu Yan’s head perked straight up, his eyes wide with utter confusion as he failed to grasp why she was suddenly asking him such a question.
As far as she was concerned, Miss Xia was a flawless, immaculate young lady. With looks as striking as hers, how on earth could any guy possibly remain immune to her?
For Lu Yan to drop the word “impotent” right then and there felt like a direct insult to her pride!
Rolling up her sleeves, Xia Miao locked onto him with a fierce, imposing glare.
“Fine! I’m about to find out for myself whether you’re really as useless as you claim!”
Before Lu Yan could even process what was happening, he was forcefully tackled to the floor by the girl. Stripped of all clothing, he made for a remarkably convenient target.
Inside the dim, shadowy room, the bedsheet on the floor was twisted into a chaotic, tangled mess.
No one knows quite how the fierce, aggressive girl launched her assault, but for a long stretch of time, the room echoed solely with the boy’s helpless, fractured cries:
“No… stop, Miaomiao!”
“Not there… you can’t touch there!”
“It’s too overwhelming… please, touch me again…”
By the dead of night, the world outside had fallen into an absolute, breathless hush.
Xia Miao rested her back against the headboard, a lollipop wedged between her fingers. Crunching down on the candy to instantly replenish her energy stores, she let out a long, deeply satisfied sigh of relief.
Right beside her, the boy remained completely swaddled and curled up inside the covers.
After a very long while, a pair of pale hands grasped the edge of the blanket, slowly poking his head out into the open. His eye rims were still flushed a tender pink, and the bandages on his face hung completely crooked. A sticky, overly affectionate gaze settled onto Xia Miao’s profile. But the second she turned her head to look back at him, he hurriedly yanked the blanket up to shroud his entire head once more.
Having tasted the intoxicating flavors of romance for the very first time, the boy found himself thoroughly overwhelmed by a profound wave of shyness.
He hadn’t expected “eating” to carry such an entirely different meaning. Still, he had to admit that the style of “eating” Xia Miao had just introduced him to was infinitely more entertaining than his own methods.
Hidden safely beneath the duvet, Lu Yan secretly began counting on his fingers.
He was currently reviewing his performance—specifically how long he had managed to hold out, and whether he had successfully managed to satisfy her. Even though he was still an absolute beginner when it came to affairs of the heart, his instincts as a man reminded him that this was a matter of utmost importance.
Suddenly, Xia Miao flipped the blanket back and burrowed straight in beside him.
“Lu Yan, what are you up to?”
Flustered, Lu Yan hurriedly retracted his seven counted fingers.
“N—Nothing at all.”
Squeezing herself tightly into his arms, Xia Miao let her fingers wander down to his absolute favorite spot—his waist and abdomen. Feeling a sudden tickle, he let out an involuntary chuckle as he scrambled to catch her hands in his grip.
“Give it to me straight, or I’m going to start tickling you!”
Caving under the threat of her overwhelming tyranny, Lu Yan shrank his neck back and whispered something softly right into her ear.
Lifting her eyes to look at him, Xia Miao reassured:
“What on earth are you stressing over? You were amazing, of course!”
Lowering his gaze in shyness, Lu Yan muttered,
“But… but for the first time, I hadn’t even… and I already…”
It was like a brand-new driver stepping onto the highway for the very first time, only to break down right outside the tunnel entrance because they couldn’t handle the overwhelming tension and excitement.
Fortunately, with Xia Miao—a veteran driver with a wealth of theoretical knowledge—riding shotgun, she quickly helped him get back on track. After the rookie driver hit the gas a second time to restart the engine, he finally succeeded in barreling right into the tunnel.
Though Lu Yan lacked experience and knowledge, a lingering instinct told him that he probably hadn’t done a stellar job.
Yet, tucked snugly in his arms, Xia Miao hugged him tight and giggled:
“No matter what, Lu Yan is the absolute best. I loved every second of it.”
With his ears burning bright crimson, the temperature beneath the covers spiked.
“Really?”
“Of course really!” Cupping his face in her hands, Xia Miao planted several hard, enthusiastic smacks across his cheeks. “Even if it was short, it was still super cute!”
Lu Yan: “…”
For reasons unknown, a sudden wave of disgruntled dissatisfaction welled up inside him.
Out of nowhere, Xia Miao gave his leg a light kick.
“Lu Yan, you need to go take care of something very important.”
The boy simply wanted to hold her and sleep, draping his limbs all over her like an octopus to cage her securely in his embrace. Giving a thoroughly unenthusiastic response, he mumbled:
“What is it?”
“Go buy emergency contraception.”
The boy’s eyes widened in shock.
Word on the campus street was that the school store had been hit by a thief. Not only had the morning-after pills vanished, but every single box of condoms had been completely cleaned out as well.
Considering that anyone hovering on the brink of death desperately needed a reliable way to “pass the time” and vent their mounting stress, finding a companion to blow off steam with was practically a necessity. Yet now, every last contraceptive had gone missing. Which single, deranged dog was waging a psychopathic war against society remained a mystery, but that didn’t stop everyone from cursing the heartless, degenerate lunatic to the deepest depths of hell.
For several days straight, Lu Yan found himself afflicted by a barrage of unstoppable sneezes. He strongly suspected that Xia Miao was draining his life force, which explained why his body felt so unusually weak—especially since, ever since that first night, Xia Miao’s dorm window had been left wide open every single evening.
As brilliant as Lu Yan was, he could tell at a glance that Xia Miao was simply too embarrassed to voice her desires aloud, choosing to use the open window as a silent cue instead. Consequently, he sneaked in night after night, inevitably ending up pinned under her relentless routine of hugging, chewing, and biting.
This woman was truly… an bottomless abyss of insatiable desires!
Meanwhile, Xia Miao looked equally drained and listless, slumped over her desk as she drifted in and out of sleep.
Worried, Fang Ke’ai leaned over to ask:
“Miaomiao, didn’t you sleep well last night?”
“Oh, I slept too well last night,” Xia Miao mumbled.
A look of sheer perplexity crossed Fang Ke’ai’s face.
Lately, the weather had grown stifling and humid. Hating that heavy, stagnant feeling, Xia Miao preferred keeping the windows cracked for ventilation. The moment she did, the boy would dart inside with the speed of a field mouse, completely unstoppable no matter how she tried to bar him out.
Then, he would sheepishly strip off his clothes of his own accord, standing before her looking agonizingly bashful. His deadpan eyes would gaze at her with a lingering, unspoken plea, while the fading scars scattered all over his body served as a vivid reminder of the atrocities she had subjected him to earlier.
Damn it, with him being this proactive, who on earth could possibly exercise self-control against that?!
Naturally, it always culminated in several brand-new rounds of all-out warfare.
With drowsy, heavy-lidded eyes, Xia Miao cast a glance toward the window, catching a sudden rustling movement stirring among the branches outside. Her expression shifted instantly as she shot a fierce, warning glare in that direction.
Concealed deep within the lush foliage, the boy suddenly found himself locking eyes with her, causing his entire body to give a violent start.
Damn it, he thought, she’s trying to seduce me with her eyes again. Who could possibly resist this?!