YES!
Lin Feng knew — this deal was basically in the bag!
But amid the excitement, he broke into a cold sweat. He'd been way too eager, talking without thinking.
He didn't even have the phone yet. What if Su Qingwen really agreed to meet tonight? He'd have nothing to give her — instant exposure!
He quickly switched back to the shopping app, found that baby-pink top-spec phone, and tapped Buy Now without hesitation.
The next second, a pop-up:
[The "Baby Pink – Top Spec" you selected is temporarily out of stock. Immediate shipment available if you purchase official screen insurance.]
"Son of a—!" Lin Feng cursed under his breath. Total bait-and-switch pricing.
But the arrow was nocked — had to fire.
Grinding his teeth, he checked the ¥1,000+ screen insurance. Only then did the checkout page work.
[Payment successful! Your order is estimated to arrive tomorrow at 9 AM!]
Done. Lin Feng sighed in relief and stuffed his phone back in his pocket.
Just then, the class bell rang — ding-ding-ding — and the dull room sprang to life.
The girls chatted in little groups, all chattering and filing out.
Lin Feng stretched, ready to leave, when a warm, melodious voice called him:
"Lin Feng, wait a sec!"
It was Counselor Qin Wanrou.
The girls at the door all turned, their eyes instantly locking on him — sympathy, surprise, and mostly curiosity.
A few bold ones flipped their hair, angling for their "best side," eyes throwing subtle hooks his way.
"Counselor!" Lin Feng's heart skipped.
He'd been too busy chatting with Su Qingwen to listen to a single word of class. Now getting singled out, he felt guilty as hell, but walked over anyway.
Soon, the nosy crowd left, leaving just Lin Feng and Qin Wanrou alone in the huge classroom.
"What's up, Lin Feng?" Her voice was soft and pleasant. "You seemed distracted in class — aren't you feeling well?"
Without missing a beat, she reached out her fair, slender hand and gently touched his forehead.
Her fingers were cool, smooth, slightly damp — the contact sent a jolt through him.
Qin Wanrou was only a little over 5'3", so standing in front of 6'0" Lin Feng, she had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes.
Her already-ample chest stretched that white blouse tight, and the tilting motion pulled it to its absolute limit.
Pop!
The top button actually burst apart from the pressure!
Lin Feng, looking down, got an uninterrupted view of the scenery in front of him.
Two big mounds pressed together, rising and falling with her breath.
The white lace bra was stuffed to capacity, barely containing everything — it looked like it could snap any second and spill out entirely.
At that range, he could even catch a faint, unique milky scent drifting into his nose, making his head spin.
"Huh, it's not even hot…" Qin Wanrou didn't notice the missing button.
She pulled her hand back, still concerned. "What's wrong? Family trouble?"
As she moved her arms, those astonishing curves quivered slightly, showing off their genuine elasticity and heavy weight.
For a college freshman full of testosterone, the impact of that mature, curvaceous body was massive.
Lin Feng finally understood why people talked about "Mengde-level temptation."
Anyone would cave.
"I-I'm fine!" He forced his eyes away and explained, "Just an old high school classmate messaging me. I'll pay attention in class from now on, I promise!"
"Good." Qin Wanrou smiled warmly. "If you ever have problems, let me know. Even though I don't teach, I still care about your life and studies here."
"Thanks, counselor, I will!" Lin Feng nodded quickly.
Then his gaze slid — against his will — back to her chest.
He noticed two coin-sized, faint wet patches at the highest point of her white shirt.
In the indoor light, the damp spots shimmered vaguely.
Is that… milk leakage?!
"Counselor Qin, you have…" He pointed, then thought better of it, stopping mid-sentence.
"Hmm?" She followed his gaze, looked down, and saw the two obvious stains.
Boom! Her face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple.
Leaking milk in front of a student?! Mortifying!
Worse, the breast pump was still in her office. To fix this, she'd have to walk halfway across campus.
From the teaching building to the office — over ten minutes.
If other students saw her on the way, especially those energetic guys…
She was so ashamed she wanted the floor to swallow her.
"Ah!" She gasped, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest.
But those two mountains were huge — impossible to hide.
As she squeezed, even more soft flesh spilled out from the sides, impossibly plush and springy.
Honestly, they weren't much smaller than a volleyball.
Lin Feng did a quick mental estimate — even with his basketball-cradling hand, covering one completely would be tough. And judging by that elasticity, all five fingers would sink right in.
He glanced around, saw the classroom was empty, and made a snap decision.
He strode to the doors, shut them both, and locked them from the inside.
Click. The space was sealed off.
Turning to the panicked Qin Wanrou, he said, "Counselor Qin, while no one's around — I'll help you!"
He started reaching for his backpack zipper.
In Jiangcheng, autumn mornings and nights were chilly, so he always kept an extra jacket in his bag.
His intention was simple — wrap her in the jacket so she could walk to the office without anyone noticing.
After all, she was his counselor. Thinking about it was fine, but actually laying hands on her? Suicide.
But with her sensitivity level at 90, every word and action sounded totally different to Qin Wanrou.
He… locked the door!
He said… while no one's around!
He wants… to help her… suck?!
Those words pieced together into an image that made her blush furiously and her heart race.