The words had barely left her mouth when the headlights of the show-stopping Yangwang U8 next to her flashed twice—flash, flash.
In that instant, Zhou Xiaomeng felt as if an invisible giant hand had squeezed her heart, sending it into a frantic, pounding rhythm!
BOOM!
Her mind went completely blank.
So... this top-tier beast of a car, the one making everyone green with envy, was being driven by Big Brother! And... he was actually here for her?!
The mere thought that she was about to climb into the passenger seat under the shocked, jealous stares of the entire crowd sent a massive, indescribable wave surging through her body. Tension, shyness, and a massive hit of vanity gave her goosebumps from head to toe!
She took a deep breath, forcing her racing heart to settle. She brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear with practiced nonchalance, then stepped out. She walked toward the U8 with what she felt was her most elegant, captivating stride.
With every step, she could feel a thousand burning gazes on her back. She felt like a celebrity walking the red carpet! She could practically hear their thoughts: Who is that girl? Why her?
God, it felt good.
She pulled the door open, revealing the ultra-luxury interior. Zhou Xiaomeng gave Lin Feng a sweet, bashful smile from the driver's seat before bending over to get in. The movement caused the T-shirt to stretch tight across the explosive curves of her heavy breasts. She intentionally paused for a second before sliding inside.
As the door began to hiss shut, she even flashed a triumphant, reserved smile at the slack-jawed students outside.
Slap!
The door had barely latched when Lin Feng's large hand landed unceremoniously on Zhou Xiaomeng's thigh, rubbing it boldly. He could feel the tightness and smoothness of her skin—it was full of youthful elasticity.
His hand didn't stop. Following the curve of her rounded thigh, it slid familiarly under the hem of her skirt, finding the warm, delicate petals of her pussy. Every now and then, he'd flick his thumb against her sensitive "little pearl."
"Nngh...!"
Zhou Xiaomeng's body gave a violent jolt. A bolt of electricity shot from her core straight to her brain. But she didn't move to stop the hand wreaking havoc under her skirt. Instead, she turned her gaze toward the window, acting as if nothing was happening.
Watching the students who still hadn't recovered from the shock, she basked in their envy. It was a level of satisfaction she'd never known. Once I have my own car, they'll be even more jealous!
In that moment, her plan to "cut ties" with Lin Feng started to feel a lot less urgent.
"What kind of panties are you wearing today? Let me see."
Lin Feng smirked, kneading the sensitive soft flesh of her inner thigh.
"Just... just normal ones..." Zhou Xiaomeng's face turned as red as a ripe apple.
Biting her lip, she shyly reached down with both hands and slowly hiked up her tennis skirt. As the fabric rose, the hidden landscape was unveiled inch by inch.
First came her long, straight legs. They weren't skinny or bony; they were lush and full of youthful vigor. Her skin glowed white in the car's interior light—flawless and incredibly soft. The lines were tight and smooth, possessing a stunning, elastic texture.
As the skirt rose further, it revealed a pair of pure white cotton panties. There was no lace or fancy embroidery, which only served to highlight her unrefined, girlish innocence.
The slight swell between her legs invited endless imagination.
The thin side-straps dug slightly into her hips, creating a sharp contrast against her pale skin that made her look even more delicate.
The whole sight was like a piece of hard candy that had just been unwrapped—pure, sweet, and making him want to pop her into his mouth immediately to taste that unique sweetness.
Even though Lin Feng had seen and touched every inch of her—even though he'd ruthlessly fingered her "inner membrane" before—voluntarily lifting her skirt for his inspection felt like the first time all over again. She was incredibly shy and nervous. Just the act itself made her feel sticky down below.
"Hmm. Plain colors suit you. You're such a little ditz, it's cute," Lin Feng said, tracing a finger over the white fabric.
His middle index finger slid down the center seam, expertly finding the cleft. Through the thin layer of cotton, he began to rub back and forth with just the right amount of pressure.
Zhou Xiaomeng was still holding her skirt up. Lin Feng hadn't told her to drop it, so she didn't dare. She kept her head down, watching his finger work its magic against her folds.
Every time he brushed over the little pearl at the top, it felt like a tug on her heartstrings—shame and fear mixed with a growing, hidden anticipation.
She felt like a toy being inspected by its owner, completely stripped of her ability to resist, forced to passively endure it all.
"I'm not a ditz! I'm not stupid!" she protested in a soft, pouting whisper. It seemed that compared to him playing with her pussy, she cared more about her "image" in his heart.
"Calling you a ditz is a compliment," Lin Feng laughed, his hand never stopping. "I don't like women who try to be too clever all the time. It feels fake. You... you make me feel grounded."
As he spoke, he pressed his fingertip firmly into the cleft and hooked downward. The white fabric was instantly pressed into a distinct little pit.
He's in!
Zhou Xiaomeng's eyes went wide, and her body shuddered. Big Brother's finger is pushing inside!
Even though there was still a layer of cloth between them, the hardness and pressure of his fingertip told her clearly that he was closing in on her final, soft line of defense.
A wave of tingling heat exploded through her, turning her limbs to jelly. Her lower belly tightened, and her breath became hot and ragged.
Deep down, a voice was craving it—hoping Lin Feng would really go in this time, rather than just teasing her like before. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She'd told herself this was just an act, so why... why was she becoming the one who actively wanted it?!
"So... is Big Brother praising me then?" she asked, trying to suppress the surge of impulse. Her face was flushed, and her voice was soft and sweet, almost like she was acting spoiled.
"Of course. Except for one thing..." Lin Feng trailed off, intentionally frowning.
The expression made Zhou Xiaomeng's heart leap into her throat.
"Except what? Big Brother, tell me! I can change!" she asked urgently.
Lin Feng smiled. "It's not a big deal, it's just... this area needs a little 'grooming.'"
As he spoke, his finger hooked the edge of the white panties and pulled them slowly downward.