Duplicate of the previous script, the girl swallowed back the words she had prepared once more.
One kind of person…
Mo Qingqiu couldn’t refute that answer.
Because she was exactly that.
To insist on love at first sight, there was indeed another type of person.
A perfect answer, almost flawless, but…
Knowing they were the same kind, and having been seen through already…
What was the point?
Wait!
As if giving Su Yichen a sliver of a chance, Mo Qingqiu’s lips curled into a faint smile.
“Fine.”
Not particularly gentle, but undeniably ambiguous.
“Since you’re so sincere, Su Yichen, Junior, and you’re willing to speak your reason so honestly, I can trust you this once. But… are you really not lying to me?”
Su Yichen picked up a napkin from the table and wiped his glasses, as if his earlier removal of them had truly been just for cleaning.
Only then did Mo Qingqiu notice—because of the hot tea she had just brewed, there was a light mist on his lenses.
Was he really not removing them on purpose?
The girl found herself subtly second-guessing her own judgment, wondering if she was being too harsh when reading people.
A boy this stunning had no reason to play games like that.
After all… anyone who could enter a top-tier institution at this age wasn’t an idiot. Beautiful people knew exactly how devastating they were to the opposite sex.
Mo Qingqiu knew that, so she assumed Su Yichen knew it too.
After putting his glasses back on, Su Yichen met Mo Qingqiu’s scrutinizing gaze and said,
“No.”
“Since you’ve said that, Su Yichen, Junior…”
Mo Qingqiu suddenly threw her head back and laughed, the atmosphere lightening in an instant.
She walked up to Su Yichen, pressed her soft lips close to his delicate ear, and breathed softly,
“I’m not saying I can’t give you a chance.”
“Let me feel your love for me.”
As the words by his ear faded, Su Yichen, encouraged, perked up. His lips parted slightly, ready to say something.
Suddenly, a warm sensation touched his cheek, accompanied by the faintest trace of moisture.
A very, very light brush.
“Sen, Senior Sister…”
Su Yichen raised a hand and touched his own cheek, his face brimming with disbelief and joy.
“Think of it as a reward for you, Yichen, Junior…”
Mo Qingqiu pressed her index finger to her rosy, tender lips, her sparkling peach blossom eyes playfully shifting, mixing an innocent charm with a hint of seduction.
“For confessing to me.”
“Brave boys are always favored, no matter where they go.”
“And that… was my first time, okay~”
Thud.
The moment Su Yichen left, Mo Qingqiu pressed herself against the door.
She touched her lips, desperately suppressing the burgeoning desire rising inside her.
“Huff… huff… huff…”
After a bout of heavy breathing, Mo Qingqiu finally calmed down, thanks to the cool air from the air-conditioned room filling her lungs.
She collapsed limply onto the soft sofa.
She straightened up, then stumbled weakly back to her desk.
“What a demon…”
It was the first time she had used such a word to describe a man.
Too absurd.
Su Yichen might have plenty of tricks up his sleeve, but he seemed to be nothing more than a theoretical scholar, just like her.
Neither of them had any experience in that area—they shared the same kindred spirit.
That made him easier to hook.
That kiss on Su Yichen’s cheek was just meant to tease him, to make him more obedient.
If you want a dog to listen, you need to reward it.
That kiss was the reward.
Except…
The effect was beyond Mo Qingqiu’s expectations.
She didn’t know if she had hooked Su Yichen, but she had definitely hooked herself.
The moment her lips touched Su Yichen’s cheek, an unprecedented wave of pleasure nearly made her cry out.
She had never experienced it before—it was also her first time kissing a boy.
But was it really this satisfying?
It made absolutely no sense.
Mo Qingqiu felt her worldview was being shattered.
If she hadn’t planned from the start to just brush against him and pull away—so this hot-blooded young man could taste a girl’s sweetness and be easier to manipulate—
Who knows where she might have kissed him by now?
Lost in thought, Mo Qingqiu once again recalled Su Yichen’s pink, rosy thin lips.
If just touching his face felt this good, those sharp, eloquent little lips…
Just how breathtaking would that pleasure be?!
Half an hour of French kissing—wouldn’t it feel like heaven itself?
As that wicked thought took root, the girl’s body began to heat up again.
Mo Qingqiu hastily rushed to the nearby bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, then stood by the air conditioner and let it blow on her for a while.
Physical cooling.
Besides, Su Yichen had a very alluring scent about him.
When her lips touched his skin, Mo Qingqiu felt her sanity nearly drowning in that fragrance.
All she could say was that she had pulled away just in time.
After this ordeal, Mo Qingqiu seemed to understand why Su Yichen wore such an ugly pair of glasses when he went out.
If he didn’t, he’d probably suffer headaches from girls constantly asking for his VX.
Was he really not pretending to be ugly?
Probably not.
That, Mo Qingqiu believed.
Now, how to get Su Yichen to put on a good act…
The calmed girl pulled out her phone and stared blankly at the VX contacts she had grouped together: Luo Yueli, Tong Ya, and Shen Ran.
A young lady like Tong Ya could be Su Yichen’s licking dog—she must have seen him without his glasses.
Luo Yueli, as his childhood friend, had been dazed by him, likely the same.
The only one who probably hadn’t seen it was Shen Ran.
If only Shen Ran’s willpower weren’t so strong…
Su Yichen trusted her quite a bit. If she could be more useful, she could not only put on a good show but also give Tong Ya a taste of cuckoldry, directly stealing her base.
Just imagining the ridiculous sight of that Tong Clan Eldest Miss wearing a green hat made Mo Qingqiu excited, the soul of a fun-seeker stirring within her.
Then that Eldest Miss would probably tear off all pretense and lock Su Yichen up in The Cage.
That’s how it should be—how could only I be locked up?
A boy like Su Yichen should be locked up too.
Fun-seeker, fun-seeker’s soul.
What could be more amusing than watching someone else’s drama?
Wait…
Oh, right!
Mo Qingqiu suddenly sat bolt upright, staring at Shen Ran’s name on the screen, gripping her phone tightly without realizing it.
She understood now why Shen Ran’s willpower was so firm.
It starts with looks, earns respect with talent, aligns in personality, matures with kindness, and ends with character.
Shen Ran respected Su Yichen’s talent, and her personality matched his.
But it never started with his looks.
She had no physical urge toward him, no shameful, dirty desire.
That was why Shen Ran could remain so aloof.
But once she found out…
Mo Qingqiu recalled the indescribable pleasure from just a moment ago.
As a woman, once Shen Ran tasted that sweetness…
There was no way she could stay so firm.
Even someone as strong-willed as herself couldn’t stop thinking about that feeling—how could a girl from an ordinary family resist?
“How interesting…”
“I need to let Shen Ran taste that demon’s flavor. She’ll definitely fall in love with it.”