Chapter 12 Aunt Flo Arrives

Chapter 12 Aunt Flo Arrives

Lin Mianmian stared at her phone screen, her fingertip hovering above the chat box, hesitant to open the photo. It was from Xie Lin.

Xie Lin: [The image] contains review materials and textbooks for my major courses that I left in the library.

Xie Lin: Your book is at my house, come and get it yourself.

"Didn't you have it in your hand...?"

"Yeah, do you want to see it, baby?" The tone was playful. "Get away!"

In the photo, her notebook lies on Xie Lin's bed, its pages open, revealing densely packed notes.

She spent three whole weeks organizing that notebook, marking every important point with a different colored highlighter, and covering the edges with sticky notes—it was her only hope for the final exam.

And now, it is lying on his black bed sheet, next to a half-finished glass of Want Want milk.

Even more outrageous, in one corner of the photo, you can vaguely see half a slender finger, with distinct knuckles, lazily resting on the edge of the book page, as if silently declaring its sovereignty.

Lin Mianmian bit her lip and quickly typed: How did my book end up with you?

Xie Lin: It grew its own legs and flew over because it saw how handsome your husband is.

Lin Mianmian was so angry she couldn't speak: You...

Xie Lin: Come and get it yourself. The password is the date of our first meeting.

She stared at those words, her ears burning. After much hesitation, she finally gave in.

Lin Mianmian: "Wait for me, don't touch my notes." Half an hour later, she stood at Xie Lin's door, her fingers curling as she entered several passwords before finally choosing the date password. It really was him, bastard.

The door was pulled open almost instantly.

Xie Lin leaned against the doorframe, his black T-shirt hanging loosely on his body, the jade pendant on his collarbone gleaming coldly under the light. He came out wearing slippers. He looked down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "You really came?"

Lin Mianmian pursed her lips and reached for the book: "Give me back the book."

Xie Lin didn't move, but stared at her for two seconds before suddenly chuckling, "What's the rush?" He stepped aside to make way for her, "Come in and get it."

The room was dimly lit, filled with a faint scent of cedarwood mixed with a hint of Want Want milk. Lin Mianmian hesitated for a second, but finally stepped inside.

Her notebook was on his bed, next to a can of Want Want milk, and on his desk were many cans of AD calcium milk mixed together. He had such a striking face; who would have thought he secretly loved sweet milk?

She walked over quickly and reached out to take it, but Xie Lin beat her to it, his slender fingers pressing on the pages.

“Xie Lin!” She looked up and glared at him.

He chuckled softly, his fingertips gently tracing the pages of the notebook: "Such an important thing, you just take it like that?" "You took it first!"

"Hmm." He responded lazily, then suddenly leaned down, his breath brushing against her ear. "So, how are you going to thank me?"

Lin Mianmian's ears tingled, and she subconsciously stepped back, but he grabbed her wrist: "You are simply unreasonable and domineering!"

"I'm unreasonable, but I love you! That rhymes! Am I some kind of genius, your husband?" Xie Lin said with a grin.

"Why are you running?" His voice was low and husky. His fingertips slid down her wrist to her palm and gently scratched her. "I'm not going to eat you."

Her heart skipped a beat, and before she could pull her hand away, a fluffy white shadow suddenly pounced from the side. "Woof!"

Marshal rushed over excitedly, placing his front paws directly on Lin Mianmian's leg, his wet nose rubbing against the back of her hand. Lin Mianmian breathed a sigh of relief, bent down and stroked his head: "Marshal?"

Seeing this, Xie Lin revealed the relief of an old father: "Finally, I'm meeting Mom again."

Marshal frantically rubbed against Lin Mianmian, and just as he was about to lick her face, Xie Lin immediately grabbed Marshal by the back of the neck and pulled him away with a cold face: "Get in the way, little brat, only I can kiss your mother's face."

The marshal whimpered in grievance, lay down on the carpet beside him, and looked at them longingly.

Xie Lin turned his attention back to Mianmian, lifting her chin with his fingertips: "Now no one will bother us."

"Would you like to try what your husband just did?"

Her breath hitched, and she instinctively tried to dodge, but he pressed her down onto the sofa.

"I can return the book to you." He lowered his head, his lips almost touching her ear, his voice low and husky, "but you have to exchange it for something." Lin Mianmian gripped the edge of the sofa tightly: "What?"

Xie Lin chuckled softly, his fingertips gently brushing against her lips: "What do you think?"

"Fuck me." Xie Lin uttered these two words lightly, without any shame.

"Xie Lin!" Lin Mianmian bit his shoulder in anger.

Lin Mianmian's phone beeped. Jiang Nuan said, "Mianmian, aren't you coming back yet? The dorm auntie is about to close the door." "If you don't come back soon, I'll lock you out."

"Give it to me! I need to go back to my dorm, hurry up." Lin Mianmian didn't want to argue with Xie Lin anymore; she was afraid she would be locked out of the school.

Lin Mianmian gripped her phone, but the next second, a slight, sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen. Oh no! Her breath caught in her throat, and her face instantly paled. That familiar discomfort...

Xie Lin was leaning closer to her when he saw her suddenly freeze. He looked worried and asked, "What? Have you changed your mind?" She didn't answer. Her fingertips unconsciously gripped the edge of the sofa, and her palms were slightly sweaty.

The pain in her lower abdomen gradually intensified, and she could even feel a warm flow—she knew without a doubt that something was amiss behind her skirt…

Xie Lin noticed her unusual behavior and slowly lowered his gaze.

Lin Mianmian's face flushed red. She stood up in a panic, her voice barely audible: "I'm leaving now." But as soon as she took a step, her legs went weak, and she almost fell.

Xie Lin grabbed her wrist and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling unwell?" She bit her lip and shook her head, struggling to pull her hand away, "I'm fine."

His gaze darkened, and his hand suddenly covered her lower abdomen, the warmth seeping through the thin fabric. Lin Mianmian's breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively arched her back to avoid him. Xie Lin stared at her trembling eyelashes and reddened earlobes, and suddenly understood something.

"Does your stomach hurt?" he asked. Her eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't answer.

"Wait here," he said, releasing her and turning to go into the bedroom. A short while later, he came out carrying a package—sanitary napkins.

Lin Mianmian froze, her cheeks instantly turning bright red: "How did you get this?" Xie Lin raised an eyebrow: "The Marshal brought it back before."

She: "..." The marshal lay to the side, tilting his head innocently: "Woof?" Xie Lin stuffed a sanitary napkin into her hand, and then handed her a pair of black sweatpants: "Change and come out."

Lin Mianmian's ears were burning hot, and she quickly ducked into the bathroom with her head down. When she came out, Xie Lin had already made a cup of brown sugar water and placed it on the coffee table.

She paused for a moment, then asked softly, "How come you even have brown sugar at home?"

He leaned back lazily on the sofa, hooked his fingertip around the marshal's chin, and said casually, "This is for my ex-girlfriend." She pursed her lips and didn't say anything more.

Xie Lin glanced at her and suddenly laughed: "I was just kidding you, you're the only one."

She looked up, and he stood up, reaching out to ruffle her hair. His voice was low and husky with a hint of amusement: "I bought this especially for you, is that not okay?"

Lin Mianmian's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head and held the brown sugar water in her hands. In the steaming heat, she could hear her own heartbeat was ridiculously loud.

Xie Lin stared at her reddened ear tips, a slight smile playing on his lips. He suddenly bent down and whispered in her ear, "Don't go back today. You can sleep in my bed."

"Your husband will ask for leave for you."