Yu Ting?!
Those two characters hit Gu Qingqian's brain like a thunderclap.
She knew what that was for — her school's health ed class had covered it. It was… for preventing pregnancy after semen got into the uterus.
He… he'd driven here specifically for that!?
Was he really about to force himself on her this fast?
And he'd already planned to… to stick it in her pussy, then cum… cum inside her tiny uterus!?
Instantly, images of being penetrated flooded her mind.
Her little feet curled inside her white sneakers, legs clamping together instinctively, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
How could he!?
That's not what we agreed! We agreed on errands, laundry…
What if he tries something in the car right now?
Sure, they were on the road, but the car looked so high-end — from the outside, no one could see inside… If she screamed for help, would anyone hear?
Just as her imagination spiraled into full-blown terror, the driver's door opened.
Lin Feng climbed back in, holding a plastic bag.
"Give me your leg." His tone was completely emotionless.
That was the last straw.
Gu Qingqian's fear exploded in that instant.
"No! I won't!" She screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on, flailing her arms. "Don't come near me! If you force me, I'll… I'll die right here!"
Slap!
A crisp sound.
In the chaos, her soft palm accidentally smacked Lin Feng's face.
But she was tiny, her strength minimal, and it was a panicked hit — the slap landed with almost no force.
Still, that moment shocked Gu Qingqian into freezing.
She… she hit this terrifying man?
It's over…
She stared at her hand, then at Lin Feng, too scared to move, waiting for the storm.
Instead, Lin Feng just frowned, looking at her like she was an idiot.
"What's wrong with you?"
He shook the plastic bag, pulled out alcohol, cotton swabs, and a box of Band-Aids.
"I saw your knee scraped when you fell. Bought these to clean it and cover it. What were you thinking?"
Alcohol? Band-aids?
Gu Qingqian blinked, staring at the items, then glancing back at the pharmacy's LED sign…
Wait… not… not Yu Ting?
Her face instantly flushed crimson, as if it were bleeding.
So… she'd misunderstood!
God, Gu Qingqian! What the hell were you imagining!?
[Ding! Gu Qingqian misunderstood Host, experienced intense emotional contrast, Corruption Value +10, now 17!]
"Not what?" Lin Feng pressed, enjoying her mortified expression.
"N‑nothing!" She wanted to disappear. How could she say those two words out loud!? She waved her hands. "I… I'll do it myself!"
"Stop wasting time."
Lin Feng didn't bother arguing. He leaned over, warm, large hand wrapping around her slender calf.
The feel was surprisingly smooth and firm!
Even through the thin white ankle sock, he could clearly sense the amazing elasticity of youthful vitality — like premium warm jade, soft yet boneless.
Before she could react, he lifted her leg, resting it across his thigh.
It was a perfect leg.
Years of dancing gave her sleek, graceful lines, no extra flab, calf long and straight, skin glowing under the sock.
At the pale knee, a few scrapes from her fall oozed tiny drops of blood, stark against the whiteness, stirring an instinctive urge to protect.
Lin Feng unscrewed the alcohol and used tweezers to dip a cotton ball.
He worked intently, head down, carefully cleaning the wound.
The cold alcohol on broken skin brought a slight sting.
Gu Qingqian hissed instinctively, calf twitching.
"Don't move." Lin Feng didn't look up, voice firm, but his grip loosened slightly, as if afraid of hurting her.
His tone was still commanding, yet his actions were oddly gentle.
Gu Qingqian froze, not daring to move.
She stared at this man.
His head lowered, side profile sharp in the dim cabin light. Long lashes drooping, eyes focused entirely on her wound — he handled it like a priceless treasure.
He cleaned thoroughly, wiping away dust and blood with the alcohol swab, then switched to a fresh cotton swab, movements unbelievably delicate.
Gu Qingqian's gaze drifted to his cheek, where a faint red mark lingered from her slap.
A surge of guilt hit her.
After dressing the wound, Lin Feng peeled a cute cartoon band-aid and carefully applied it to her knee.
Only then did he look up, admiring his handiwork.
"There, that's better." His gaze traveled from her calf to her thigh, lips curving into a sly smile. "Such a pretty leg — if it scars, it'll be a drag to play with later."
Play… play with my leg!?
Gu Qingqian's brain went buzz, face burning like it was bleeding again.
He was going to play with her leg!? How!?
Was he… going to lick it!?
Her mind instantly conjured an extremely humiliating scene: Lin Feng, evil grin, holding her leg, tongue out like a puppy, starting at her toes, licking upward… continuing… until he reached her pussy, sucking on her clit, parting her shy petals, tongue delving into her pee hole, teasing her there.
"No!"
Gu Qingqian covered her face and screamed.
"No, what?" Lin Feng, of course, had heard her corrupt inner monologue and played dumb.
"N‑nothing!" She'd never admit those filthy thoughts — she shook her head wildly, wishing she could sink into the seat.
After a long pause, she took a deep breath, as if making a huge decision, then whispered to Lin Feng, "I'm… sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to."
"Sorry fixes everything?" Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, pointing to his cheek. "You slapped me. How do we settle that?"
"W‑what do you want then?" she asked timidly.
"Simple," Lin Feng leaned back, slow and smug. "I'll hit you back, and we'll call it even."