Her pure, innocent face combined with that explosive, bombshell body created the ultimate contrast.
Every male student waiting for the bus or passing by was practically hypnotized. Eyes went wide, stares turned vacant, and Adam's apples bobbed in unison.
One couple walked past, and the guy reflexively double-took at Zhou Xiaomeng; his girlfriend caught him instantly. Seething with jealousy, she pinched a sensitive chunk of fat on his waist and gave it a vicious twist.
"Ow—! What was that for?!"
"Don't 'what' me! What are you looking at?!"
"Nothing! Nothing, babe! I was just... wondering why the bus is taking so long..." The guy grimaced in pain but still managed one last sneaky peek over his shoulder.
Zhou Xiaomeng obviously wasn't waiting for a bus. She was waiting for Lin Feng to pick her up to go car shopping.
However, standing directly at the school gate was too conspicuous—anyone with half a brain would know she was waiting for a ride, and she didn't want to be recognized.
That's why she'd moved to the bus stop, blending in as just another student waiting for public transit.
Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a message from Chen Mo.
Ever since yesterday, when Lin Feng had pinned her to the bed and ground his thick rod against her tender folds, she'd been feeling... off.
Her body felt perpetually feverish, especially deep down in that spot; it was a constant, phantom itch, like ten thousand ants were crawling inside her.
No matter how much she rubbed her "little pearl" against a pillow, she couldn't shake that hollow, restless ache.
Even more annoying was the fact that Lin Feng's smirking, handsome face was popping up in her head way more often than her actual boyfriend, Chen Mo.
In fact, the moment she'd gotten back to the dorm yesterday, her first instinct was to text Lin Feng to let him know she was safe. That kind of treatment used to be reserved exclusively for Chen Mo.
She opened WeChat with a distracted sigh.
[Chen Mo]: Baby, I don't have class this afternoon. Let's go to the beach! I've got a surprise for you!
Seeing the word "surprise," Zhou Xiaomeng's brow furrowed.
In the past, she would have reacted like a little girl, full of starry-eyed anticipation for flowers, a candlelit dinner, or some thoughtful trinket. She would've drowned in that impractical romance.
But now, for some reason, it just felt... childish.
Cheap, even.
Compared to Lin Feng—who dropped thousands in transfers and casually offered to buy her a car worth hundreds of thousands—these "surprises" felt like empty gestures of self-satisfaction. Only kids liked that stuff.
"Sigh... Chen Mo, oh Chen Mo... when are you finally going to grow up?" she murmured to herself.
Involuntarily, her mind began to wander. What would Lin Feng do?
He'd probably... show up in a luxury car, whisk her away to one of those high-end restaurants she'd only seen online where the bill hits four figures per person.
Then, he'd take her to the top floor of a five-star hotel, into a presidential suite overlooking the entire city.
They'd stand by a massive floor-to-ceiling window, sipping expensive red wine while the city lights glittered below.
And then... he'd wrap his arms around her from behind. His hot palms would ruthlessly slide under her shirt to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples.
He'd strip her bare and press her heavy chest against the cold glass, forcing her areolas into pink floral patterns against the pane.
Outside, the city would be bustling with thousands of people, but inside, with their fingers locked together, he'd use the most primal, savage strength to bury himself deep inside her, thrusting wildly until her breasts flattened against the glass again and again, leaving "frost-flower" prints of pink on the cold surface.
Just the thought made her body flush. That internal itch became unbearable, and a sweet nectar began to seep out, dampening her panties as it waited for a bee to come collect. The sticky sensation made her shift her hips, her legs clamping tight as she rhythmically rubbed her damp petals together.
A tiny, muffled whimper escaped her lips. This... this is the adult world.
But then, reality hit. Her pale face turned a scorched red, and even the tips of her ears glowed a cute pink. She shook her head violently, her long hair swinging in a lively arc as if trying to physically eject those shameful images.
"Agh! No!"
She balled her hands into tiny fists and gave her temples a frustrated little bonk.
"Zhou Xiaomeng! Snap out of it! What are you thinking?! You have a boyfriend!"
She puffed out her cheeks and scolded the air in a whisper. She looked half-annoyed, half-adorable.
"Yesterday... yesterday was just an act! Just to get Lin Feng to buy the car! Once I have the keys, I'm cutting him off. Total radio silence!"
She didn't want anyone to know she'd traded her dignity for cash. This dangerous, corrupt relationship had to end.
Feeling a sense of relief—as if a massive weight had been lifted—she tapped out a quick reply to Chen Mo: "Can't today, baby! I've got some stuff to do. I won't be back until tonight!"
[Chen Mo]: Tonight's fine! I'll wait for you at the beach!
[Mengmeng]: Okay, but you might be waiting a while, so don't be mad!
[Chen Mo]: I won't, don't worry baby!
Ending the chat with Chen Mo helped settle her nerves. Right then, a metallic, shimmering Yangwang U8 glided silently to the curb at the bus stop and came to a halt. The body was a two-tone gold and red wrap that gleamed in the sun like Iron Man's armor—futuristic, powerful, and intimidating.
It was the pinnacle of domestic luxury SUVs—the Yangwang U8!
"Holy shit! A Yangwang U8?!"
"No way, for real? I've only seen these online! It looks even crazier in person!"
"Look at the badge! It's gold! I heard that solid gold badge option alone costs like a hundred grand!"
"People say Range Rover drivers might just be faking it, but whoever's driving this is a top-tier billionaire, hands down!"
"Who's it picking up?"
"Whoever this big shot is coming for... she's definitely something special. Wonder which department's 'goddess' she is..."
The crowd of students exploded. Every eye was glued to the beast of a car. Gasps and excited whispers echoed through the air.
Zhou Xiaomeng noticed the car too, but after a quick, impressed glance, she looked away. She craned her neck, scanning the street for any sign of Lin Feng.
Just then, her phone rang. It was a voice call from Save Me Not Her.
She answered immediately, her voice instinctively turning sweet and honeyed. "Hello? Big brother? I'm here at the bus stop. Where are you?"
She stood on her tiptoes, looking around as she spoke.
On the other end, Lin Feng's voice came through, short and to the point:
"Get in."