Volume 1 Chapter 181: LSP
It was rare, but this weekend, Zhang Shaoqing didn't leave the dormitory.
Because of the strict rules at home, he usually had to go back every weekend, staying for a short half-day or as long as two days. However, it was already noon, and he was still sitting calmly in front of his computer, showing no intention of leaving.
Ning Chu had eaten half of her lunch. She stood up, carrying her takeout box, and placed it on Wen Yang's desk.
"Why don't you eat more meat?"
Wen Yang glanced at the lunch box and saw that there was still a large portion of meat left.
"It's too greasy; I can't eat it."
Ning Chu had originally thought that eating more might help her grow taller. But judging by the current situation, forget about growing taller—she'd be lucky if she didn't shrink.
She didn't have a big appetite to begin with, so she decided to leave more meat for Wen Yang to replenish his strength.
Stretching lazily, Ning Chu turned back to ask Zhang Shaoqing, "It's already noon. Why haven't you left yet?"
"You're just waiting for me to leave, huh?"
"Not at all."
Having just finished her meal, she felt a bit drowsy. Stretching again, she turned to Wen Yang and asked, "What about you? Are you still working part-time this weekend?"
Wen Yang thought about it briefly before shaking his head. "Nah, I'll just stay in the dorm… and play games with you."
When he came back yesterday, Ning Chu had looked like she was on the verge of tears. He decided to stay in the dorm for the next couple of days to keep her company.
"That works too~"
"What's so good about working part-time anyway? It's not like it's an internship."
Ning Chu had never liked Wen Yang taking part-time jobs. After all, there were plenty of hentai doujin that involved part-time work.
But her monthly allowance was only 1,500 yuan, and her expenses had increased since becoming a girl. It was just enough for one person, but including Wen Yang's meals made it a tight squeeze.
She wasn't clear about her family's financial situation and felt too embarrassed to ask her mother for more money.
She bent down, resting her hands on the back of Wen Yang's chair, and looked at the lecture video playing on his computer screen. Taking a light breath, she caught the elegant fragrance emanating from his hair.
It was the scent of shampoo—
Blended with Wen Yang's natural scent, it was a little intoxicating.
Suddenly, a phone rang from behind, but no one answered it.
Ning Chu turned around and looked at Zhang Shaoqing, who seemed nervous. "Why aren't you answering your phone?"
"It's my mom…"
"And?"
"She's definitely calling to tell me to go home."
Zhang Shaoqing fidgeted nervously, shaking his leg, his face pale.
It was the first time Ning Chu had seen this thick-skinned guy show such an expression. Not even the time they saw a ghost in the academic building had he looked this scared.
It was obvious that he'd been strictly controlled by his family since he was young, even to the point of showing signs of PTSD.
This made Ning Chu a little worried. "Why don't you just go home then?"
"It's not about going home or not!" Zhang Shaoqing hesitated for a moment before suddenly standing up and saying, "Wang Jie, let's go!"
"Huh?" Wang Jie looked confused.
"Let's go! What if my mom comes to the dorm to find me!"
Although hesitant, Wang Jie nodded. "Alright, where are we going?"
"Let's… find an internet café or something. Let's move."
Zhang Shaoqing hurriedly headed out the door while calling back to Wen Yang and Ning Chu, "If my mom really comes, you two just say you don't know anything. Don't give me away!"
"Aren't you taking your phone?"
"She can track my location— forget it, I'll turn it off and bring it with me."
"Wang Jie, don't forget your ID!"
Watching the two grab their phones and IDs before rushing out, Ning Chu lowered her head and exchanged a look with Wen Yang.
Was all this really necessary?
Was Zhang Shaoqing's mom that terrifying?
Feeling a bit uneasy, Ning Chu walked forward, closed the door, and locked it.
When she looked up, she saw Wen Yang smiling at her.
"..."
Now it was just the two of them alone in the room.
Ning Chu instinctively grew a bit flustered, worried that Wen Yang might try something. Her hand had already slid behind her to grasp the doorknob.
Sure, they'd kissed before, but this was completely different!
She was very certain she couldn't handle the idea of being pinned down by a guy right now!
"What if Shaoqing's mom really does come..."
"Want to watch a movie? I just found something interesting."
"..."
If it was just watching a movie, that was fine.
Ning Chu moved a chair and sat down next to Wen Yang. She picked up a nail clipper, planning to trim her nails while watching.
As she watched Wen Yang tidy up his desk and search for a movie online, a mischievous idea popped into her head. She suddenly lifted her leg and rested it boldly on the desk.
"?"
Wen Yang turned around with a puzzled look.
"Clip my nails!" Ning Chu placed the nail clipper on the desk with an air of entitlement. "Make them look nice!"
"This..."
"What? You're disgusted?" She gave him a teasing look, chuckling softly. "Fine, I'll do it myself~"
It wasn't about disgust or laziness. Wen Yang's gaze fell on her delicate, fair foot. The graceful curve of the arch made him subconsciously swallow.
He was a leg guy, a bust guy, a fan of mature women... but that didn't stop him from also being a foot guy, a fan of small busts, and into the loli type.
In short, a full-blown LSP (lustful scoundrel personality).
Wen Yang was nervous about embarrassing himself in front of the girl he liked. Yet, not wanting to seem dismissive, he grabbed Ning Chu's leg and rested it diagonally on his lap.
Ning Chu froze, suddenly a bit panicked. She blurted, "I haven't washed my feet in two days."
"No problem, I don't mind."
"Ugh~"
That expression on his face—he wasn't just unbothered; he looked a little excited!
Don't you dare squeeze my foot...
There was no mention of Wen Yang being into feet in the story!
Normal people, even if they didn't find feet gross, would definitely be a little put off, right?
Wen Yang started the movie. As the background music played, he lowered his head and carefully trimmed Ning Chu's nails.
Ning Chu sat stiffly, awkward and uneasy, keeping her eyes on the screen. Feeling his warm hands brushing against her foot, pressing gently, she couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"I'll cut a bit less, then."
She glanced at Wen Yang's face—he was so focused, as if he were working on a piece of art.
Suddenly, she thought Wen Yang was being... a bit of a creep.
Oh crap! His thing is touching my leg!
Feeling a sudden heat against her leg, she reflexively pulled it back, nearly kicking Wen Yang in the face.
Wen Yang paused awkwardly but acted as though nothing had happened, continuing to trim her nails. Then he spoke up.
"Ning Chu."
"Mm?"
"There's something I've always wanted to ask you... something I can't figure out."
Ning Chu didn't think much of it; her focus was still on her foot. "Mm, go ahead."
"Why did you seem to care about me so much from the beginning? Have we met before? Were we childhood sweethearts separated long ago?" Wen Yang looked up with a playful smile.
"You've been reading too many romance novels, haven't you?"
"Then could it have something to do with that book where the male protagonist has the same name as me?"
"!!!"
Ning Chu's heart skipped a beat, then started pounding wildly. Her whole body froze as if struck by lightning. Her lips moved, but she couldn't find the words to respond.
She'd never felt such intense embarrassment, guilt, and fear of having her secret discovered—all crashing over her at once.
"You... you..."
When had he found the book?
That first night, perhaps?