84: Chapter 84 The Master's "Fire"

Su Muxue's grip was absurdly strong.

She didn't seem at all like the gentle, soft-spoken maid who usually couldn't even unscrew a bottle cap.

It was less like holding hands and more like a "submission hold."

In that instant, Huang Mao even had the illusion that he was being handcuffed by a police officer.

Ah, no, wait—a female police officer.

"Um, Muxue..."

Huang Mao tried to struggle a little.

After all, it was broad daylight, and two grown adults sneaking off to such a secluded corner didn't look very proper no matter how you sliced it.

But Su Muxue didn't give him a chance.

Her small hand was tightly interlaced with his fingers, her palm slick with sweat.

It was damp, sticky, and even trembling slightly.

It was a physiological reaction caused by extreme nervousness mixed with extreme excitement.

She didn't look back, just marched forward with determined steps, pulling him northward.

Her destination was very clear—the row of abandoned equipment rooms in the far corner of the sports field.

It was a place where tattered high-jump mats, rusty hurdle racks, and other miscellaneous junk had been piled up for years.

Usually, not even a ghost would want to go there, let alone anything other than stray cats.

It was an absolute blind spot, completely out of sight.

It was also, so to speak, a "surveillance dead zone."

Huang Mao was panicking inside.

This girl usually seemed so well-behaved, so why had she suddenly "gone dark"?

Could it be that the bump from earlier had caused some kind of problem?

Or was it that she finally couldn't stand this cohabitation lifestyle and planned to drag him into a corner...

And silence him?

In every sense of the word.

The little drama in Huang Mao's head was playing out in full swing.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the battle on the basketball court had reached a fever pitch.

"Nice shot!"

"Sister An is awesome!"

Cheers erupted one after another, deafening in volume.

An Ran was completely bloodthirsty now.

It was originally just an exhibition match meant to show off in front of her crush.

But those boys on the other side had been bullied into a rage and had actually started defending seriously.

They had originally been distracted by An Ran's figure from time to time, but now, all that remained in their eyes was a desire for victory.

And this happened to touch a nerve with the Sports Student.

You can insult my intelligence, but you absolutely cannot question my basketball skills!

An Ran used a beautiful crossover to shake off the opposing guard.

She immediately followed up with a stop-and-pop jump shot.

The basketball traced a perfect arc through the air.

"Swish!"

A clean shot through the net.

The score was reversed!

"Yeah!"

An Ran waved her fists in excitement, her ponytail whipping high behind her head.

Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at that familiar spot on the baseline.

She wanted to be greeted by Huang Mao's look of admiration.

She wanted to hear that perfunctory yet satisfying "Sister An is the best!"

However.

That spot was empty.

There was only a bottle of mineral water, less than half-drunk, standing lonely on the ground.

It seemed to be silently mocking her for being self-indulgent.

An Ran froze for a second.

Where was he?

Did he go to the bathroom?

Or maybe to buy a snack?

Before she could think it through, the boys on the other side had already launched a fast break.

"Get back on defense! Get back!"

The Sports Representative's anxious shout pulled An Ran's thoughts back.

"Tch, dropping the ball at a critical moment."

An Ran muttered, forced to withdraw her gaze and throw herself back into the intense struggle.

She had no idea.

Just as she was sweating for that meaningless score, her home had already been stolen.

But it wasn't as if no one noticed.

Everything had been seen by Leng Qingxuan, who was sitting on the sidelines.

As the only person with a "god's-eye view."

Leng Qingxuan's mood right now was even worse than eating the crap forwarded by group members.

She had originally been rubbing her sore thighs, still savoring the sweetness and shame of last night in her heart.

But as soon as she looked up.

She saw Su Muxue, like a kidnapper, dragging her boyfriend into the small grove...

No, wait, into the dead end of the equipment room.

She remembered having been to that place once before when she was slacking off during P.E. class.

It was truly very hidden.

It was so hidden that even if you did something indescribable inside, people outside would absolutely not be able to hear or see it.

Leng Qingxuan's heart sank sharply.

An alarm named "crisis" was ringing wildly in her mind.

If it were An Ran, Leng Qingxuan might not have been this nervous.

But Su Muxue was different.

That woman...

Her level was too high!

She usually kept a low profile, acting with the humble attitude of someone who was just "joining this family."

But once she made a move, she went straight for the kill.

Look at that hand-holding move from just now!

It was so natural, so aggressive, and so impossible to refuse.

It was as if she had rehearsed it countless times.

Leng Qingxuan's brain, which was addicted to 2D media, instantly began to spin wildly.

Various adult-only scenarios flooded her mind like bullet comments.

A dim equipment room...

Dusty high-jump mats...

A lone man and woman...

Su Muxue's rule-breaking E-cup figure...

And her submissive appearance, as if she were waiting to be plucked...

"No!"

Leng Qingxuan clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

That was her man!

That was her private property, the one she had just stamped and sworn upon last night!

How could she let another woman touch him?

Even if it was that so-called "maid," it was not allowed!

A strong impulse drove her to want to stand up.

She wanted to rush over!

She wanted to act like an empress, kick open the door of the equipment room, and shout, "You bold, seductive hussy, let go of that boy!"

However.

The ideal was full, but reality was skinny.

As soon as Leng Qingxuan exerted force, pain from her inner thighs and ankles struck simultaneously.

"Hiss—"

She gasped, her body went limp, and she fell back onto the bench.

It hurt.

It really hurt.

As she was now, never mind "catching them in the act."

Even just walking to the vending machine over there to buy a bottle of water would probably require her to shuffle over like an old lady.

And...

There was an even more awkward problem.

In what capacity would she go over there?

As a roommate?

A classmate?

Or... as his girlfriend?

If she rushed over now, it would inevitably cause a scene.

Then the whole class would crowd around.

Everyone would see a disheveled Huang Mao and Su Muxue.

They would also see a furious Leng Qingxuan.

And then what?

Wouldn't that be equivalent to announcing to the whole world: "I'm having an affair with Huang Mao, and Huang Mao is cheating openly"?

Then wouldn't the "secret relationship" she had painstakingly managed last night become a joke?

And wouldn't the endurance she had shown to avoid causing trouble for Huang Mao all go to waste?

"Damn it..."

Leng Qingxuan bit her lip, her eyes slightly red.

This feeling of watching her own crystal get stolen but being powerless to do anything because she was AFK—it was just too frustrating!

She was simply a useless wife!

Just as Leng Qingxuan was battling with her own conscience, in the dead end next to the equipment room, the atmosphere had become extremely ambiguous.

This was indeed a good place.

On three sides, high piles of discarded equipment formed a natural barrier.

Overhead, a dense old locust tree blocked the sunlight completely.

It was cool and quiet.

Only the occasional sound of basketballs hitting the rim and cheers from afar reminded them that they were still on campus.

Su Muxue finally stopped.

She turned around, leaning back against the pile of dust-covered mats.

Those eyes, like deep pools, were now lit with two flickering, dark blue flames.

She stared straight at Huang Mao.

There was no longer the usual obedience and humility in her eyes.

Replacing them was a heart-palpitating obsession, and... heartache.

That's right, heartache.

It was the look of an old mother watching her own child suffer a grievance.

It made Huang Mao's skin crawl.

"Um... Muxue."

Huang Mao swallowed, trying to break the eerie silence.

"Let's talk things over properly, can you let go of my hand first?"

"If someone sees this, it won't be good for your reputation."

Su Muxue acted as if she hadn't heard him.

Not only did she not let go, but she gripped his hand even tighter.

She even took a step forward, pushing her luck.

The distance between them closed instantly.

It was close enough that Huang Mao could clearly smell the faint scent of body wash on her.

Jasmine.

"Master..."

Su Muxue spoke.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, and trembling.

"You are enduring something, aren't you?"

This sentence completely bewildered Huang Mao.

"Huh?"

Huang Mao looked confused.

"Enduring what? I'm not enduring anything; if I need to go to the bathroom, I'll go myself."

Su Muxue shook her head gently, the heartache in her eyes deepening.

She raised her other hand and touched the corner of Huang Mao's eye with her fingertips.

There was a faint circle of dark bruising there.

"Your dark circles don't lie."

"Last night... you didn't rest well at all, did you?"

Huang Mao's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no.

How was this girl's observation skills so sharp?

He was just about to make up an excuse to brush it off, like "I stayed up all night playing games" or "I got too into reading a novel," but Su Muxue didn't give him a chance to make up a story.

She was like an experienced old doctor, beginning to "take his pulse" on her own.

"I know, forcibly enduring it is bad for your body."

"If that kind of fire is bottled up inside and can't be released, it will hurt you."

"It will lead to endocrine disorders, lethargy, lack of concentration..."

"It might even affect your... future function."

Su Muxue said it all with a straight face, her tone full of professional concern.

If not for the current setting, Huang Mao would have thought he was listening to some health seminar.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was, she was getting more and more outrageous!

What fire? What function?

This innuendo was practically running him over!

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Huang Mao hurriedly called a halt.

He felt like his CPU was about to burn out.

"Muxue, did you misunderstand something?"

Huang Mao explained with a bitter smile.

"I just didn't sleep well, maybe it's because I'm not used to the bed... No, wait, this is my house, I'm used to the bed."

"Anyway, I just had insomnia, it's not as complicated as you think."

Su Muxue stared at him fixedly.

Her eyes were full of "I don't believe you."

She was silent for a few seconds.

Then, she made a move that made Huang Mao's heart stop.

She stepped forward again.

This time, there was no gap between them.

That suffocating softness pressed against Huang Mao's chest without reservation.

He could even feel their heartbeats.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

He didn't know whose heartbeat it was, but it was as fast as a war drum.

Su Muxue stood on tiptoe.

Her warm breath sprayed against Huang Mao's ear.

With a hint of determination, and a hint of probing, she softly uttered a thunderous sentence—

"Is it because last night... Sister Qingxuan didn't satisfy you?"

Boom!

Huang Mao felt something explode in his brain.

His pupils shook instantly.

His whole body stiffened like a stone.

She...

How did she know?!

That's impossible!

He had clearly locked the door last night!

The curtains were drawn tightly!

Plus, given Leng Qingxuan's prideful personality, she had bitten her lip and suppressed her voice the whole time.

Except for those last few pleas which were a little bit louder...

Did this girl have super-hearing?

Or did she install a bug in the room?

The huge shock caused Huang Mao's brain to briefly crash.

Reason went offline.

Instinct took over his body.

He almost subconsciously blurted out:

"How do you know?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Huang Mao regretted it.

He wanted to slap himself twice.

Wasn't this just "confessing without being pressed"!

Wasn't this a disguised admission that something had indeed happened last night, and that it indeed "didn't satisfy him"!

It was over now.

He had been completely exposed.

...

On the other side, Leng Qingxuan sat restlessly on the sideline bench.

She had just wanted to call An Ran over to see what was going on.

But An Ran was completely caught up in the game, and the group around her was too noisy; she couldn't hear her even if she called out.

In the end, she took out her phone, took a deep breath, opened her social media app, and sent a message to Huang Mao.

[What are you and Su Muxue doing?]

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