"Oh, so that's how it is." Ning Xingchen let out an awkward laugh, feeling slightly embarrassed. What a coincidence that he had slept with Zhou Sitong's stepmother.
"Senior, let's go home," Zhou Sitong said with a sweet smile, getting into the passenger seat.
Zhou Sitong was lively and cheerful, with a tendency to chatter endlessly. Ning Xingchen was happy to be a listener, as it allowed him to learn more about her.
As soon as they entered the house, Zhou Sitong took off her coat, revealing a thin pink sports bra underneath.
Ning Xingchen was a bit surprised—was she in such a hurry?
"Senior, why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something dirty on my face?" Zhou Sitong asked innocently.
Her pure and naive demeanor, combined with a cute tilt of her head, created a unique allure for Ning Xingchen.
"Nothing. Do you want to take a shower first?" Ning Xingchen asked with a hidden meaning.
"Senior, can I shower later? I'm really hungry right now. Do you have any food at home?" Zhou Sitong, unaware of the danger, asked.
Ning Xingchen had just moved in, so he had no food at home.
"How about ordering takeout?"
"Sure, I want fried chicken and beer." Zhou Sitong jumped with joy, causing her ample chest to bounce.
Ning Xingchen almost had a nosebleed, unsure if she did it intentionally or not.
In less than half an hour, the takeout arrived. As Ning Xingchen was about to take the food from the delivery guy, he heard Zhou Sitong's voice from inside, "Senior, do you have any condoms at home?"
Her sweet and coquettish voice made the delivery guy look at Ning Xingchen enviously. This was the life of the rich—eating takeout and sleeping with juniors.
Ning Xingchen was stunned. Did Zhou Sitong really ask for condoms?
His heart racing, Ning Xingchen quickly closed the door, ready to head to the bedroom. Since the girl was so forward, he couldn't just ignore it.
Seeing Ning Xingchen looking at her intensely, as if wanting to devour her, Zhou Sitong blushed and whispered, "Senior, what's wrong?"
"I don't like using them. They're uncomfortable," Ning Xingchen said with a wicked smile.
"Senior, what are you talking about? Did you misunderstand? I meant hair ties to tie my hair," Zhou Sitong, being mature, understood Ning Xingchen's implication.
"Oh, I think I have some. I'll go find them," Ning Xingchen said, coughing lightly and feeling embarrassed.
Seeing Ning Xingchen's flustered state, Zhou Sitong couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Ever since she met Ning Xingchen, Zhou Sitong always felt he was a special person. Being with him was comfortable and relaxing, like being with a close friend.
"Senior, why are men so fickle? My dad is like that, and so are many other men," Zhou Sitong asked, puzzled while eating a piece of chicken.
"You can't generalize. There are men who are loyal and steadfast in love," Ning Xingchen replied with a smile.
"Are you talking about yourself?"
"Yes, I love every woman I've ever been with deeply," Ning Xingchen said earnestly.
"Senior, be honest, do you have many women?" Zhou Sitong asked.
"Including you?" Ning Xingchen replied with a charming smile.
"Senior, do you like me?" Zhou Sitong asked, her big, bright eyes looking at him.
"Of course. I fell in love with you at first sight."
"I don't believe you. Men are good at sweet-talking and then discarding you when they're done," Zhou Sitong shrugged, unconvinced.
"I won't," Ning Xingchen said, believing himself to be passionate but not unfeeling.
"Let's not talk about this. Let's drink," Zhou Sitong said, raising her glass to clink with Ning Xingchen's.
Although Zhou Sitong appeared outgoing, she was quite sensitive, which surprised Ning Xingchen.
After drinking a lot, Zhou Sitong prepared to go to bed. Ning Xingchen helped her to her room, but the girl showed no interest in anything more. If Ning Xingchen forced himself on her, it would only make her resent him.
Zhou Sitong was different from Chen Rong. He only wanted to play with Chen Rong, but he wanted to win Zhou Sitong's heart, so he couldn't act rashly.
"Sitong, rest early. Goodnight."
After tucking her in, Ning Xingchen left without hesitation.
"Senior, I misjudged you. I didn't expect you to be such a gentleman," Zhou Sitong murmured.
Unknowingly, Zhou Sitong began to develop a liking for Ning Xingchen, seeing he wasn't the sleazy rich kid she had imagined.
But Ning Xingchen felt conflicted, thinking it was a shame to miss this opportunity, especially when a beautiful girl had come willingly.
Lying in bed, he couldn't sleep, his mind filled with thoughts of Zhou Sitong. Finally, he got up and tiptoed to her room.
Opening the door, he was startled, thinking he had been caught, but Zhou Sitong was mumbling in her sleep.
Approaching her, he realized she might be sick.
The window was wide open, letting in a chilly breeze, and at some point, Zhou Sitong had kicked off her blanket.
"Senior, I feel terrible," she muttered.
"You're so hot," Ning Xingchen said, touching her smooth forehead and realizing she had a fever.
"Sitong, wait here. I'll get you some medicine," he said, all thoughts of seduction gone, now only worried about her health.
After boiling some water and finding the fever medicine, he returned.
"Take this," he said, helping her sit up to take the medicine.
"Thank you, Senior," she said, feeling warmth in her heart.
"I shouldn't have let you drink so much and then catch a cold," Ning Xingchen scolded gently but lovingly.
"Senior, don't be mad. It's my fault for not taking care of myself," Zhou Sitong whimpered.