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 The pervert behind the world's third master was unlike any he'd encountered before. He only covered Jiang Nian's mouth for a short while before quickly releasing it, and then deliberately placed his hand in front of her mouth, coaxing in a cheerful voice, "Wife, bite me."

Jiang Nian refused to bite, and he asked, "Who are you?"

Seeing that Jiang Nian wouldn't bite, the pervert was somewhat disappointed. Instead, he held Jiang Nian's chin, lowered his head, and gently kissed away the tears that had welled up in her eyes from fear. He didn't answer her question, but instead said, "Why are your little tears so sweet? So cute."

Unlike Jiang Nian, who couldn't see clearly in the darkness, the pervert seemed to be able to see her every move. He stared at Jiang Nian's furrowed brows, his emotions fluctuating, finally settling into deep affection.

However, this affection was exceptionally different from that of ordinary people.

"Let me go!" Jiang Nian didn't care about love or anything like that. He immediately called for help. He couldn't beat the pervert, but plenty of others would fight for him.

But his actions were noticed by the pervert, who shoved his thumb into Jiang Nian's mouth. Jiang Nian instinctively bit down, and the pervert's pleasure transmitted from his vibrating chest to Jiang Nian. He said, "Good kitty, your teeth are sharp, not bad."

"But it's a pity, you weren't strong enough, you didn't leave a mark."

The pervert released Jiang Nian, his tone seemingly indifferent, but upon closer listening, it was full of jealousy. He said, "You're not like this with others."

"...It's almost time, see you next time."

Jiang Nian had just been put down and hadn't recovered yet. He hadn't expected this pervert to come so aggressively, but in the end, he did nothing, as if he had just come to say hello and let Jiang Nian not forget him.

Jiang Nian subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to grab the pervert, but the pitch-black environment made Jiang Nian hesitate. He pursed his lips and finally carefully looked for the light switch.

The next second, with a click, the light turned on.

The door opened too.

Fu Qing, holding the ice cream he'd just bought, stood in the doorway, the light switch still pressed. He looked at Jiang Nian, who had walked into the corner of the room, and asked, "Sweetie, why are you turning off the light?"

Jiang Nian blinked, scrutinizing Fu Qing, but Fu Qing remained as nonchalant as ever, a fawning smile on his face that even he didn't realize was on his face. "Why are you looking at me like that, sweetie?"

"Missed me?"

Jiang Nian couldn't tell if it was Fu Qing who had ambushed him earlier; he didn't trust anyone now. His little face was serious—in this world, Jiang Nian's body was still his own, but his age had been adjusted to the academy's average age. This caused a problem: when Jiang Nian was eighteen, he still had a bit of baby fat, probably from being spoiled by his family. It wasn't until he was twenty that he gradually lost that baby fat and became more delicate and slender.

Therefore, Jiang Nian was even cuter in this world than in the previous two worlds.

His stern face had no menace; instead, it made Fu Qing completely bewildered. Holding the ice cream, he approached Jiang Nian, apologizing regardless of whether he was wrong or not. "What happened? I'm sorry, I should have told you before buying things. Don't ignore me."

The ice cream was almost pressed against Jiang Nian's face, so she licked it off before asking seriously, "Did you really go shopping?"

Fu Qing found it amusing; Jiang Nian's behavior was just like her boyfriend investigating where he'd been. He shook the ice cream in his hand and said, "Or did I have someone else buy this?"

Jiang Nian thought for a moment. Indeed, although Fu Qing's return time was suspicious, the ice cream hadn't melted yet, as if it had just come out of the machine. She took the ice cream, examined it for a while, and said to Fu Qing, "Are there security cameras here?"

Fu Qing sensed something was wrong. His smile vanished, and he cupped Jiang Nian's face, looking at her seriously for a long time before angrily asking, "What happened just now? Why are you crying?"

Jiang Nian hadn't cried for long, and the tear stains had been licked away; only a faint redness remained at the corners of her eyes.

Jiang Nian said unhappily, "Someone broke in just now, but I didn't see his face."

Fu Qing immediately became furious and asked, "Did he bully you?"

He didn't expect such a thing to happen to Jiang Nian right under his nose.

"Yeah! Brother, you have to beat him up for me." Jiang Nian thought to herself that when they caught that pervert, she would beat him up too.

"Of course." Fu Qing felt not only anger, but also murderous intent. He looked Jiang Nian over again to make sure she wasn't hurt, then took her hand and, without even taking a shower, led her to the student council office.

The college was very large. Jiang Nian carried an ice cream cone along the way. It was hot, and she was afraid it would melt, so she ate it as she walked. To play the role of a considerate green tea, Jiang Nian even raised her hand to feed Fu Qing.

Others might have pretended to refuse for a while, but Fu Qing didn't. He took a bite of the ice cream, still bearing Jiang Nian's teeth marks. His mouth was big, and after one bite, only half of the ice cream remained.

Jiang Nian withdrew her hand, glanced at Fu Qing, then at the crispy shell, and finally silently finished eating.

Fu Qing, unaware of this, felt a sweet, almost smug satisfaction amidst his anger.

His wife was feeding him again; she must be interested in him too.

Upon arriving at the student council, neither the president nor the vice-president was present. Fu Qing found someone he knew and obtained the authority to investigate the surveillance footage. The student council, of course, didn't manage the surveillance itself, but they possessed the power.

Having obtained it, Fu Qing took Jiang Nian to the monitoring room. Although there were clearly surveillance cameras outside the washroom, no one entered the footage after Fu Qing left.

There were only two possibilities: first, the footage had been tampered with; second, the person had avoided the cameras, using a blind spot.

Fu Qing frowned, stubbornly adjusting the footage several times, but the image remained unchanged. Seeing that Fu Qing was at a loss, Jiang Nian could only say to him, "Forget it, that's fine. You've already done a great job."

What difference was there between this statement and questioning Fu Qing's abilities?

Fu Qing didn't want to leave Jiang Nian with the impression of incompetence, so he promised, "Don't worry, I'll find that person for you."

Jiang Nian nodded. His words didn't actually mean anything by it, but that pervert was more formidable than she had imagined.

But who was it?

So shameful.

...

The tall man walked out of the washroom and stood in the empty horse arena. He calmed himself for a long time before suppressing the lingering excitement within him. Heavy breaths escaped his lips, disappearing without a trace. After a moment, he took out a black Polaroid camera from his pocket and pressed the button on the faint teeth marks on his thumb.

A brand new photo appeared. The man's fingers trembled as he shook the photo, lowered his eyelids, and slowly said, "A new gift."

The man also wanted to be like everyone else, to be clung to by Jiang Nian, to be openly with her, and to enjoy beautiful moments together.

At Flård Academy, as long as it didn't affect their studies, dating wasn't forbidden. After all, given their family backgrounds, it couldn't be called dating; it could be called a marriage alliance.

However…

“It’s not the right time yet.”

The man sighed, carefully stuffing the photo into his pocket as if it were a precious jewel.

“It’s not the right time yet!”

the man said again.

The horse ranch was long closed and deserted, so no one saw the man, nor heard his regretful words.

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