Chapter 60: I don’t need you to pity me!

“Baby, I’m heading out. See you tomorrow. Bye, Aunt Yu!”

Yan Qingxin wasn’t staying over tonight, returning to her dorm after a short visit.

Lu Zhao tried to keep her there. With her around, Yu Baiwei wouldn’t go too far—though the kitchen kiss was already too much.

But for some reason, Qingxin insisted on leaving.

He couldn’t force her to stay, lest she sense something off.

The door closed, and Lu Zhao stood by it.

Without looking, he knew Yu Baiwei was eyeing him with bad intentions.

“Look, Yu—”

Before he could finish, the woman on the couch pounced, pinning him against the door.

Her fiery lips sealed his without warning.

Qingxin’s fading footsteps echoed outside. She’d never imagine her favorite aunt was brazenly devouring her beloved boyfriend just behind the door.

And so roughly, so forcefully, without a trace of gentleness.

After being manhandled like this repeatedly, Lu Zhao was pissed.

With all his strength, he broke free from her burning lips, finally spitting out, “Yu Baiwei! Are you being fair to Qingxin?”

She froze briefly. He thought she’d come to her senses, but then she leaned in, biting his ear, mumbling, “I’ve already betrayed her. What’s a little more? But you… aren’t you enjoying it?”

Enjoying? Enjoying what? I can’t control my body’s reactions!

Lu Zhao gave up reasoning with this unhinged woman, just hoping she’d hurry up.

But no luck. Yu Baiwei dragged him inside at nine and didn’t stop until nearly one in the morning.

In the stifling room, the sticky air felt like a fog, blurring the ceiling light in Lu Zhao’s eyes.

Yu Baiwei, unbothered by their sweaty, sticky state, held him close, kissing his hair, her long legs pinning his waist.

Her soft voice purred in his ear, “So, comfy?”

He stayed silent. He didn’t want to admit it, but his body’s response was undeniable.

Several times, the overwhelming pleasure had him dazedly reciprocating her kisses and indulging in moves she’d somehow mastered.

Thinking back, it felt absurdly shameful.

If Yan Ruyue forced his submission with strength, Yu Baiwei consumed him bit by bit, step by step.

He hated both, but couldn’t resist either.

“I really… misjudged you, Miss Yu.”

He tried to sound stern, but his breathless words, in this atmosphere, carried a peculiar vulnerability.

Yu Baiwei smirked. “Oh? How’d you see me before?”

Fresh off her indulgence, she was genuinely curious about her old image in his mind.

“Sloppy, lazy, cooking disaster, drunken mess.”

Her mouth twitched. She’d expected it, but hearing it from him stung.

“Oh? And now?”

“Despicable, shameless, filthy, no shred of decency, a—” He stopped short, unwilling to use harsher words.

She knew what he held back but didn’t care. Instead, she grew more excited, flipping to straddle his waist again.

“Haha! Go on, why stop? Curse me! I’m shameless, filthy, despicable—you’re right! So what?”

Lu Zhao stared, dazed. Her manic grin, red eyes, and crazed face with strands of hair stuck to it.

Yet, somehow, in her mad expression, he saw a trace of sorrow.

“You… okay?”

“I’m fine! Perfectly fine! What’s that look?” His pitying gaze enraged her.

Her hands clamped his neck, the brief choke making him dizzy.

But she quickly let go, grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head.

Gasping for air, he rasped, “What do you want? Are you insane?”

“I’m not insane! I don’t need your pity!” She kissed him hard again.

That night, she drained not just his stamina but hers too.

At dawn, she collapsed on him, asleep.

Turning to her face, inches away, he saw tear streaks, her lips muttering, “Don’t need pity…”

The latter half felt more like self-destructive venting.

Despite the swelling pain, she pushed through, teeth gritted.

“What’s wrong with this woman?”

Lu Zhao didn’t know or care what she was thinking.

But one thing was clear: this night was just the start. His future, like her perky backside, wouldn’t be smooth.

10 AM

Two frantic figures appeared downstairs.

Yu Baiwei, in a simple long dress, hair in a messy ponytail, face barely washed, dragged Lu Zhao, dressed in casual sportswear, eyes bleary.

“Hurry up, we’re late! Why didn’t you wake me? No breakfast? Wage cut!”

Lu Zhao snapped awake, shocked and incredulous.

Is there no justice? No law?

This woman’s not even pretending to be human anymore!

No breakfast? You know damn well why!

Too many retorts, he didn’t know where to start.

“Still not awake? Move!”

“I—”

For the first time, Lu Zhao nearly swore.

Near the school, they split up.

Yu Baiwei went to the office to get scolded, while Lu Zhao slipped into class.

Yan Qingxin stared at her phone, puzzling over a dozen unanswered messages.

Why isn’t Baby replying? Not in class—what happened?

As she wondered, Ling Cang nudged her, pointing to the back door.

Her brows arched as she saw Lu Zhao sneaking in like a thief.

But as he passed an aisle, a cold voice from the podium stopped him: “Lu Zhao.”

In the summer heat, the voice was like midwinter frost, nearly making his wobbly legs give out.

The class turned, following the teacher’s gaze.

Caught, Lu Zhao steadied himself on a chair, standing with an awkward yet polite smile.

“Professor… Professor Mei, sorry I’m late.”

Mei Zi’s gaze pinned him for three seconds, then flicked to Qingxin, who clasped her hands, pleading silently.

“Hmph.” Mei Zi’s tone softened slightly. “Don’t let it happen again. Sit.”

“Thanks, Professor.”

He scurried to Qingxin’s side.

But his brief relief vanished with her next words.

“Baby, where were you? And why’s that smell… weird but familiar?”

“!”

No time to shower since last night!*