In front of Jiang Ling, Lin Xiaoyu usually didn’t show this kind of demeanor. She was almost always gentle and calm, never as unrestrained and brazen as she was right now.
She was even pinching Jiang Ling’s waist and raising her voice to interrogate her.
Jiang Ling had reason to suspect that the pair of glasses she had dug out somehow mysteriously stripped away Lin Xiaoyu’s humanity.
In other words — she wasn’t acting like a human being anymore!
Jiang Ling pouted, looking utterly aggrieved. She stared at the simple character Lin Xiaoyu was pointing to on the page and, after a long pause, finally managed to squeeze out one syllable:
“Ah…?”
She tentatively let out an “ah,” only to see Lin Xiaoyu lightly shake her head. The motion was small, but the meaning was unmistakable — wrong.
Or rather, not up to standard.
Jiang Ling’s brain spun at high speed, but she still couldn’t think of a way to bluff her way through. So, somewhat clumsily, she tried to recreate the embarrassing sound from earlier.
“Ah.”
But it had little effect, because Lin Xiaoyu continued to stare at her intently. Then the corner of her lips suddenly curved into a faint smile — the same gentle, slow demeanor as always — yet it instantly set off every alarm bell in Jiang Ling’s mind.
If nothing unexpected happened… something unexpected was definitely about to happen—
“As a teacher, I have an obligation to help my student.”
Lin Xiaoyu murmured the sentence in a soft, quiet voice. Her hand moved like a snake, smoothly undoing the simple clothes Jiang Ling was wearing. The dorm had air conditioning and the temperature was comfortable; she always dressed quite lightly.
“Wait — weren’t we just talking about lyric writing?”
Jiang Ling shook her head and pushed back, desperately trying to change the subject.
“Yes.” Lin Xiaoyu didn’t deny it. “So right now, I’m teaching you how to write lyrics.”
She paused, then added:
“Naughty students… get punished.”
For some reason, although Lin Xiaoyu’s expression barely changed when she said it, Jiang Ling could clearly sense an irrepressible trace of amusement hidden underneath.
This person was absolutely doing it on purpose!
By the time Jiang Ling was pressed against the desk and being kissed by Lin Xiaoyu, she suddenly remembered — the matter of her staying out all night and spinning a whole web of lies still hadn’t been settled.
Her head tilted back as she was kissed until she felt dizzy and muddled. Her body had lost all strength; she could only weakly cling to Lin Xiaoyu’s embrace, fingers curling against the tabletop, the corners of her eyes slightly damp.
Very regretful.
Extremely regretful right now!
If she could take a time machine back to that dark and windy night, Jiang Ling would still… resolutely choose to step through Shen Yue’s door.
After all — it was for NOVA!
Jiang Ling felt that familiar suffocating sensation again and resentfully realized that Lin Xiaoyu’s kissing skills had improved again. Who knows where she learned it from.
The tangle of lips and tongues gradually calmed.
“Pop… ha…”
Jiang Ling gasped for air. Looking at the completely unaffected Lin Xiaoyu in front of her, she gritted her teeth and asked:
“Have you secretly been watching adult films?”
“Mm. I just finished a pretty classic one yesterday.”
Lin Xiaoyu’s expression didn’t change at all; she even answered Jiang Ling’s question seriously.
Jiang Ling’s aggressive attitude softened considerably in the face of Lin Xiaoyu’s calm certainty.
“…What movie?”
She definitely didn’t mean she wanted to learn from it.
Seeing Jiang Ling’s eager-to-try expression, Lin Xiaoyu suddenly broke into a gentle smile and slid her hand toward the space between Jiang Ling’s legs.
“Detective Charlotte.”
At those words, Jiang Ling froze for a second. Then, realizing what Lin Xiaoyu was doing, she forced a stiff, fake smile and desperately tried to press down on Lin Xiaoyu’s hand.
Though it had basically no effect.
“You usually rely on stuff like this to…”
Halfway through the sentence, Jiang Ling couldn’t continue. She could only stare at Lin Xiaoyu with an indescribable expression and, under that half-smiling, half-not gaze, abruptly change the subject:
“Am I qualified now?”
When she was pinned down and kissed earlier, she had clearly let out more than one “ah.” Her ears were still burning.
“Hm… barely passing.”
Then Lin Xiaoyu gave an answer that sounded extremely punchable. Paired with her eternally icy face, the effect was amplified — so much so that Jiang Ling genuinely got anxious.
She reached up, trying to snatch the glasses off Lin Xiaoyu’s nose to end this sudden farce:
“That’s enough—”
Lin Xiaoyu didn’t dodge. She let Jiang Ling — face scrunched in determination — take the glasses off and toss them aside. Then she leaned down again.
Jiang Ling only felt a shadow looming over her. A slightly satisfied voice sounded beside her ear:
“Mm, this makes kissing much more convenient.”
She began planting light, scattered kisses. Her hand didn’t stop moving either, soon slipping between Jiang Ling’s thighs.
Earlier she could have continued directly, but seeing Jiang Ling’s helpless expression, she unconsciously slowed down and played a little push-and-pull game with her.
But now — no need anymore.
Straight to the point.
Lin Xiaoyu slowly leaned down. Her gaze fell on the necklace around Jiang Ling’s neck; something flickered in her eyes. She gently lifted the small dangling bell out of the way and pressed her lips to the fair skin beneath.
“It’s a bit in the way.”
Jiang Ling wiped the glistening moisture from her lips, feeling utterly disheveled in a way that was hard to describe.
She couldn’t beat her in a fight, and she couldn’t run away either.
After finally mustering some backbone, she was kissed until her head spun, and somehow got completely overwhelmed again — leaving her without even the last bit of strength.
“Shouldn’t the teacher-student play end now?!”
She straightened her messy clothes, pursed her lips, and glared at Lin Xiaoyu — who had removed her glasses. She noticed two faint, barely visible red marks on the bridge of Lin Xiaoyu’s nose and her voice softened with concern:
“Does it hurt?”
Feeling Jiang Ling gently rubbing her nose, Lin Xiaoyu thoughtfully shook her head.
This person really… doesn’t hold grudges at all.
Just moments ago Jiang Ling had been pinned down and subjected to this sudden teacher-student roleplay, yet the second she saw the red marks on Lin Xiaoyu’s nose, all her anger vanished and she came over to rub it gently.
Hiss… she’s somehow even cuter than before.
When they walked out of the room, Jiang Ling silently decided that she would not let Lin Xiaoyu see those glasses again anytime soon — otherwise she’d just get tormented all over again.
But the lyric-writing problem still hadn’t been solved. She was still that pitiful little girl struggling miserably over lyrics.
And thanks to Lin Xiaoyu’s earlier “hint,” Jiang Ling no longer had any desire to consult a Xinhua dictionary.
In the end, she could only dig out that so-called “速成班” (speed-learning course) app again and try to learn something from it. After scrolling for a while, a pop-up appeared: “Not 998, just 98!” She immediately darkened her face and closed the phone.
This kind of thing really can’t be trusted!
Jiang Ling was, after all, a university student. It wasn’t true that her mind was completely empty — she just didn’t know how to start writing, or how to write lyrics that would satisfy everyone.
Although Bai Xue had emphasized beforehand that she didn’t need to put so much pressure on herself, Jiang Ling couldn’t do it.
Jiang Ling was actually a very lazy person. She usually hated doing things and would procrastinate, but when something important came up, that sudden burst of perfectionism would emerge out of nowhere, clashing endlessly with her lazy side until her head felt like it was going to explode.
She sighed, deciding to go out for a walk. This was one of the rare ways she could recharge — because it didn’t require talking to anyone.
But she had only taken a few steps outside when she noticed a very strange man standing not far away.
Scruffy beard, disheveled clothes. He was staring fixedly at their dorm’s room number plate, muttering something under his breath.
Jiang Ling instinctively took a few steps back, afraid she had run into some bad person. She was about to turn around and go back inside when her eyes met his.
The moment he saw her, the man’s expression shifted from slight confusion to certainty. Then he gave a strange smile, turned abruptly, and walked away quickly.
This small incident left Jiang Ling feeling dazed. She stood frozen in place for a long time, not daring to take another step forward — even though the sun was blazing high.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she took out her phone and made a call.
“Song Meng… where are you?”