“Lin Zhengran, sothing ca up at ho, so I arrived a little late. Is there anything left to do?”
Fang ng walked up to Lin Zhengran’s desk.
Lin Zhengran looked up at her, and Han Wenwen also heard her voice.
Under the desk, a certain little fox got even more jealous, opening her mouth wide and continuing to bite his thigh.
Lin Zhengran helplessly felt the fox’s conflicted little bites—clearly trying to be aggressive but also unwilling to use too much force. He covered Han Wenwen’s mouth with one hand and replied to Fang ng,
“There’s nothing much left. I already checked the stage setup this morning. Only so props haven’t been inspected yet, but we can check them in the afternoon.”
The reason Lin Zhengran covered Han Wenwen’s mouth was that his pants weren’t exactly clean, and she was still biting away like she didn’t mind. But Han Wenwen didn’t care about that—she was already jealous, and now Fang ng was talking to Lin Zhengran.
She didn’t care why he was covering her mouth—whatever was in front of her, she was going to bite.
Under the desk, she chomped down on Lin Zhengran’s hand.
Fang ng said, “Then I’ll go check the props. I already arrived late, so I can’t just stand around doing nothing.”
Lin Zhengran didn’t refuse. He just thought it’d be easier to calm the fox down once Fang ng left.
“Alright, go ahead.”
Fang ng nodded, but just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly heard a girlish, coquettish sound.
She looked around in confusion.
In reality, under the desk, Han Wenwen had gotten uncomfortable because the space was too cramped. Her legs were in an awkward position, and she ended up kneeling between Lin Zhengran’s legs.
Fang ng turned back to him. “Lin Zhengran, did you just hear sothing? I think I heard a girl’s voice.”
Lin Zhengran remained completely serious.
“Did you? I didn’t hear anything.”
Fang ng glanced around again, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Besides, the practice room was filled with people rehearsing, so it wasn’t unusual to mishear things.
She let it go and left to check on the props.
Not long after, her phone buzzed with a ssage from Jiang Qian:
"Xiao ng, are you at school? Did Lin Zhengran ask why I didn’t co?"
Fang ng was puzzled. Qianqian’s still awake?
She replied: "He hasn’t asked yet. He just finished up and probably didn’t notice. Why aren’t you resting yet?"
There was no way to tell Jiang Qian’s expression from the text, but Fang ng sohow felt a sense of dejection from her words.
"Got it… I’ll go to sleep now."
In a villa, Jiang Qian looked at her phone with a disappointed expression. That familiar dull ache in her chest returned. She mumbled to herself,
"He didn’t even ask about … Is he really that busy…?"
Back in the practice room, amid the background noise of other students rehearsing, Lin Zhengran lowered his head and whispered to Han Wenwen, still kneeling under the desk.
“What are you doing? Hurry up and get out.”
Han Wenwen looked up at him, still jealous. She dodged the question and instead complained,
“The space under the desk is too small. My legs are uncomfortable.”
Before he could say anything else, a group of students from another class approached.
They seed to be coming over to ask about the performance arrangents.
Lin Zhengran had no choice but to sit up straight, leaning closer to the desk to block Han Wenwen from view.
A student asked, “Lin Zhengran, our class needs an extra lighting effect for our performance. Do you think you can adjust it during the show?”
Lin Zhengran responded in a professional manner, but at the sa ti, he could feel that the fox under the desk wasn’t behaving herself again.
She had been biting his hand earlier, but it wasn’t enough to vent her frustration.
As she lifted her head, she suddenly noticed… a certain abyss.
She stared for a mont, her face instantly turning red.
Her mind imdiately wandered to those… adult scenes she had read in novels and watched in certain shows.
Actually, Han Wenwen had always been curious about those kinds of things. She had even imagined doing such inappropriate things with Zhengran before.
Of course, today’s situation wasn’t the right place for that. But… there were other ways.
She glanced at Lin Zhengran’s stomach.
Slowly, she inched forward on her knees and lifted his shirt slightly.
Then, she shoved her little head inside and bit down on his stomach.
Lin Zhengran was completely done with this fox.
He barely managed to finish answering the students’ questions.
Once they left, he imdiately grabbed Han Wenwen’s head, lowered his voice, and warned,
“Aren’t you afraid soone will see you?!”
Han Wenwen leaned back, her fox-like eyes glinting mischievously.
“The desk is so high, what’s there to be afraid of? Besides, I’m going to be your secretary in the future. Isn’t it normal for a secretary to hide under the boss’s desk?”
Lin Zhengran felt a drop of sweat roll down his forehead.
What the hell does this girl usually read?!
Just then, another group of girls approached—this ti, from Han Wenwen’s own class.
“Lin Zhengran, have you seen Han Wenwen? I thought I saw her co to you earlier, but now I can’t find her.”
Lin Zhengran remained composed.
“She did co to find , but she left afterward.”
“Oh,” the girl blushed. In truth, many girls in high school secretly had a crush on Lin Zhengran, but most didn’t act on it.
“It’s nothing, really. We finished most of our practice this morning, so we were planning to continue in the afternoon. If we can’t find her, I’ll just ssage her.”
Lin Zhengran nodded.
“Alright, if I see her, I’ll let her know.”
“Thanks, Lin Zhengran.”
The girls took out their phones to ssage Han Wenwen, but just then, a familiar ding sound ca from under the desk.
So heard it, so didn’t.
Luckily, no one thought much of it. After all, who would expect soone to actually be under the desk?
As the girls chatted about their performance, they eventually left.
Lin Zhengran couldn’t take it anymore.
This fox was still biting his stomach.
He took the opportunity while no one was looking, grabbed Han Wenwen’s hand, and pulled her out from under the desk.
Then, he dragged her straight into a nearby storage room.
The tiny storage room was cluttered with old costus, curtains, and random props.
It was barely two square ters in size.
Once they were inside, Lin Zhengran shut the door and knocked on her head.
“You’re getting bolder, huh?! I already told you—there are tons of people in the practice room! And now my stomach is covered in your saliva!”
The room was pitch black.
Han Wenwen clutched her head in pain but didn’t back down this ti. She pouted.
“So what? This ti, I’m in the right. I was jealous because you were being a flirt!”
“You and He Qing really are best friends. You both have the sa crazy levels of guts.”
“Hmph!”
As they spoke, footsteps passed by outside.
Lin Zhengran saw that Han Wenwen was about to say sothing, so he quickly covered her mouth and pulled her into his arms.
“Shh, don’t talk. Soone’s outside.”
Being held like this made Han Wenwen’s face turn red. She inhaled his familiar scent and let out a soft hum.
Then, she tilted her head slightly and whispered,
“Zhengran, you’re getting really smooth at hugging girls now. You used to be all awkward.”
Another group of students walked past outside.
Lin Zhengran looked down at her.
Han Wenwen looked up at him.
Their faces were only inches apart.
She had been jealous at first, but seeing him staring at her like that… she suddenly realized sothing.
Her already flushed face turned even redder.
“Why are you looking at like that, Zhengran?”
She slowly wrapped her arms around his back.
As if knowing what was about to happen.
Lin Zhengran held her waist and leaned in.
Han Wenwen, both shy and excited, closed her eyes, tilted her head up, and slightly parted her lips…
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