"Wow! The male god is so cool—but also soooo hot!"
"Did you see his eyes just now? Total domineering CEO vibes! I'm in love!"
"He's way hotter than that Xianxia drama male lead! In person, his aura's even better!"
"Ahhh! Did he just look at me!?"
"Dream on! He was looking over here!"
Lin Feng tuned out the fangirl chatter behind him and walked straight out of the classroom toward the cafeteria.
He grabbed a random meal, sat in a corner, and his phone vibrated. A WeChat from Jiang Xiaoya.
It's Xiaoya: Ferry Bro, Newspaper Section B in the library! I'm already here~
Attached was a photo.
In the picture, the huge newspaper reading area was empty, rows of towering newspaper racks with not a soul in sight.
Not many people read newspapers these days, and at lunchtime it felt especially desolate and quiet.
Ferry Me, Not Her: Mm, I'll be there after I eat.
Just thinking about Jiang Xiaoya's little siren act and that cat-ear outfit from yesterday made Lin Feng's body tense and a warm heat stir low in his belly.
His message had barely sent when Jiang Xiaoya replied instantly.
It's Xiaoya: Brother, I've left the main door to the section slightly ajar—the lock's just hanging there, not actually locked. Come in and sit right here to wait for me, okay?
Then she sent another photo, a close‑up of a seat tucked beside a corner bookshelf.
"She even assigned me a seat?"
Lin Feng looked at the photo, a playful smirk curling his lips.
"What kind of trick does this little minx have up her sleeve?"
He wolfed down his food—his body's fire was getting harder to suppress.
He sent back an "OK" hand gesture, then stood and strode toward the library…
The library was its usual quiet self, the occasional rustle of pages and soft footsteps breaking the silence.
He passed through the first‑floor lobby, followed the signs, and found the corner Newspaper Section B.
Sure enough, a heavy wooden door was slightly ajar, a shiny, large lock hanging on it, but not actually secured.
Lin Feng chuckled to himself—this sly little fox really knew how to pick a spot.
He gently pushed the door open, slipped inside, and pulled it shut, letting the lock click back into place.
From the outside, it looked locked—no one would come in.
The section was dim, the air thick with the distinctive smell of old newsprint and ink.
Rows of ceiling‑high newspaper racks sealed the space off into a world of its own.
Following Jiang Xiaoya's photo, Lin Feng quickly found the seat at the deepest corner—a standalone reading table backed by a row of thick hardcover periodicals, an incredibly secluded spot.
He pulled out the chair and tossed his backpack on the table.
Dead silence around him, save for the thumping of his own heart.
He glanced around—aside from the shelves, not a single soul in sight.
Where the hell was Jiang Xiaoya?
He took a photo of the surroundings and sent it to her.
Ferry Me, Not Her: I'm here. Where are you?
The moment the message is sent—
Bzzz~
A WeChat notification rang out… from underneath the table in front of him!
Lin Feng froze.
The reading table was large, covered by a thick dark brown cloth that hung down, completely hiding the space beneath.
Curious, he bent down, lifted a corner of the cloth.
The next second, his pupils contracted sharply!
Crammed into that tiny space under the table was Jiang Xiaoya, curled up like a cat waiting to be found.
In her hand was her phone, the screen showing the photo he'd just sent.
"Jiang Xiaoya? What the—?" Lin Feng was completely stunned.
Seeing his shocked face, Jiang Xiaoya immediately put a slender finger to her lips, gesturing shh, then lowered her voice with a hint of pride and coquetry:
"Shh… Brother, keep it down, I'm here… waiting just for you!"
She wore an oversized white long hoodie that fell just above her thighs, rocking the trendy "no pants" look.
Her pretty chestnut wavy hair spilled loosely, making her delicately done pure‑yet‑sexy makeup even more enchanting.
Because she was crouching, the hoodie's neckline gaped slightly, and from above, Lin Feng could glimpse the breathtaking deep cleavage pushed out by her D‑cups.
Seeing Lin Feng's shock, Jiang Xiaoya knew her "surprise" had hit the mark.
A surge of joy filled her, and her boldness grew.
She tilted her head up, her big watery eyes gazing at Lin Feng with adoration, then slowly extended her hands and gently placed them on his thighs.
Lin Feng was wearing loose athletic shorts.
Those soft, boneless little hands pressed against his skin, cool and slick, creeping slowly, tentatively upward.
Sss—!
Lin Feng inhaled sharply, his body instantly tensing!
Wherever those hands passed, it felt like an electric current shot through him, making his scalp tingle!
Instinctively, he tried to close his legs, but reason told him not to move.
If he showed any sign of enjoyment or impatience, Jiang Xiaoya would look down on him!
Soon, those restless hands met in the central area of his shorts.
Through the thin fabric, Jiang Xiaoya's fingers lightly brushed against his cock.
Her hand froze for a moment, then her eyes widened with disbelief and wild joy.
She automatically measured with her hand.
Then she looked up at him, her voice dreamy and trembling:
"Brother… how… how big are you!?"
Lin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed; he ground out a number through clenched teeth: "Twenty‑five centimeters."
"Twenty‑five!?"
Jiang Xiaoya's beautiful eyes instantly went wide, her breathing quickening.
Her hand deftly slipped under the fabric, grasping his cock, moving up and down.
It won't close!
She couldn't even wrap her fingers halfway around it!
This… this was insane!
She'd only seen sizes like this in those overseas "study materials" you needed to jump a firewall to access!
People always said Chinese guys were much smaller than Western men—she'd just drooled over videos, indulging in unrealistic fantasies.
But never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she'd encounter it in real life, right here, right now!
In that moment, she felt like an explorer who'd unearthed a priceless treasure, her heart pounding furiously from the thrill and excitement!