Chapter 47: Are You a Devil?
Zhou Ting paused, glancing at the “little woman” with a light chuckle, agreeing.
Lin Xiaoxiao felt a bit shy but soon forgot her embarrassment, squirming with indignation. “Stop—don’t tickle me…”
He released her soft foot, a touch of regret in his heart. It felt nice, but without stockings, it lacked a certain charm…
Just then, Zhou Yang emerged from his room. Lin Xiaoxiao had already tucked her feet away, so he saw nothing amiss.
Seeing him, she said, “Zhou Yang, come eat breakfast?”
He glanced at her, then Zhou Ting, hands in pockets. “Nah, I’m meeting someone to play ball. I’m out.”
He changed shoes and left in one swift motion, leaving both Lin Xiaoxiao and Zhou Ting stunned.
Zhou Ting chuckled. “That kid’s got some attitude…”
Lin Xiaoxiao stayed silent, a guess forming, but she quickly buried it and asked, “Since it’s his birthday, what gift are you getting him?”
He paused, frowning without answering.
She guessed, “Don’t tell me you’ve never prepared gifts?”
He countered, “I did when he was eight, but he didn’t want it. Said he didn’t want any after that, so I stopped bothering.”
She blinked, curious. “Really? What’d you give him?”
His expression turned awkward, but under her gaze, he admitted, “Nothing much, just a set of Huanggang exam papers. Junior high level—should’ve been challenging for him.”
Lin Xiaoxiao: …
“Are you a demon?”
She couldn’t believe it. An eight-year-old, third or fourth grade, facing junior high exam papers? And Zhou Yang didn’t even seem the studious type.
She felt a pang of sympathy for his likely tragic childhood.
Zhou Ting remained unfazed, seeing no issue.
She sighed, then smiled brightly. “Forget the company today. Come with me to pick a gift for Zhou Yang.”
Her radiant smile, glowing in the sunlight, stirred his heart.
Without thinking, he nodded, messaging Li Xian.
Poor Li Xian was stressed—Zhou Ting’s schedule was packed. But the boss was the boss, so he dutifully handled the fallout.
After washing the dishes, Lin Xiaoxiao dried her hands and returned to the living room, pausing at the sight of Zhou Ting dozing on the sofa.
She thought: He must be exhausted from working so hard. Barely any rest…
But she felt no pity. He wasted time on pointless things—like tormenting her.
Sitting beside him, she didn’t wake him, feeling bored.
Her gaze drifted to him. In the soft morning light, his slightly messy hair framed a sharply defined face, dark brows striking.
Leaning closer, she saw his closed eyes, lashes casting faint shadows. Age hadn’t dulled him; it added a seasoned charm.
Her heart raced, and she quickly pulled back, averting her eyes.
Damn it, I’m so jealous. Why did I only get a feminine face as a guy? Reincarnation matters…
As her emotions churned, a large hand hooked her waist, pulling her into his arms.
“Eek!” she yelped, hearing his teasing voice.
“Little one, what were you sneaking a peek at?”
She flinched, dodging his gaze. “W-who’s sneaking? I wasn’t!”
He chuckled, cradling her head and kissing her rosy lips fiercely before letting go.
“Not being honest… Why didn’t you wake me?”
Her body softened, leaning against his chest, panting. “You’re not going to the company today. No rush to buy the gift…”
His heart stirred, and he kissed her again without a word.
“Mmph… stop it…” Her sultry plea only fueled him.
She didn’t realize how, in just over a month, her once-firm “manly” resolve had shifted, her coquettish pleas slipping out naturally.
By late morning, the sun hung high. Zhou Ting drove Lin Xiaoxiao to the shopping plaza.
It wasn’t crowded, to her relief.
Yes, under a certain jerk’s insistence, she was in women’s clothing again—and to Zhou Ting, pants weren’t an option for women.
Of course, his real motive was his own “benefit,” allowing him to do naughty things while holding her…
Noticing his gaze, her face warmed. “Where are you looking?”
He coughed, curious. “Little one, have you grown again? My nightly massages must be working.”
She glanced down, realizing what he meant, and glared. “You think I’m dumb? It’s not because of you! We’re here for a gift—stop standing around.”
He smirked confidently. “I know that kid. I’ll pick something perfect.”
She gave him a skeptical look, pushing him forward. “Stop bragging. Don’t get something outrageous—Zhou Yang won’t like it.”
Giving a kid junior high exam papers at eight? That’s like treating him like a Japanese exam warrior.