Time zipped to 5:30 p.m. Just as Jiang Cheng was about to head to the cafeteria with his roommate, he received a wechat from Yu Xiaoxiao.
Jiang Cheng tapped her avatar and saw she'd sent several photos.
Sss—
He hissed in an involuntary gasp.
The drawn-out hiss alone probably qualified him as a leading cause of global warming.
The shots featured fluffy little white rabbits and long, milky-white legs.
The visual punch made his eyelids twitch and his tongue flick in reflex.
"Babe, do you like the photos I took today?"
Jiang Cheng grinned and fired back: "Gorgeous—but still not as gorgeous as you in person."
Across town, Yu Xiaoxiao sat in the Xingchen Entertainment office, rolling a half-removed pair of black silk stockings back up her legs.
She adjusted the slipping garter straps.
Reading his reply, she gave a coy, sultry chuckle: "Tease—your sweet tongue hasn't changed."
Jiang Cheng knew Xiaoxiao was clearly craving something.
Hey, appetite and lust are just human nature.
And girls are especially… flexible in that department.
Anytime, anywhere, no limit on rounds.
With his looks—and marathon stamina—it was only natural women drooled over him.
"Besides my tongue I've got an even sweeter lollipop—want a taste?"
She replied instantly: "Naughty—it's the weekend; how about dinner out?"
From her speed and tone he could picture her beaming at her phone, practically bouncing as she waited.
Tonight's Military Training event was still on; for anyone else he might have hesitated.
No—if Qiao Yinyin had sent those photos he'd still have said yes in a heartbeat.
A real man simply can't hold back.
He nodded and typed: "Just finished drill. Send the address—I'll shower and head over."
Yu Xiaoxiao answered in another split second.
"Great. Let's eat at my place—saves time. I'll have food delivered."
"Fine by me. As long as I'm with you, even plain rice tastes amazing."
Jiang Cheng nimbly recycled the line Lin Qingxue had used on him earlier.
Apply what you learn—immediately!
Flattered, Xiaoxiao bombarded him with a dozen flying-kiss emojis.
Pocketing the phone, Jiang Cheng clapped each of the three roommates on the shoulder.
"You guys go ahead. I'm skipping tonight—cover for me with Instructor Ren."
Wu Kun blurted: "You heading out, bro? Word is tonight's drill show has some killer acts—plus sophomore seniors performing."
Wang Jian chimed in: "Yeah, a bunch of classes are mingling—great chance to scope other beauties."
Lu Chuan smirked at Wu Kun: "Counselor just told Kun if nobody volunteers for the talent bit, he's up."
"Ugh, I didn't want the spotlight—one move and the girls will bolt… What talent? Instant social death!" Wu Kun groaned.
"Haha, skip the chicks—I wanna watch your act. Record it for me; I'm not coming back tonight."
"Damn, bro, 'not coming back' is the key part."
"Sigh, I'm stuffed already—single dogs don't deserve dinner…"
After a few more jabs Jiang Cheng hit the dorm, took a five-minute shower, threw on clothes and headed for the parking lot.
Half an hour later the car pulled up to a mansion on the Bund.
He parked by the courtyard gate and punched in the unlock code.
The code had history—Xiaoxiao had set it herself.
He'd first guessed it might be her birthday or his.
Turned out it marked the day they first slept together.
The lock clicked open and he stepped inside.
Hearing the noise, Xiaoxiao hurried out of the kitchen.
Seeing him, she scampered over like a giddy girl.
About to hug him, she noticed her wet hands and instead rose on tiptoe to peck his lips.