Chapter 21: I Like Big
Hearing Zhou Ting’s words, Lin Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and turned away, ignoring him, letting her mind drift to the scenery outside.
Perhaps it was too comfortable, but she gradually fell asleep.
At their destination, Zhou Ting turned and saw her captivating sleeping face, his heart skipping a beat.
Instead of waking her, he took out his phone, snapped a photo, and started handling work messages.
When Lin Xiaoxiao woke, she didn’t know how much time had passed. Glancing out the window, then at Zhou Ting, she said apologetically, “Sorry, I fell asleep. Why didn’t you wake me?”
He put away his phone, feigning seriousness.
“I tried, but you were out like a pig. Couldn’t wake you.”
She blinked, retorting instinctively, “No way, I don’t sleep that deeply.”
“How would you know how deep you slept?” he teased.
Speechless, she started doubting herself. Was she really that out?
Sticking out her tongue, she said, “Sorry, guess I misjudged you.”
Zhou Ting’s eyes glinted with amusement. This girl was too easy to fool—hopefully no other man would trick her…
“Alright, you’re awake. Let’s go.”
She nodded, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings. “Where are we?”
They were clearly in the suburbs, a remote part.
He didn’t answer, just took her soft hand mysteriously. “Follow me.”
They walked through a long tunnel, its walls draped with intertwining green vines, forming a natural barrier.
Sunlight filtered through, casting dappled light, making the tunnel dreamy and surreal.
Emerging, Lin Xiaoxiao was greeted by vibrant flower pots everywhere. Nearby, a small house was surrounded by blooms.
“So beautiful…” she gasped, her love for beauty universal, regardless of gender.
Zhou Ting said, “This is my friend’s flower nursery. You like flowers, right? Brought you to see your fill.”
She flushed, unsure how to respond.
A worker approached, enthusiastically offering a tour, but Zhou Ting declined.
He led her through the nursery—roses, tulips, marigolds, all thriving in the greenhouse, the air thick with fragrance.
Outside, seasonal flowers like cockscombs blazed red, and morning glories bloomed in vivid hues.
In this sea of flowers, Lin Xiaoxiao felt her worries melt away, lost in the moment’s beauty.
Zhou Ting asked, “Feeling better now?”
She bristled. “When was I in a bad mood?”
He pulled her onto a bench, trapping her on his lap, nibbling her ear.
“You’ve been moping lately, like someone’s been bullying you. So, why the bad mood?”
Flustered, she tried to brush it off, but he wasn’t having it, pressing for answers.
Blushing, she mumbled, “It’s… nothing, really. Just… my chest has been getting bigger. If this keeps up, I won’t be able to hide that I’m a woman…”
Only Zhou Ting knew her secret. After worrying alone, saying it aloud felt relieving.
Seeing his odd look, she asked, “What should I do?”
Unexpectedly, his hand moved to check for himself.
“Mmph…” Caught off guard, she let out a soft sound, her face burning.
“S-stop pinching…”
He nodded seriously. “It has grown. That’s good. Don’t worry, I won’t abandon you.”
Biting her earlobe, he added, “And… I like them bigger…”
Suppressing the ticklish sensation, she struggled. “I’m being serious…”
She was worried about hiding it, especially from Zhou Yang. If he found out, she couldn’t imagine the fallout.
Zhou Ting turned her face to his, kissing her vibrant lips.
She resisted instinctively but couldn’t fight back, yielding softly.
When he pulled away, she was limp, her eyes dazed, panting.
He smirked. “Get it now? No matter what happens, you’re my woman. Stop overthinking.”
She pouted. What kind of answer was that?
But despite the lack of logic, his words eased her anxiety.
The worst case didn’t seem that bad…
By evening, they returned from the suburbs. Lin Xiaoxiao had wanted Zhou Ting to stop so she could change back into her old clothes.
She regretted it—he changed her himself, hand by hand…
Since he had to park, she went upstairs first. But opening the door, she found an unexpected guest.
The woman was on her phone, Zhou Yang gaming nearby, each in their own world.
Seeing Lin Xiaoxiao, the woman looked surprised.
“Zhou Yang, who’s she? Why does she have your house key?”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s heart raced, flustered, at a loss.
Just then, Zhou Ting returned, seeing her frozen at the door. “Why’re you standing there?”
Spotting the woman on the sofa, his gaze cooled. “What are you doing here?”