Chapter 576: Chapter 575: Am I the first one to call you this way?
Chapter 576: Chapter 575: Am I the first one to call you this way?
Lu Mian instructed Zhang Yanyan with a few more things to pay attention to when going back, and Zhang Yanyan promised to heed, watching Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo leave.
When he looked back at his phone, however, he discovered a whopping 99 ssages in the CP group, along with countless ntions of him.
He aimlessly opened his own chat record and realized that he had actually sent out that sentence!
[Big news!
Director Qimo and Goddess Lu——]
With just that unfinished sentence, he was bombarded with frenzied @ntions from group mbers and all sorts of speculation.
[Brother Zhang, didn’t you go to Jinjing?
Did you get so insider scoop?]
[Hurry up and tell us, don’t leave us hanging!
What’s up with Director Qimo and Goddess Lu?]
[Did Director Qimo manage to win over Goddess Lu today?]
[I don’t lack this bit of traffic.
Are there joint photos?
Any short videos?]
Zhang Yanyan, knowing he had caused trouble and that it was too late to retract his ssage, wrinkled his brow and racked his brains before sending another line to the group.
[Big news!
Director Qimo and Goddess Lu will be returning to school soon!]
Everyone: …
[Brother Zhang, you’re being cheeky.]
[Well-known facts don’t need to be brought up like this, bah.]
[Fishing for traffic, a convenience al without seasoning!]
Zhang Yanyan, looking pitiful, replied: It was Big Boss Lu who wouldn’t let say it, ah!
——
Lu Mian left Yulan Pavilion with Xiao Qimo and Yun Sang.
With two n present, the task of pulling the suitcases naturally did not fall to Lu Mian, and she was happy to relax.
The two large suitcases were the ones previously sent over by Xiao Qimo’s people.
The two n brought the items to Lu Mian’s room, after which she prepared to open the suitcases and take out the contents.
Yun Sang went over to help and, squatting down with curiosity, asked, “Sister, what’s in here?
You don’t seem like soone who has a lot of clothes.”
“They’re gifts from Director Qimo.
There are a lot of clothes.”
“Oh~~” Yun Sang dragged out the syllable teasingly, with an ambiguous gaze lingering between Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian: “Old Xiao actually buys clothes for a girl?
Unbelievable…”
As he said this, he tried to open the suitcase and, seeing the two locks, he asked, “Sister, what’s your password?”
Lu Mian was still pondering Yun Sang’s comnt about “buying clothes for a girl.” Had Director Qimo never bought clothes for that capable female professor?
After pausing for a mont, she smiled faintly, “One is Director Qimo’s birthday, the other is my birthday.”
Yun Sang’s hands froze as he opened the suitcase: Was that necessary?
He was just opening a suitcase, and he had to face such public displays of affection?
While silently complaining to himself, Yun Sang used Xiao Qimo’s birthday to unlock one side, and casually turned to ask, “Sister, when is your birthday?”
“I am——”
Lu Mian had just started speaking when an elegant figure stepped in front of her, offering her a cup of warm water.
“The temperature is just right,” the other person said authoritatively, almost insisting she drink it.
Lu Mian pursed her lips, accepted it, and the words she had been about to say were choked back by the warm water.
Alright then.
She wasn’t drinking warm water; she was sipping on Qimo’s sour milk.
Xiao Qimo saw her sipping the hot water bit by bit, and he felt imnsely satisfied.
Glancing back to see Yun Sang’s disapproving expression, his good mood sparked a smile, the undercurrent of “now scram” in his eyes markedly clear.
“…”
Yun Sang glared resentfully at Xiao Qimo and left.
Stay silent if you wish!
Xiao Qimo, you’re enjoying making suffer now, but just wait until I beco Lu Mian’s sworn brother—I’ll insure you can’t reach for squat!
With the “clang” of the door closing, Xiao Qimo elegantly and coolly took his seat, and Lu Mian lightly flicked her tongue.
She felt that Director Qimo’s IQ wasn’t being used where it should be.
She put down the cup of warm water in her hand, walked behind Xiao Qimo’s chair, gently wrapped her arms around his neck, and her cheek rubbed against the man’s side face.
Xiao Qimo tensed all over, feeling her cat-like movents, his heartbeat uncontrollably thumping wildly.
He slowly grasped the girl’s hands, and in a low, husky, tender voice, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Hmm…” Lu Mian propped her chin on Xiao Qimo’s shoulder, speaking sweetly and softly, “Director Qimo, could you call that again?”
“What?”
“Just…
those two words.” The girl pursed her lips, “It sounds really nice.”
She knew his heart was aching, so she awkwardly tried to soothe him.
She earnestly told him that she liked that nickna.
Xiao Qimo paused, then belatedly understood sothing.
As his heartbeat accelerated, he extended his long arms, pulled the girl in front of him, wrapped his arms around her, and seated her on his lap.
The two of them were almost at eye level.
Lu Mian’s movents were not very natural and even sowhat stiff as she struggled a bit.
She wasn’t used to this.
The man, however, with one arm around her waist, tightened his grip, pulling her even closer to himself, “Don’t move.”
In his deep, magnetic voice, with a hint of a soft warning, Lu Mian quickly sat up straight and still.
The man’s gaze darkened as he stared at her red lips, white neck, and the disheveled hair nestling by her ear, tickling his heart like feathers.
The small red mole on her left earlobe was enchanting and alluring.
The man’s eyes darkened further, and the hint of villainy in his bones surged, yet he asked seriously, “Do you really like hearing it?”
The girl nodded.
“Am I the first one to call you that?”
“Yes.” Like a schoolchild, Lu Mian earnestly answered each one of his questions.
The man was satisfied.
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His gaze grew deeper as he spoke with an air of propriety, “Lean your ear closer to .”
Lu Mian obeyed his command and drew her ear a little closer to him, but before she could hear his voice, her ear was captured by a firm bite.
The next second, the man cupped the back of her neck and placed a light kiss.
He had wanted to conquer that little red mole for a long ti.
Xiao Qimo’s eyes were serious and affectionate as he whispered imposingly and authoritatively near her ear.
“Baby…
Baby…”
Lu Mian was stunned, utterly defenseless against those words.
Though such cheesy words, at this mont, under his deeply tender breath, Lu Mian was intoxicated.
All semblance of rationality washed away, her heart raced wildly like a galloping mustang, beyond control.
Within seconds, she was overwheld.
Before they realized it, the two were face to face, their gazes intertwined, seeing nervousness and innocence within each other’s faintly blushing cheeks.
She also saw his tie askew, the high-quality suit wrinkled from being pressed.
The intertwined breaths carried her coolness and his gentleness.
“Director Qimo…” She felt even the ring around her neck heating up.
The man’s fingertips traced her lips, his low voice alluring, “What are you calling ?”
“…” Lu Mian’s face turned a bright red, “Mo Baby…”
The man smiled with elegant success.
Lu Mian, sensing all the changes between them, took a deep breath.
Her fingers hooked around the man’s strong jaw, she asked innocently and simply, “Are you playing with fire?”
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