Chapter 23: I’m Full now!

As he spoke, Zhou Ting kissed her lips again.

For some reason, Lin Xiaoxiao felt his kisses were unusually rough today.

Despite trying to overcome her physical discomfort, she began to struggle under his intensity.
“Mmph, don’t…”

But her resistance seemed to displease him. The next moment, her pushing hands were pinned above her head by his strong grip.

Helpless, she could only watch as he kissed her lips, her neck, trailing downward…

The next day, Lin Xiaoxiao woke on the large bed, late in the morning.

Seeing her disheveled state, she stared blankly, an inexplicable sadness welling up.

What was wrong with her?

Wasn’t she just a tool for his desires? That was their deal, wasn’t it?

Forcing the feeling down, she went to the bathroom to freshen up.

But seeing herself in the mirror, she froze. Her eyes were unfamiliar.

Her pupils, half-pink, looked like colored contacts, with upturned corners exuding charm, utterly captivating.

Yet, her shocked and innocent gaze, paired with the seductive eye shape, made her look like a fox—bewitching and alluring.

After a long pause, she snapped out of it. This was the system’s reward, but the change was drastic.

She sighed, troubled. This didn’t seem like a good thing.

For the next few days, with exams nearing, she buried herself in the library.

Zhou Ting was busy too, only returning to “play” with her once, so they rarely saw each other.

This dynamic suited her—she needed distance from him, or else…

Though she’d grown used to intimacy with Zhou Ting, she felt increasingly repulsed by other men.

Before, she’d casually hang out with her roommates, but now even a pat on the shoulder made her wary.

She didn’t want to feel this way, but her body reacted instinctively. Not returning to the dorm only widened the gap with them.

One sunny morning, in a bedroom with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Lin Xiaoxiao stood in heels, pressed against the glass, her body leaving four imprints.

Behind her, Zhou Ting was doing his “morning workout,” his heavy breathing betraying the intensity.

“Mmph… stop, someone might see…” she pleaded softly.

Her enticing voice only spurred him on.

Kissing her butterfly-like back, he soothed, “Relax, we’re on the 22nd floor. No one will see.”

Her body trembled, still uneasy, but the overwhelming sensation drowned her reason.

She felt like a ragdoll, molded by him, even “filled with milk.”

After a long while, her slender legs quivered in the sunlight, her voice hoarse.

A phone rang.

She patted his chest behind her. “P-phone… it’s ringing.”

Annoyed, Zhou Ting grabbed her phone, answered it, and handed it to her.

But she had no free hands. He carried her to the bed, hugging her waist.

Now she could take the call, her voice strained.

Zhou Ting resumed his “workout.”

“Hello, Dr. Wang? W-what’s up?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Since Zhou Ting’s arrangements, her grandma’s doctor had changed to Dr. Wang.

“Miss Lin, are you free? Good news…”

She gasped, surprised. “What? My grandma’s awake? Ah!”

A surge overwhelmed her, making her eyes roll back.

“Miss Lin, you okay?”

“N-no, I’m fine…” she managed after a few seconds, shooting Zhou Ting a resentful glance.

“I’ll be right there.”

She hung up quickly, afraid the doctor would notice. Zhou Ting, satisfied, finally ended his “workout.”

Rubbing her stomach, Lin Xiaoxiao shakily got up to go to the bathroom.

He chuckled, watching her steady in heels. “Told you—wear them enough, and you’ll get the hang of it.”

Blushing, she glared back.

He continued, “Hungry? Let’s get breakfast.”

“No! I’m full!” she snapped, slamming the bathroom door.

Realizing what she’d said, her face burned. What was she saying?!

After that, her stomach felt bloated—she was full. That man was a monster…

After cleaning up, she prepared to head to the hospital. Zhou Ting followed.
“I’ll drive you.”

She nodded, not refusing.

On the way, he glanced at her.
“I checked—your grandma’s condition is stable. Surgery’s soon.”

Her heart warmed, and she said sincerely, “Thank you, Zhou Ting.”

Without his help, she didn’t know if she’d have made it. Even if it was part of their deal, she was grateful.

He raised an eyebrow, teasing, “If you’re thankful, be my mistress for life.”

She froze, her expression stiffening as she turned away, her mind wandering.

A lifetime mistress? If that happened…

But she snapped back, looking at him.
“No way. You promised to set me free.”

He was exceptional, she was ordinary. He’d tire of her eventually. Better to stay clear-headed than dream unrealistically.

Plus, she hadn’t given up on returning to life as a man. With the system, maybe there was a chance…