"Alright, stop being all sexy—there's still someone waiting for you out there!" Lin Feng shoved the clingy Jiang Xiaoya off him.
He pulled out his phone, found her WeChat, and straight-up transferred her 13 grand.
"Ten grand's for today, the other three's from yesterday. Take it and spend—hit me up if it's not enough!" He waggled his phone, tone casual but dripping with that alpha energy.
"Mm, thanks, dearie!"
Jiang Xiaoya heard the transfer alert but didn't rush to check it. Instead, she spun around and straddled Lin Feng's lap, her smooth, cool skin sliding against his thighs.
She looped her arms around his neck and purred, "By the way, I still don't know your name!"
"Lin Feng, Chinese Lit major." His hands naturally landed on her slim waist, giving it a light, teasing rub. "But don't tell anyone, got it?"
For all her curvy figure, her waist was surprisingly slender—he could easily feel the outline of her hip bones. And below those bones? A plump, perfectly round ass with insane bounce.
"Don't worry, Lin Feng, I won't tell a soul!" Jiang Xiaoya grinned, face brimming with smug satisfaction.
She now knew the real name of Ferry Me, Not Her! Meanwhile, Zhou Xiaomeng was still just some online mystery!
Between the two of them, who was closer to Lin Feng? Crystal clear.
Game, set, match.
Suddenly, she leaned in close, breath warm against his ear, and asked in a sultry whisper, "Also… bro, are you super into… playing with other people's girlfriends?"
Why would she say that?
Lin Feng's heart skipped—felt like she'd just read his deepest, darkest kink.
"'Cause I can feel it," Jiang Xiaoya said with a sly smile. "When that Zhao Xiaodong showed up earlier, you got real twitchy—as you'd never done this before. I just gave your glans a tiny lick, and you damn near jumped out of your skin. So cute!"
"Next time I'll play with you right in front of your classmates—let's see how you react!" Lin Feng felt a flush of embarrassment and shot back, half‑annoyed.
"Relax, bro." Far from scared, Jiang Xiaoya blinked at him and dropped a lethal temptation. "Mengmeng's got a boyfriend, too. I can help you make that wish come true!"
What a little demon!
Lin Feng cursed inwardly.
She'd zeroed in on his exact tastes and had him wrapped around her finger.
But…
Girls this smart and accommodating? He was into it.
He checked his phone—already past 1 p.m. Pretty soon, students would start trickling back from lunch, and there was no telling if someone might wander into this obscure newspaper section.
Wanting to avoid more complications, he gave Jiang Xiaoya's perky ass a solid pinch.
The feel? Chef's kiss. Like squeezing top‑grade jelly wrapped in silk—soft yet springy, with insane elasticity. Impossible to put down.
"Meow~"
Jiang Xiaoya shivered like a cat whose tail was stepped on, letting out an irresistibly seductive squeak, and slid right off his lap.
She grabbed the table, cheeks flushed, breathing quickly.
Apparently, that spot was her weakness—just one hard pinch, and she was already melting, her pussy starting to drip.
"Alright, go explain to your Zhao Xiaodong, don't leave the poor guy waiting—lunch's gonna get cold!" Lin Feng laughed at her state.
"Got it! Don't worry, I know exactly what to do!"
Jiang Xiaoya grinned, gave him a I‑get‑you look, quickly straightened her slightly messy white hoodie, and slipped into the bookshelf area.
Moments later, Lin Feng heard her slightly exaggerated, overly surprised voice outside:
"Huh? Zhao Xiaodong? Since when did you get here? You scared me!"
Lin Feng knew it was time to dip.
He stood, straightened his clothes, and walked out from the corner.
Passing the newspaper section entrance, he saw Jiang Xiaoya standing in front of Zhao Xiaodong, now the picture of a cool, aloof goddess, face perfectly balanced between distant and mildly annoyed, giving him the bare minimum of attention.
"Xiaoya, did you eat lunch? I brought some of your favorite…"
Zhao Xiaodong was holding out his lunchbox with an eager smile. Spotting Lin Feng emerging, he politely nodded.
Lin Feng returned the nod with a calm smile, then brushed past him.
He knew full well this poor simp had no clue his goddess, if her appetite were any smaller, would've already eaten and drunk her fill just moments ago.
After leaving the library, Lin Feng noticed something—girls were eyeing him even more than before.
A lot of them, passing him from behind, couldn't resist glancing back, some even whispering to friends, faces tinged with shy blush.
"Guess that's the +5 charisma kicking in!"
Lin Feng was feeling pretty good. His previous charm stat was 82; now it was 87. By the system's harsh rating standards, that was a jump from "kind of hot" to "seriously hot."
"Time to claim that Yangwang the system rewarded me yesterday."
He figured that with no afternoon classes, he could take the car out for a spin.
Following his phone's navigation, he quickly found his ride in a roadside parking spot just outside campus.
Being the luxury version, the pure‑gold "Yangwang" emblem gleamed in the sun, and the gold‑and‑red body had sleek, dominating lines bursting with futuristic tech vibes—an absolute head‑turner.
A few guys were already gathered around, snapping pics, looking equal parts hyped and jealous.
Girls who didn't know cars mostly recognized only flashy supercars, but the guys knew—the Yangwang U8's credentials were terrifyingly impressive.
Under all those envious and baffled stares, Lin Feng strolled over, pulled out his phone, and tapped the car door lightly.
Beep!
Door unlocked.
He opened it and hopped in.
The crowd of onlookers erupted.
"Holy crap! That car's his!?"
"Badass! NFC unlock with his phone—definitely the owner!"
"Man, I thought it was some prof or local big shot's ride, not a student!"
"What the—driving a Yangwang U8 to class? His family owns a coal mine or something!?"
Lin Feng sat in the cabin, drinking in their amazement. His hands glided over the leather steering wheel, sinking into the plush, comfy seats—damn, this car was sweet.
Still, cruising alone felt like something was missing.
He thought for a sec, then hit "call" on Su Qingwen's number.