Chapter 7: Will die

Zhou Ting watched the girl begin to move, a flicker of triumph in his eyes.

Lin Xiaoxiao’s heart was still in chaos, but she clumsily approached the man, forced to please him.

Even though she was utterly unwilling…

When her soft lips touched Zhou Ting’s, he flipped their positions in an instant…

Next, Lin Xiaoxiao would enter another stage of womanhood, despite only being one for a few days…

After a long time, the heavy rain finally stopped.

Zhou Ting gazed at the pale, beautiful girl under the night sky, her reddened eyes still bearing traces of tears, her brows slightly furrowed yet carrying a hint of allure.

Seeing this, Zhou Ting felt a spark of anticipation. With effort, once this girl shed her inexperience, she could become a captivating vixen…

In the middle of the night, Lin Xiaoxiao woke up groggily.

Moving slightly, she felt intense soreness, and a pair of strong arms still held her.

She glanced at the sleeping man, recalling what had just happened, and a wave of nausea surged within her.

Though she’d known this moment would come, actually experiencing it was still psychologically unbearable.

Unbeknownst to her, beneath that nausea, she overlooked a strange, novel emotion…

Suddenly, something occurred to her, and her expression changed. She carefully lifted the man’s restraining arms.

Without waking him, she slipped toward the bathroom. Soon, the sound of the shower filled the air.

This, of course, woke Zhou Ting—his sleep was always light.

Feeling the absence of the girl in his arms and glancing at the bathroom, a slight smile curved his lips. He got up and walked over.

“You—you—how did you get in?!”

“Saving water is everyone’s responsibility.”

“Don’t… don’t do this…”

The shower lasted a long, long time. Lin Xiaoxiao’s once-pale skin was now flushed red, and she had no strength to return to bed.

So Zhou Ting carried her back.

Looking at the girl in his arms, delicate as a kitten, Zhou Ting felt a touch of dissatisfaction—he preferred a fuller figure.

But it wasn’t a big deal. A bit more “feeding” would fix that.

With that thought, he lifted her chin, chuckling.
“You woke me up in the middle of the night, and now I can’t sleep. What should we do?”

Lin Xiaoxiao’s body trembled, her misty eyes filling with fear.

She didn’t care about dignity or shame anymore, shaking her head frantically.
“No, no more—I’ll die…”

This man was a monster! A tireless monster! Lin Xiaoxiao deeply regretted ever crossing him…

Zhou Ting sighed. Her stamina was lacking, and tonight had been a bit much.

Over the years, he’d dismissed women who approached him with ulterior motives, thinking a nightlife was unnecessary.

But now, having tasted it, he found it hard to stop.

His gaze fell on her long, slender legs, which he casually toyed with.

On closer inspection, he realized he’d misjudged—though slim, they had a pleasant softness.

Lin Xiaoxiao felt the strange sensation on her legs but didn’t dare resist. She only hoped that if he touched her legs, he wouldn’t do anything more excessive.

Zhou Ting glanced at the scattered clothes by the bed and said, “Don’t wear that binder. It’ll stunt your growth. You’re already small—I prefer bigger.”

Lin Xiaoxiao froze, quickly realizing what he meant, her face flushing.
“That way, people will find out…”

She still wanted to hide—or rather, delude herself about her new reality as a woman.

Zhou Ting frowned but said nothing more, confident that one day she’d obey willingly.

In the end, at Lin Xiaoxiao’s insistence, she returned to her own room.

She feared staying, lest Zhou Yang discover something the next day.

She didn’t know her own feelings, but the thought of him finding out about her and his dad was too humiliating.

Exhausted by the older man, Lin Xiaoxiao woke up late the next day. Zhou Ting had already left for work.

Stepping out of her room, she was met with Zhou Yang’s annoyed glare.

“Hey, you trying to starve me? Forgotten you’re the maid now?”

Already irritated, Lin Xiaoxiao grabbed a loaf of bread from the fridge and tossed it at him.
“Breakfast. Eat it or don’t.”

Zhou Yang caught the bread, staring at the yawning “boy,” dumbfounded.

This guy had a worse temper than him? Was that reasonable?

Still, he munched on the bread, glancing at the dazed figure beside him, and said casually, “Did you hear any weird noises last night?”

The house was supposed to be soundproof, but in his half-sleep, Zhou Yang thought he’d heard something.

Lin Xiaoxiao stiffened, her heart racing, but she masked her panic and said calmly, “No, I slept soundly. Didn’t hear a thing.”

Zhou Yang let out an “oh” and dropped the topic.

Relieved he didn’t press further, Lin Xiaoxiao relaxed.

The living room fell silent. Zhou Yang and Lin Xiaoxiao weren’t close—in fact, they disliked each other. Sharing a roof was nothing but awkward.

Zhou Yang broke first, getting up to leave.

Lin Xiaoxiao watched his back, her heart a tangle of emotions. She never imagined things would turn out like this.

And now, her actions weren’t much different from those of a greedy gold-digger—a kept canary…

But then she thought: Zhou Yang stole her girlfriend, and now she’d slept with his dad.

Well, that evens things out, right? It was the only thing Lin Xiaoxiao could console herself with these past two days.