Chapter 59: Bite Back
Despite her words, Lin Xiaoxiao got up early that evening, bought ingredients, and started cooking.
Meanwhile, Zhou Ting, done with work, told his secretary Li Xian, “You can go. Give me the car keys.”
Li Xian blinked, then nodded eagerly—avoiding overtime was a rare treat.
Zhou Ting drove alone to Lin Xiaoxiao’s rented apartment complex. Though she hadn’t given him the address, he’d found it the day she left.
Why hadn’t he gone to her immediately? Besides being swamped with work, he had a little plan. He wasn’t sure what he felt for her, but one thing was certain: she was his, and no other man could touch her.
To ensure she couldn’t leave him, he needed to “train” her. His earlier coldness was a calculated move to keep her wanting. Women weren’t the only ones who could play hard to get—and her resentment showed it was working.
Smirking, he called her. It took a while for her to pick up.
“What do you want?” she asked, clearly annoyed.
“I’m downstairs. The guard stopped me. Come get me.”
She paused, exasperated. “I’m cooking soup. Wait a bit.”
She hung up before he could reply.
Chuckling, he thought, Hanging up on me? She needs a lesson. Patiently, he waited.
After a while, Lin Xiaoxiao hurried down, adjusting her hair before approaching. “Why’re you just standing there? Don’t you just need to register to get in?”
She grumbled—security at this old complex wasn’t that strict.
He eyed her: jeans and a white shirt hugged her slim yet curvy figure. Simple, but strikingly beautiful.
He reached out, ruffling her hair. “I just wanted you to come get me. Let’s go in.”
She shook off his hand, rolling her eyes. “So dramatic! And stop touching my head—it’s annoying!”
Her tsundere attitude made him smile. He could tell, despite her complaints, she was in a good mood—because of him?
She led him upstairs to her apartment. Though small, it was tidy and cozy.
Seeing him linger at the door, she grabbed a new pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet. “Change into these. Don’t just stand there.”
As she moved to close the door—mindful of neighbors—a large hand grabbed her, pinning her against the wall.
“Mmph…” Caught off guard, his face was inches away, her heart trembling.
“W-what are you doing? Let go…” she stammered.
His mischievous smile gleamed. “Little one, so disobedient this afternoon. You can’t escape punishment.”
Her eyes flashed with panic. “S-stop messing around! Dinner’s ready.”
He raised an eyebrow, a wicked idea forming. “Oh? Perfect. I’ll have dinner with you…”
His drawn-out tone made her realize his intent, her face paling as she struggled. “No, not like that…”
Her efforts were futile against him. He carried her to the dining table.
The door was shut—some things weren’t for others to see.
Pressed onto the small table, surrounded by her carefully prepared dishes, she didn’t dare struggle too much, afraid of knocking over plates. “Zhou Ting, you’re such a bully! I worked hard on this—don’t repay kindness with cruelty…”
Unfazed, he skillfully bound her wrists with his belt, saying casually, “Don’t move, little one, or we’ll lose dinner.”
He stepped to the nearby coffee table, searching for something.
Whether intentional or not, with her legs unbound, she lay disheveled on the table, watching him timidly.
Unbeknownst to her, a twisted excitement stirred within…
Finding a fruit knife, Zhou Ting turned, smirking at her alluring pose. “What are you doing?” she asked, voice trembling at the sight of the knife.
Was he threatening her with it? No, he wouldn’t be that bad… she wasn’t even resisting much…
He didn’t answer, just waved the knife playfully, smiling. “Relax, it’ll be quick.”
He leaned in, knife in hand, toward her trembling body.
Terrified, she closed her eyes, body shaking like a lamb awaiting slaughter, no will to resist.
But nothing happened as expected. She felt a coolness on her thigh—her jeans were pulled down slightly.
Then, he sliced a large hole at the crotch, slipping them back on. The pants were ruined.
She glared, indignant. “Why’d you cut my pants? They were new…”
He chuckled at her odd focus. Shouldn’t she be worried about what’s next?
Tossing the knife aside, he leaned down. “Little one, you were so bold this afternoon, thinking I wouldn’t bite?”
Her heart sank, sensing trouble, and she quickly apologized. “I-I was wrong…”
He clicked his tongue. “You’ve been biting me all this time. Now it’s my turn, right?”
Without hesitation, he sat, pulled her waist close, and leaned in…