Su Zhiyi hadn't completely dried the ends of her hair; the damp strands hung at the small of her back, soaking through the silk fabric, and a cool sensation crept up from her tailbone, mingling with fiery pleasure that stimulated her nerves.
Though no one was showering, the faint sound of water still echoed in the cramped, shabby rented room.
It wasn't just the water echoing.
There were also two... soft gasps.
Su Zhiyi had already removed her makeup.
She was even more beautiful without it—her light brown eyes were round like a kitten's, her lashes thick and dense, slightly curled, and her lips were full like delicate, freshly bloomed petals.
She had a gentle, obedient look—the kind of pure, sweet, white moonlight beauty that everyone would like.
Now, those beautiful eyes were veiled with a misty layer of water, her lips were a shade more vivid, and her cheeks were flushed with an alluring blush.
Leaning against the pillow at the head of the bed, she held her phone and typed back to the person on the other end.
[Song Lian: Are you home?]
[Su Zhiyi: I'm home, just took a shower, lying in bed resting.]
[Song Lian: A friend just sent me two posts from our academy forum about you.]
[Song Lian: Do you want me to delete them for you?]
One of those two posts was probably the one where the rich boy confessed to her, and the other was the one she had deliberately created during the day, about her and Su Qinghuai.
The first post didn't matter; the second one she had orchestrated—the people in the thread had already noticed she was driven home in a luxury car, which was enough.
As for the rumors about her and Su Qinghuai?
Anyway, the rumors were all saying she had taken a liking to Su Qinghuai and was treating him like her dog—no one realized the car belonged to Su Qinghuai.
It didn't matter; that wasn't her goal.
Delete them if you want; she had already achieved her objective.
[Su Zhiyi: Huh? Posts about me? I haven't checked the forum.]
[Su Zhiyi: If they're bad posts, then delete them.]
[Song Lian: Yeah, they're bad, spreading rumors about you. I won't show you.]
[Song Lian: Done, already deleted.]
[Su Zhiyi: Thanks for your hard work, Brother Song~]
[Song Lian: By the way, there's something else I want to ask you.]
"Ah..."
Su Zhiyi had just typed "What is it," but before she could send it, a sudden numbing sensation spread from her spine to every nerve.
That disobedient dog... had bitten her.
The unexpected pleasure made her hand holding the phone unsteady, nearly dropping it, but she managed to grip it in time.
Her pale fingertips tinged with pink trembled as she pressed the send button several times before finally sending the message.
Once the message was sent, she said in a mix of shame and anger, "What are you doing!"
She tossed the phone aside and grabbed Su Qinghuai's hair, her arms weak and limp. Su Qinghuai still lifted his head, his cold, clear eyes meeting hers directly.
Su Qinghuai's face was equally flushed, no longer the cold academic genius who only solved problems like during the day; lust spread over his cool features, his lips stained with an unknown liquid.
Just like that, looking at Su Zhiyi, he stuck out his tongue and licked the liquid off his lips.
His tongue disappeared between his lips, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
"You're not focused." With a face full of lust yet still cold, Su Qinghuai spoke in a hoarse, aggressive voice, "Who are you chatting with?"
Su Zhiyi was very displeased with Su Qinghuai's remark that sounded like a main wife's jealous accusation; the blush on her face faded considerably.
Instead of getting angry, she laughed: "Guess who I'm chatting with?"
"..." Su Qinghuai didn't speak.
"Don't guess too much. I'm chatting with Song Lian." Su Zhiyi didn't drag it out with Su Qinghuai and directly mentioned Song Lian's name.
This didn't appease Su Qinghuai; instead, it seemed to make his mood sink further.
His hand gripping Su Zhiyi's ankle suddenly tightened, his scorching palm rubbing against her delicate, flushed skin. The burning heat spread from her ankle, and Su Zhiyi couldn't help but shiver, collapsing onto the blanket behind her.
"Mm... what are you doing!"
Su Qinghuai's voice was hoarse, his cold tone pressing down, revealing a hint of danger, as if he was gritting his teeth: "At a time like this... you're chatting with someone else?"
"What do you mean 'someone else'?" Su Zhiyi wasn't afraid of Su Qinghuai's anger at all and stubbornly retorted, "At least he has a bit more status than you. He's my..."
The renewed stimulation turned the second half of her sentence, deliberately targeting Su Qinghuai, into a pathetic whimper.
Really... as restless as a dog.
Su Zhiyi slightly regretted bringing Su Qinghuai home.
*
The clock struck midnight, at the Song residence.