Then a message popped up — and it was a photo.
In the pic, Su Qingwen sat on her bed, pink bed curtains half-drawn, warm yellow light from above casting a soft halo over her loose hair.
She looked freshly showered, no makeup, skin fair and translucent with a slight dewy flush.
Her clear eyes, in the dim lighting, sparkled like a fawn's hiding stars, filled with nervous tension.
She wore a plain white camisole, the thin straps resting on her round shoulders, delicate collarbones exposed.
Her C‑cup chest wasn't as monumental as Counselor Qin Wanrou's, but for her slender, graceful frame, it was just right.
That gentle swell shaped the thin fabric into a tempting silhouette, blending innocent girl‑next‑door vibes with a lethal, unconscious sexiness.
Pure innocence and seduction — two opposites fused perfectly in her.
Right below the photo came another message:
Little Raindrop: This is me. If you're okay with it, we'll keep talking. If not, forget it.
Lin Feng stared at the photo, feeling all kinds of things.
Senior Sister has that little faith in herself?!
With looks and a body like that, plus that fresh-yet-alluring vibe, any guy would be into it.
And that's untouched first time on top of it.
He tamped down the heat in his gut, played it cool, and replied casually:
Ferry Me, Not Her: It's fine, kinda looks like my ex.
After confirming he'd seen it, Su Qingwen immediately withdrew the photo — like she was afraid he'd do something shady with it.
Nice privacy awareness.
Little Raindrop: I'm not your ex! I've never even dated a guy!
Little Raindrop: How old (long) are you?
Lin Feng thought for a sec, then tapped:
Ferry Me, Not Her: 25.
Little Raindrop: Not bad, I'm 19, not too big an age gap. At least you're not some creepy old man!
Su Qingwen seemed to relax.
The idea of being under someone her dad's age…
No thanks!
Ferry Me, Not Her: Centimeters.
On the other side, Su Qingwen was about to ask something else — then saw those two words.
Centimeters?
What centimeters?
She froze for two seconds, then snapped — he was talking about his penis… size.
Blood rushed to her head with a BOOM.
Little Raindrop: !!!!!!!!!!
Little Raindrop: I asked how OLD you are!
Lin Feng grinned at the screen — Senior Sister is funny.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Age is about the same.
That vague answer made her even more sure he was messing with her.
She took a deep breath, calmed her racing heart, and switched topics:
Little Raindrop: How tall are you?
Ferry Me, Not Her: 182 cm, 75 kg.
Seeing those numbers, Su Qingwen's mind instantly painted Lin Feng's figure.
He was roughly that tall, about that build…
Next second, a mortifying image flashed:
Dim hotel room — she's pinned under Lin Feng, long legs wrapped around his waist, eyes hazy, voice soft and pleading: "Senpai… go easy…"
Lin Feng kisses her gently, his deep voice husky with a teasing smile: "Senior, am I good?"
"Ah!"
Heat surged between her legs, a wet patch forming in her panties, nearly soaking through.
Her thighs clenched together, rubbing slightly.
No, no! Su Qingwen shook her head hard, banishing the scandalous vision.
It can't be the freshman — he said he's 25. Who drops ¥16,000 on a phone unless they're loaded? And yesterday she saw him using a cheap ¥1,000 phone; he's from a small town, definitely not rich.
Sigh… if only it were him.
After an epic mental battle, the craving for the new phone crushed her girlish pride.
Little Raindrop: Fine. But just one night. After that, we never saw each other again!
[Ding! Su Qingwen's Corruption Value +5! Current: 15!]
Predictable. Lin Feng's eyes gleamed, fingers tapping, pushing his luck:
Ferry Me, Not Her: So that night — no limit on rounds?
Su Qingwen's pupils shrank.
No limit?!
What did he mean?!
A terrifying thought hit her — was he bringing other people?!
Instantly, her mind painted a nightmare: her surrounded by multiple men, leering, forcing her to hold one, suck another, getting roughly penetrated while they fondle her clit, maybe even butt stuff…
No! Absolutely not! Too humiliating!
Little Raindrop: ???
Little Raindrop: W-What do you mean?! Just you! No one else!
Seeing her panic, Lin Feng nearly laughed.
What's she imagining?!
Ferry Me, Not Her: You're overthinking. I mean, a ¥16,000 phone — can't only play once, that's too expensive. Even a hot model costs a few grand a night, and they know what they're doing.
That cold truth doused her fantasies and the last shred of pride.
Yeah… ¥16,000… to him, she was just a price-tagged product.
She bit her lip till it almost bled.
Little Raindrop: F-Fine… do it as many times as you want. I'll leave at sunrise!
Gotcha. Lin Feng's heart leapt; he pressed his advantage:
Ferry Me, Not Her: But I call the positions. Whatever pose I say, you do it.
In his mind, an intense image formed —
On a hotel king bed, Su Qingwen, naked, back to him, hands gripped behind her, forced to twist toward him. Her innocent-yet-humiliated face, soft black hair swaying with each thrust, scattered on white sheets — a visual contrast, chef's kiss.
Sigh—! Lin Feng's body tensed again.
The screen stayed silent for a long time before one word appeared:
Little Raindrop: Hmm.
That hmm seemed to drain her of all strength.
Lin Feng knew to stop pushing — locked in time:
Ferry Me, Not Her: Tonight, then?!
Little Raindrop: I'm still in college, and dorms get checked at night. I'll let you know the exact time.
With that, "Little Raindrop's" avatar went dark.
She was offline.