Chapter 12: Are you satisfied now?

The sky darkened as Lin Xiaoxiao mopped the floor, cleaning diligently.

Zhou Yang lounged on the sofa, munching sunflower seeds and scrolling through his phone. Watching her work, he couldn’t help but ask, “Hey, you’ve been here a few days. Don’t you think my dad’s been acting different lately?”

Lin Xiaoxiao paused but quickly resumed, saying, “I don’t know. Probably not.”

Zhou Yang looked skeptical.
“Really? No, something’s definitely off. Forget it, you wouldn’t get it.”

“Oh, Lin Xiaoxiao, wash me a fruit.”

She rolled her eyes but grabbed an apple from the fridge, washed it, and handed it over.

Zhou Yang frowned at the apple.
“I don’t like apples. Get something else.”

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoxiao bit into the apple herself, holding back her irritation. She turned to wash another fruit but froze.

“Lin Xiaoxiao, you done yet?” Zhou Yang grumbled, impatient.

“Brat, could you be any lazier?” a man’s voice cut in.

Zhou Yang stiffened, turning to see his dad standing there, smiling faintly.

He straightened up, chuckling nervously. “Dad, you’re back early today.”

Zhou Ting nodded, glancing at Lin Xiaoxiao. “Keep doing your thing. Ignore him.”

He walked to the sofa, eyeing the pile of sunflower seed shells on the coffee table, frowning. “Have you no shame?”

Zhou Yang hurriedly cleaned them up, patting his chest. “I’m a handsome young guy—how am I shameless?”

Zhou Ting scoffed calmly. “Lucky you’ve got a handsome dad. Now, you’ve got hands and feet—stop making Xiaoxiao do everything.”

“I’m letting her stay here and sponsoring her, not making her your maid. Got it?”

Zhou Yang mumbled in agreement, though he couldn’t shake the feeling his dad’s kindness wasn’t that simple. There had to be more to it. He’d ask tomorrow.

Still seeing Lin Xiaoxiao as a guy, he didn’t think in that direction.

Lin Xiaoxiao overheard their exchange, rolling her eyes at Zhou Ting’s narcissism. No wonder the son was so full of himself—learned it from the dad.

But Zhou Ting was undeniably a handsome older man, and Lin Xiaoxiao, still mentally a guy, felt a twinge of envy. If she’d had that masculine look instead of her effeminate face, maybe she wouldn’t be a woman now.

His later words made her flush. Being just a maid? She could handle that. But the reality…

*

Late at night, Lin Xiaoxiao sat in her room, restless.

Staring at her phone’s clock, her heart grew more anxious.

Finally, a soft creak of the door signaled Zhou Ting’s arrival.

Without prelude, he pulled the girl from the bed into his arms, intoxicated by her scent mixed with body wash.

Her pure yet alluring eyes, sparkling like stars, pulled his memories back a decade.

He wanted to take her right there, but recalling his goal for the night, he restrained himself and asked, “I let you off yesterday. Where’s my compensation?”

Lin Xiaoxiao trembled, struggling slightly. “L-let me go first…”

Zhou Ting released her, anticipation rising.

Her face burning under his intense gaze, she grabbed a bag and headed to the bathroom. “W-wait a bit.”

She shut the door.

Leaning against it, her heart pounded with shame as she eyed the maid outfit, accessories, and wig the system provided.

She knew there was no backing out, but she swore—this would be her only time in women’s clothes!

Picking up the outfit, she realized it was far too revealing…

Zhou Ting sat on the bed, picturing her shy retreat to the bathroom. What surprise was she preparing?

Time ticked by, but he wasn’t impatient. For a sure thing, he could wait.

Finally, realizing stalling was pointless, Lin Xiaoxiao opened the bathroom door.

Zhou Ting looked up. Under the dim light, a captivating girl in a maid outfit emerged.

Her shoulder-length black wig framed her bewitching eyes, delicate nose, and vibrant lips.

Her pale collarbone and chest flowed into a slender waist, contrasting her innocent face.

Her long legs, bare of shoes but clad in thin white stockings, stepped alluringly on the floor.

Most striking was the red ribbon around her neck, tied with a golden bell that jingled with every move.

Lin Xiaoxiao felt utterly humiliated.

Though she’d been stunned by her reflection, being stared at by a man was mortifying.

“Satisfied now?” she murmured, her voice tinged with resentment she didn’t notice.

Zhou Ting snapped back, marveling at his find.

Initially, he’d chosen her as his mistress just for her eyes.

But now, aside from her smaller chest, she was a perfect little enchantress.

Unable to hold back, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

“Ah!”

Startled, she clung to his neck until he pressed her into the soft mattress.

“Mmph… it hurts…”

The next moment, he bit her neck, making her curse inwardly—was this man a dog?

But before she could think further, her lips were sealed, her thoughts swept away by a surging tide…