Chapter 28: Not bad, you are a M head!
Zhou Ting smacked his lips after finishing the milk, chuckling at the stunned Lin Xiaoxiao.
“Not bad.”
Not bad, my foot!
She wanted to snap back but held her tongue, muttering, “That was my milk…”
He nodded, unfazed. “I know. Just wanted to taste what imported milk’s like.”
He sat back at his desk, putting on gold-rimmed glasses to resume work.
Lin Xiaoxiao blinked. With glasses, he looked… oddly refined.
Snapping out of it, she tried to slip away.
But Zhou Ting wasn’t letting her off. “Come keep me company.”
Reluctant, she protested, “I’ll disturb your work.”
“You won’t.”
Her words were cut off by his firm denial, his half-smile pinning her.
Sighing, she knew escape was futile and shuffled over.
He pulled her onto his lap, his hand securing her slim waist.
Used to his wandering hands, she struggled briefly before giving up.
Thankfully, he just wanted her company, so he focused on work without doing anything excessive.
Watching him work, she debated telling him about the café photo.
He could probably find the culprit easily.
But after hesitating, she stayed quiet. It was a small issue—she didn’t want to bother him.
Plus, she instinctively resisted relying on him. The more she owed, the harder it’d be to repay.
Unable to understand his work, drowsiness hit. His scent lulled her, and her eyelids drooped.
When he finished, he looked down to find her asleep in his arms.
The dim light illuminated her delicate face, her brows hinting at budding allure…
His gaze drifted to her pale neck, delicate collarbone, and the hidden curves beneath her collar.
Too bad she was cautious, wearing that binder again.
Suppressing his heat, he carried her to his room.
The next morning, as she snuck out, Zhou Yang caught her.
“Lin Xiaoxiao, what were you doing in my dad’s room?”
Her heart raced, but she feigned calm. “Uh, your dad asked me to tidy his room before he left.”
He didn’t suspect anything, muttering, “He calls me lazy, but he’s the same, needing someone to clean his room…”
She blurted, “Your dad’s busy all day, unlike you with nothing to do. It’s normal he doesn’t have time.”
Zhou Yang clutched his chest dramatically. “Lin Xiaoxiao, you’re blatantly siding with him! Are we still friends?”
Realizing her slip, she looked uneasy. “Just stating facts. I’m off to see my grandma.”
She headed to the door, changing shoes.
Zhou Yang blinked. “What about my breakfast?”
“Go eat out. Need some cash?”
His face darkened. “No! I’ve got more money than you!”
She shrugged. “Alright then.”
She left for the hospital, arriving late.
With a caregiver watching her grandma, she wasn’t too worried. After visiting, she went to school.
That evening, strolling down a tree-lined campus path, she saw couples and inexplicably thought of Zhou Ting.
She quickly squashed the thought. Damn it, shouldn’t she be thinking of pretty girls instead?
As she fumed, her phone pinged with a message from an unknown number:
“Want your photos back? Looking for me, right?”
Her steps halted. It was the photographer. She squinted, replying, “Who are you? Why are you doing this?”
The response came fast: “Who I am doesn’t matter. You’re scared of these photos spreading, right? Want them back? Meet me at 8 p.m. here.”
An address followed—a bar near campus she’d visited once with a heartbroken roommate.
Her brows furrowed, unsure what to do.
“If you don’t come, I’ll spread the photos. Don’t you want to know who I am? Come find out.”
Another message rattled her further.
Then, a call came in from her roommate, Xiao Fat—real name Xiao He, a chubby, shy otaku.
She answered, puzzled. “Xiao Fat, what’s up?”
“Xiaoxiao, uh, that book you lent me—I’ve got it. You free? I can return it now.”
She thought back—oh, right. “No rush, tomorrow’s fine.”
“Today’s good. I’m free anyway.”
She agreed, sitting on a bench to wait, mulling over the anonymous message.
What did they want? Blackmail with those photos?