“Hey, don’t flick my forehead so hard! If I don’t get into college because of this, Ling Ning, you’ll have to take full responsibility and take care of for the rest of your life!”
Zhou Xiaoxiao pouted as she rubbed her forehead. Ling Ning had flicked her so hard it was probably red by now.
“Seriously? Is that even a thing?” Ling Ning stared at Zhou Xiaoxiao in disbelief.
“Of course, it is!” Zhou Xiaoxiao declared with her hands on her hips, looking every bit as self-assured as she sounded.
Sothing about Zhou Xiaoxiao’s smugness struck a nerve with Ling Ning. Without warning, she grabbed Zhou Xiaoxiao and pulled her onto the bed. Flipping herself on top, Ling Ning pinned Zhou Xiaoxiao down and placed her hands firmly on her waist.
She knew Zhou Xiaoxiao was ticklish.
Zhou Xiaoxiao tried to resist, but with Ling Ning pinning her down and the sensation of her waist being tickled, her strength quickly gave out.
After what felt like an eternity, Ling Ning smirked down at Zhou Xiaoxiao, who was gasping for air beneath her. “Well? Still so self-righteous?”
“I... I was wrong.”
Tears brimming in her eyes, Zhou Xiaoxiao looked utterly defeated. She hadn’t expected Ling Ning to attack her out of nowhere. If she’d been prepared, the roles might have been reversed.
Seeing Zhou Xiaoxiao’s pitiful expression, Ling Ning let out a satisfied chuckle before letting her go and retreating to a safe distance. She didn’t trust Zhou Xiaoxiao not to retaliate.
Zhou Xiaoxiao sat up, squinting at Ling Ning before flashing her a bright smile. “Why are you sitting so far away? Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you.”
“Yeah, right.”
Realizing she couldn’t catch Ling Ning off guard, Zhou Xiaoxiao pouted and moved to her desk. Soon, her laughter echoed through the room.
From her spot, Ling Ning couldn’t see what Zhou Xiaoxiao was watching, but her curiosity was piqued. What could possibly be so funny?
After so hesitation, Ling Ning cautiously approached but kept her distance, peeking from afar.
Although she couldn’t hear the audio, she could make out that Zhou Xiaoxiao was watching a gaplay video. Judging by the style, it looked like a “battle royale” ga—probably PUBG. Did Zhou Xiaoxiao enjoy these kinds of gas?
Noticing Ling Ning’s curiosity, Zhou Xiaoxiao removed her headphones and pointed to the chair beside her. “If you’re so interested, just sit here and watch with . I promise I won’t do anything.”
Seeing the sincerity in Zhou Xiaoxiao’s eyes, Ling Ning hesitated but eventually sat down. However, she remained on high alert, ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.
Zhou Xiaoxiao swapped her headphones for speakers, letting Ling Ning listen in. It turned out to be a collaboration video between two popular strears, full of hilarious monts.
As the video progressed, Ling Ning began to relax. Zhou Xiaoxiao seed genuinely engrossed, and Ling Ning couldn’t help but let her guard down.
Just as she was completely at ease, Zhou Xiaoxiao struck. She lunged at Ling Ning, wrapping her arms around her waist.
“Wha—Zhou Xiaoxiao! Haha, stop! Hahaha!”
Caught off guard, Ling Ning toppled from her chair, pulling Zhou Xiaoxiao down with her. Zhou Xiaoxiao ended up on top, her smug expression practically begging for a slap.
Unfortunately, Ling Ning was in no position to retaliate.
At that mont, the door suddenly opened. Jiang Yuan entered with a tray of fruit. She froze upon seeing the two girls sprawled on the floor but quickly recovered. “The floor’s a bit cold. Why not move to the bed? Don’t worry about the noise; the room is well-insulated. Just pretend I wasn’t here.”
Setting the fruit on the desk, Jiang Yuan left the room, closing the door behind her.
Ling Ning blinked, montarily at a loss for words. But before she could say anything, Zhou Xiaoxiao resud her attack on her waist.
By the ti Zhou Xiaoxiao finally relented, Ling Ning was a disheveled ss, her breath coming in short gasps. Tears stread down her face—not from crying, but from laughing too hard.
“Well? Admit defeat?”
“If you hadn’t caught off guard, there’s no way you’d have won.”
“And who started it? If you hadn’t attacked first, this wouldn’t have happened. You reap what you sow,” Zhou Xiaoxiao retorted smugly.
Despite her annoyance, Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but notice how alluring Ling Ning looked—her tousled hair, her slightly raised skirt, even the color of her underwear was visible.
After a mont’s hesitation, Zhou Xiaoxiao decided not to take things further. Instead, she got up, brushing herself off.
Ling Ning followed suit, straightening her clothes. “Truce. No more attacks.”
“Agreed.”
Suddenly, Zhou Xiaoxiao gestured to her desk chair. “As a peace offering, why don’t you sit here?”
Ling Ning was puzzled but complied. As soon as she sat down, Zhou Xiaoxiao plopped herself onto Ling Ning’s lap, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.
No chair could compare to sitting on Ling Ning’s lap. It was soft and warm—perfect, really.
Ling Ning sighed, exasperated but not particularly upset. Zhou Xiaoxiao was like a giant plush toy—light and snug. Hugging her wasn’t so bad.
“Looks like there’s nothing interesting left to watch,” Ling Ning muttered as she scrolled through a few pages.
“Then let’s watch a movie. It’s not like we have anything better to do this afternoon.”
Sothing occurred to Ling Ning, and she asked curiously, “By the way, do you have any, you know, special videos hidden on your computer?”
“What?! No way! Why would I watch stuff like that?”
Ling Ning smirked. Sothing about Zhou Xiaoxiao’s reaction seed suspicious.
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