Inside the library.
Rod was flipping through a book explaining basic human anatomy.
"Hey!"
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.
He looked up and saw a woman with a hot, spicy look, standing in front of him.
Vivian!
Looking at the familiar face, Rod couldn't help but think about what happened before.
This woman, she was the boldest woman he had ever met.
What was she doing here?
Did she come here specifically to find him?
"Can I sit here?"
Seeing Rod's strange look, Vivian sat down directly across from him, her words casual and bold.
This woman, she obviously didn't intend to ask his opinion at all.
Rod shook his head, not bothering to respond.
As long as she didn't disturb his reading, he didn't care.
There weren't many people in the library.
The two sat facing each other, the only sound the occasional flipping of pages.
Suddenly, Rod felt a tickle on his lower leg, as if something was rubbing against it.
He looked down and saw a foot, clad in silk stockings, quietly tracing his leg.
His gaze shifted to Vivian across the table, her head down as if she hadn't noticed anything.
This woman?
What was she up to?
Rod twitched his lips, unable to help but glare at her.
"What are you doing?"
Rod asked in a low voice. Vivian flipped her hair and stuck out her tongue, licking her lips.
The fire in her bones, the desire burning within, was impossible to suppress.
"What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm not doing anything."
Vivian blinked, a look of innocence on her face.
Rod took a deep breath, not wanting to get entangled with her.
Less than three minutes into his reading, the foot on his leg started to get restless again.
Rod glanced at it, ignoring it.
This kind of woman, the more attention you give her, the more she'll push. If you ignore her, she'll get bored soon enough.
"Let's see how long you can hold out."
Vivian secretly gritted her teeth, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
The next second, Rod, who was reading, gasped.
Vivian, sitting across from him, also widened her eyes, her mouth forming an O shape, her face a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Her gaze on Rod was as if she were looking at some kind of monster.
Was it true?
Rod was about to explode when he suddenly felt the mischievous foot retract.
"My pen fell."
Vivian, sitting across from him, suddenly spoke, diving under the table.
A pen?
Had this woman been using a pen just now?
Rod was still thinking when he felt something touch his foot.
Red hair came into view, Vivian slowly crawling up his leg.
She picked up the ballpoint pen that had rolled under his stool.
She lightly bit her lip, giving him a seductive look.
At such close range, even through the clothes, Rod could feel the heat of her breath.
Vivian slowly extended her hand, leaning in.
Refuse?
Or accept?
Rod propped his chin on his hands, looking like a thinker.
Rod finished a book, frowning. Vivian had already picked up the fallen pen.
She sat in her seat, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her school uniform, and used her hand to fan her face, which was slightly red and covered in sweat.
"Vivian, you're here!"
Just then, a tall, strong white young man walked over. His eyes lit up when he saw Vivian.
He walked straight over.
"Is this your friend?"
Looking at Rod sitting across from them, the white young man frowned, a look of hostility on his face.
Even though he hadn't met Rod before, this guy's build and appearance made him feel incredibly threatened.
"Henry, it's none of your business whether this is my friend or not."
"Please don't interfere in my private life."
Vivian looked at the white young man, genuine disgust on her face.
"I'm just concerned about you."
Henry's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness when he heard this, but he quickly put on a concerned expression again.
This kid, he changes his face pretty fast.
Rod clicked his tongue, not bothering to deal with this guy.
But someone had to step on the gun.
"Auntie asked me to take care of you, what if you get tricked by some bad guys with ulterior motives?"
Henry said, his gaze falling on Rod.
He was practically branding Rod with the words "ulterior motives".
Good heavens!
This could be considered a provocation?
Rod looked at Henry with a blank expression. He thought this kind of villain who made enemies everywhere only existed in movies.
Turns out, reality was even more absurd than the movies.
He was just sitting here doing nothing, and they made him the imaginary enemy?
Okay, okay, playing that game, huh?
Then he wouldn't be polite.
Rod glanced at Henry, his eyes playful as he looked at Vivian.
"Come here!"
He gave a gentle beckon, and Vivian obediently came over.
Rod put his arm around Vivian and pulled her onto his lap.
His rough hand, without restraint, caressed Vivian's smooth, fleshy thighs.
Seeing the white residue at the corner of Vivian's mouth, Rod reached out to wipe it off, then put his finger to her lips.
"You're so careful when eating, such a precious thing can't be wasted. Clean it up."
Vivian's face flushed slightly, she glared at him, but didn't say anything.
She simply obeyed, taking his finger into her mouth, her soft tongue gently licking his fingertip.
She was as docile as a well-behaved pet cat.
She's a real enchantress.
Rod felt a surge of heat in his heart. Vivian seemed to be startled, her body trembled slightly.
Her face flushed even more.
"Did you see that? Now you can go."
Rod glanced at the white young man, his face pale with disbelief.
His playful smile was like looking at a clown.
Why did you have to be so sarcastic?
If you ask for it, don't blame me.