To stick one's neck out is a stab of the knife; to draw it back is also a stab of the knife. Therefore, adopting an attitude of "since you've come, make yourself at home" is the intelligent choice.

Perhaps a cruder saying describes this situation even better: "Life is like rape; since you can't resist, try to learn to enjoy it." ... He Ye's only hope now was that the interest rate Wang Zhuo demanded wouldn't be too high.

The partition wall of the lounge was thin; she could clearly hear footsteps in the hallway. If someone were talking in the reading room right on the other side of the resting bed, she could probably hear that too.

She was truly worried about involuntarily letting out some "lovely" sounds under these conditions—that would turn into a huge incident! Sitting down next to Wang Zhuo, she fidgeted nervously, twisting her hands, keeping her head down without saying a word.

Her gaze swept aimlessly across the floor, daring not to meet Wang Zhuo's eyes, as if searching for something dropped there. "Seeing how tense you look always makes me laugh; you're very cute." Wang Zhuo chuckled, raising his right leg, sitting cross-legged on the ** bed, and turning his body sideways toward He Ye.

In this situation, only an idiot wouldn't be nervous! He Ye grumbled internally, lightly shifting her hips back from where they were brushed by his knee.

Reaching out, he lightly lifted her chin, admiring the flawless, pretty face of the campus belle, and Wang Zhuo asked softly, "Guess what interest I want?" He Ye tried to pull away but failed; she could only whisper in a low, soft voice, "I can't guess..." Wang Zhuo smiled, slowly moving his thumb upward, gently stroking her soft, moist lips, occasionally pulling down her lower lip slightly to examine her white, jade-like teeth. He Ye's heart hammered like a drum; it felt as if a hundred little people were cheering and running in her chest.

This scene felt eerily familiar; Wang Zhuo had teased Xu Chu this way before, and she had seen it all clearly through the crack in the wall. "Does it feel familiar?" Wang Zhuo's voice was laced with temptation, "You watched almost the entire thing from start to finish that day, remember what the next step is?" He Ye shuddered violently and blurted out, "I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't see anything!" "Liar." Wang Zhuo pouted, "That crack in the wall was blocked before; I personally dug out the cotton inside and stuffed it with insecticide.

How could I not know if you spied through it?" Exposed so thoroughly?! He Ye’s face burned as if on fire.

Thinking that Wang Zhuo knew she was spying while he was enjoying Xu Chu's services that day, she instantly wished she could find a crack in the earth to crawl into! "This is the interest you must pay." Wang Zhuo wore a mischievous smile, his palm gliding lightly across her soft face, gently kneading her earlobe.

He Ye was all too familiar with this set of actions. She looked at Wang Zhuo with disbelief—this was the faculty staff lounge in the school library!

It was reading time right now; people were coming and going outside, and dozens of people were quietly reading just a wall away! In this environment, he actually wanted her to "bite" for him, to submit to him on the ** bed, and savor his delicacies!

Impossible! He Ye suddenly found a firm resolve.

She calmed herself and was about to speak, but Wang Zhuo interrupted her. "Don't be nervous; I won't force you.

If you want to refuse, you can leave anytime." He Ye was slightly stunned, then heard Wang Zhuo say in a placid tone, "Actually, I've liked you for a long time, I just dislike your scheming. I might as well tell you, if you hadn't actively shown me affection, I might have pursued you much earlier because I prefer to be the active one." These words, half true and half false, completely shattered He Ye’s resolve to refuse.

She hesitated, unsure of what to do. Wang Zhuo's penetrating eyes, capable of seeing through people's hearts, played their crucial role once again.

Although even without this unbeatable cheat item, he had ways to subdue the campus belle right then and there, that method wouldn't make her accept him wholeheartedly and offer herself willingly—it wouldn't be perfect enough. It was actually quite simple: given He Ye's feelings for him, he didn't need to say anything; he just needed to invite her to her dorm, close the door for a heart-to-heart talk, and then some kissing, hugging, and groping would naturally lead to what came next.

But that wasn't the level of the current King of Romance; he wanted to play a higher-difficulty game! "Yang Feng has schizophrenia, did you know that?" he suddenly asked.

"Ah?!" He Ye gasped, instinctively covering her mouth with her hand. "This is highly confidential information, but it's fine to tell you." Wang Zhuo shrugged with a wry smile, "I saw his treatment records; he definitely has schizophrenia.

He's already been sent to the US for treatment." He Ye was silent for a long time before finally asking in a low voice, "Is it because of what happened that day?" "Could there be any other reason?" Wang Zhuo glanced at her, saying with some helplessness, "Actually, I didn't intend to go that far that day, but seeing how he treated you, I lost control." Faced with something like this, even a stone would be moved, let alone a young girl? Although He Ye was a scheming girl, she was still young and couldn't escape feminine sentimentality.

Hearing that Wang Zhuo had incurred such great enmity from the Yang family because of her, she was so grateful she was melting! "I—I'm sorry..." A thousand words were stuck, and at this moment, her heart was filled with self-reproach, regretting provoking someone like Yang Feng.

"If apologies worked, what would we need the police for?" Wang Zhuo chuckled dryly, feigning dejection, "How about this: you pay the interest, and then I'll accept your apology." Here it was again! But this time, He Ye's mood was different from before.

After a fierce internal struggle for just a moment, she hardened her heart and gave Wang Zhuo a silent nod of consent! Wang Zhuo was in a great mood.

What could be more satisfying than successfully taking possession of a campus belle? Moreover, she was willing, obedient, tireless, and available whenever requested!

"Ahem," he cleared his throat and asked with a smile, "Have you seen The Shawshank Redemption?" He Ye was tense, but his question abruptly shifted her focus, giving her the feeling of being momentarily stunned. She hummed in response.

Wang Zhuo smiled strangely, "There's a very provocative line in it; I'll recite it for you." He Ye was startled, and before Wang Zhuo could speak, she already guessed which line he intended to recite. "Now, I'm going to unzip, and whatever I tell you to take into your mouth, you take it..." "Wait a minute." The campus belle painfully interrupted the bad guy, pleading softly with a pathetic air, "Wang Zhuo, before that, can you kiss me first?" Wang Zhuo slightly tilted his chin up, "Of course, but that is after you have paid the interest." "But," He Ye felt the need to negotiate, "This is my first kiss..." "Even better then." Wang Zhuo saw sincerity and hope in her eyes and became even more delighted, "It is also my honor." Then, He Ye watched this boy she loved and hated so much stand up with "honor," unzip with "honor," and with "honor"...

The blade resting at her lips, she raised her face tragically and asked with a trembling voice, "Why are you bullying me?" Wang Zhuo gazed deeply into her eyes and said gently, "Because I like you. If it were someone I didn't like, even if she begged me to bully her, she wouldn't get the chance." ...

The library was the quietest place on campus. Apart from the occasional sound of turning pages or footsteps, there were only sparse sneezes and coughs.

Xu Chu sat at a table near the entrance of the reading room, the corridor leading to the lounge right beside her. Wang Zhuo and He Ye had been "discussing matters privately" inside for about half an hour now.

Would he have close-contact intimacy with the campus belle? Xu Chu already knew the answer in her heart.

She knew Wang Zhuo was the kind of boy with very strong desires; the women he possessed would only grow in number—this fact was unchangeable. Xu Chu had made up her mind: she would wait right here until Wang Zhuo called her, refusing to actively disturb them.

Since Wang Zhuo hadn't called after such a long time, she should be even more invisible. Was she jealous?

Perhaps. But Wang Zhuo had made it clear that there could never be only one woman in his life; if she couldn't accept it, she could leave.

Xu Chu felt Wang Zhuo's statement was rather unreasonable, especially since he said it after their "close contact." Why not state it earlier? Wasn't the deed already done?!

But Wang Zhuo stood firm on his ground, saying he hadn't taken her most precious virtue—her virginity. Xu Chu felt this was an incredibly arrogant excuse.

Her younger sister had already counted the number of wrinkles on him with her tongue many times; how could she marry someone else later and use that mouth to kiss her future husband?! In short, when you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; when you marry a dog, you follow the dog!

Xu Chu now fully understood why some women were hopelessly devoted to murderers, or why some would help their husbands betray their best friends. Devoted women could only pray to meet a good man; it was truly exhausting!

... The campus belle's tongue was soft, slippery, and carried a faint coolness.

Her mouth shape was just right; when slightly pursed, it was the cherry mouth of a classical beauty; when slightly pouted, it became sensually full. Her body temperature, slightly lower than normal, brought Wang Zhuo an entirely new experience.

Unlike the service from Qi Fei and Guan Yingying using cold or hot water, her temperature was natural, inherent, and sustainable. It was a refreshing coolness, and especially when deeper, there was a feeling of exhilaration and ephemerality, allowing him to feel the strong beat of his own blood vessels.

It was a complete contrast to Xu Chu, whose body temperature was thirty-seven degrees. A sound of high heels came from the hallway.

The dazed campus belle showed no reaction because Wang Zhuo's little finger had gently plugged her ears. With her sucking and swallowing, a clear echo resonated in her eardrums.

This was an entirely new experience—shame, excitement, awkwardness, madness. Wang Zhuo, sitting high on the ** bed, felt like heaven, felt like the earth, felt like her entirety, her emperor.

The fiery heat emanating from his body melted her, burned her, until she boiled.