Zhou Yuwen had made arrangents with Qu Jing and it was already past four in the afternoon, so he didn't wander around aimlessly but instead moved his car to the courier station, where he helped a few part-ti working girls receive parcels.
By the end of November, deep autumn had set in, a season of utmost sartorial confusion: so were already dressed in thick, lightweight down jackets, while others were still living in their sumr clothes.
Next to the courier station, the tasequoia Forest had already turned a patchy yellow. The cucumbers Yuwen had planted in the small vegetable garden were also about to wither. They had yielded a good number of cucumbers before, and it was strange to say, when Jiang Xinyi ca to steal cucumbers, Yuwen would always outsmart her daily. But these days, without Xinyi, he felt like sothing was missing.
After chatting with the two girls at the courier station for a while, they seed to have a deep impression of Jiang Xinyi. One student even let it slip, saying, "Sister Xinyi would take us to pick your cucumbers to eat when you weren't around."
Upon hearing this, Yuwen imdiately pretended to be upset and said, "I pay you a salary and you still steal my cucumbers? I should dock your pay."
Hearing this, the two student girls imdiately begged for rcy, pitifully saying, "Boss, please no, our salary is so ager, any more deductions and we'd have nothing left."
The weather was getting colder, and in the past, you could hear birds chirping in the tasequoia Forest.
Now as evening approached, you could only hear one or two.
It's strange, this season of autumn, always brings about an inexplicable sadness, especially when the sun is about to set.
Of course, Qu Jing had no such lancholy at the mont.
She had an obsessive affection for Zhou Yuwen, an affection she didn't know how it ca to be, but it certainly existed. Ever since that ti, she thought of Yuwen incessantly, to the extent that she had, in the privacy of her dormitory when no one was around, secretly indulged in thoughts of Yuwen not once, but twice.
She couldn't help it; she knew it was wrong but couldn't control herself.
When she heard that Yuwen wanted to ask her out to dinner, the excitent she felt was beyond words. Just the thought of eting Yuwen made Qu Jing almost unable to contain herself, feeling as though she was about to lose control.
Of course, she wouldn't really lose control, but the feeling was indeed there.
This was a love beyond the ordinary.
An unhealthy love.
But this love was indeed what sustained Qu Jing.
Qu Jing had been a bit off these days because she knew that she and Yuwen were unlikely to cross paths again, yet she couldn't stop thinking about him, resulting in a constant state of distress.
Until Zhou Yuwen's call ca.
Qu Jing was so excited she almost burst into tears, but ultimately she pulled herself together. She knew herself better than anyone, dutifully got out of bed, and began the process of showering, drying her hair, and applying makeup.
She ticulously chose every piece of clothing, not only those worn on the outside but also those worn inside.
Qu Jing's lingerie was actually quite ordinary. After all, she was a 20-year-old girl, well-developed, tall with a full figure in other aspects as well.
She had intended to wear her own lingerie, but then the thought struck her: what if Zhou Yuwen was asking her out with other intentions in mind, and they ended up kissing and he wanted her?
If he saw her wearing sothing so plain, his mood might sour.
So, Qu Jing chose to wear a set of Tao Tian's lingerie. Tao Tian's size was definitely a bit larger than Qu Jing's, with better push-up effect, a black set with subtle dark red lace trimming. Wearing it under her clothes would give a sowhat provocative appearance.
Finally a third-year senior, her clothing style had shed the greenness of her freshman days. Qu Jing's dorm probably interacted more with society than most in their year, resulting in a generally more mature wardrobe. After choosing her lingerie, Qu Jing picked out a low-cut red dress that hugged her body, commonly designed with a tank top style.
The dress was held up by narrow straps over her shoulders. Qu Jing did put on a beige cardigan, but beneath the snug dress, in the coolness of autumn, she only wore a thin pair of flesh-colored stockings.
After all, Qu Jing was especially keen to catch Zhou Yuwen's attention. Such flesh-toned stockings were not the common choice among college students—perhaps one or two girls in a group of ten might opt for such attire, and Qu Jing was among those few.
A pair of beautiful legs, enveloped in stockings as thin as cicada wings, made her legs look even more flawless, and she finished the outfit with a six-centiter pair of red-bottod high heels.
At this mont, Qu Jing lost all traces of a college rookie; her outfit was imbued with desire, especially the legs tightly wrapped in her stockings. She resembled a ripe peach, not the kind to inspire romantic thoughts in a man, but one that definitely ignited a desire to conquer.
Standing in front of the mirror and looking at herself again, Qu Jing couldn't resist pulling down her collar a bit to reveal a hint of cleavage.
She couldn't compare to Tao Tian, of course, but if she compared herself to Zheng Yanyan and the rest of the freshman girls, she'd clearly outshine them.
Once fully dressed, with her Chanel bag slung over her shoulder and her high heels on, Qu Jing was ready to leave.
But just as she walked out, she ran into Tao Tian and Minmin coming back from outside.
Seeing Qu Jing dressed so beautifully and even wearing high heels, Minmin couldn't help but be curious and teased, "Tiantian, all dressed up so pretty, where are you off to?"
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