Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

Two days later, Su Jingsheng learned from Tang Tang that Shen Qingyue would be going to the third floor of the library in the afternoon to borrow a few books on flower arranging.

The little girl's eyes lit up.

She changed into a light apricot-colored dress, braided her long hair into a loose plait, and went to the library with a canvas bag on her back.

The third floor was quiet, with afternoon sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Shen Qingyue sat by the window, with two thick, hardcover books in front of her, their covers printed with floral patterns.

Su Jingsheng walked over and sat down in the empty seat opposite her.

Shen Qingyue looked up, saw it was her, and frowned slightly.

"Su, you're here to read too?" Her voice was soft, with her usual gentleness.

"Hmm." Su Jingsheng nodded, took out her tablet from her bag, got up and randomly picked a flower arrangement book from the bookshelf, then put it on the table.

Shen Qingyue glanced at the book, said nothing, and lowered her head again.

But Su Jingsheng could sense that she was uncomfortable.

Su Jingsheng took out her phone and sent a message to Bo Jinghuai.

Jinghuai, where are you?

Bo Jinghuai replied quickly.

[Student Council Office. What's wrong?]

Su Jingsheng typed: [I'm on the third floor of the library, a little bored. Will you come keep me company?]

There was a pause of a few seconds.

Wait.

Su Jingsheng put down her phone, opened the flower arrangement book, and looked at it absentmindedly.

Ten minutes later, footsteps were heard at the bottom of the stairs.

Bo Jinghuai, dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, walked up with a tablet in his hand.

His gaze swept across the reading area, paused when he saw Su Jingsheng, and then noticed Shen Qingyue next to her.

Bo Jinghuai frowned.

He walked over and sat down next to Su Jingsheng.

"How did I get here?" he mouthed.

Su Jingsheng raised her small face, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and mouthed softly, "I want to read a book."

Bo Jinghuai glanced at the flower arrangement book in front of her, then looked at her, secretly displeased.

Is the little girl going to her second competition soon? Why isn't she practicing the piano?

He even said he'd use the prize money to buy me a gift.

The important part comes later.

Bo Jinghuai snorted, opened his tablet, and began processing emails.

Shen Qingyue sat beside her, her fingers gripping the pages of the book, unable to focus on a single picture.

She didn't expect Bo Jinghuai to come, and she certainly didn't expect Su Jingsheng to call him.

Shen Qingyue bit her lip, forcing herself to concentrate on the book.

Su Jingsheng recalled those strategies and the little tricks she used under the table.

She glanced around nervously, thankfully there weren't many people around.

The little girl's heart started racing.

Try?

She took a deep breath and quietly pulled her foot out of her sandal.

She lifted her leg, her slender white feet probing under the table, her toes lightly touching Bo Jinghuai's leather shoes.

Bo Jinghuai paused.

He raised his eyes and looked at Su Jingsheng.

The little girl was looking down at her book, her profile serene, as if she were doing nothing.

But under the table, that delicate little foot moved again, its toes slowly sliding up the edge of his leather shoes, brushing past his ankle, and stopping on his calf.

Bo Jinghuai's breathing became heavier.

He stared at Su Jingsheng, his eyes darkening.

Su Jingsheng felt his gaze, looked up, and winked at him.

He looked completely innocent.

Bo Jinghuai suddenly understood.

This little thing did it on purpose.

She deliberately invited Shen Qingyue to be present, intentionally trying to provoke him.

Bo Jinghuai twitched the corner of his mouth.

Row.

Play with her.

He put down the tablet, reached his right hand under the table, and accurately grasped the mischievous foot.

Su Jingsheng trembled.

Bo Jinghuai's hands were large, his palms were burning hot, and they completely enveloped her feet.

He gently rubbed his thumb on her ankle bone, then slowly slid it up her delicate instep.

Su Jingsheng bit her lip, her face turning red.

She didn't expect him to grab her so easily; the strategy guide didn't mention that.

Bo Jinghuai gently tickled the sole of her foot with his fingers.

Su Jingsheng's legs went weak, and she almost let out a groan.

She quickly covered her mouth, glaring at him with her almond-shaped eyes.

Bo Jinghuai's eyes held a hint of a smile.

His fingers continued upwards, stroking her slender ankles and stopping at her calves.

The skin there was smooth and soft; he pressed it with his thumb.

The girl's body was very sensitive, and she couldn't stand it at first. She tried to pull her foot back, but Bo Jinghuai held it very tightly.

Shen Qingyue noticed the commotion on the other side.

She looked up and saw Bo Jinghuai with his head down, a faint smile on his lips.

Su Jingsheng's cheeks flushed, and her eyes darted away.

"Jinghuai?" Shen Qingyue asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Bo Jinghuai raised his head, his expression unchanged. "It's nothing."

He paused, then looked at Su Jingsheng, "Su, why is your face so red?"

Su Jingsheng: "..."

She bit her lip and whispered, "It's a little hot."

Bo Jinghuai said "oh," and then gently pinched her calf under the table.

Su Jingsheng's legs trembled, and her fingers gripped the pages of the book tightly.

As Shen Qingyue looked at the two of them, the unease in her heart grew stronger.

But she couldn't see anything.

The table is blocking the view, so I can't see anything.

She pursed her lips and lowered her head again.

Looking at Su Jingsheng's bright red ears, a wicked thought popped into Bo Jinghuai's mind.

His fingers continued upwards, stroking her knees and stopping between her thighs.

Su Jingsheng froze.

She stared wide-eyed at Bo Jinghuai.

No.

That won't work.

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow and mouthed: Beg me.

Su Jingsheng bit her lip and shook her head.

Bo Jinghuai moved his fingers slightly and pressed gently through the thin fabric of the dress.

Su Jingsheng pressed her legs together.

She reached out and grabbed his wrist under the table.

Bo Jinghuai took her hand in his own, his fingers slipping between hers, their fingers intertwined.

Then he took her hand and placed it on his lap.

Su Jingsheng's palm pressed against his firm thigh muscles, the heat making her fingertips go numb.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Bo Jinghuai held it tightly, and he pulled her hand up slowly.

Su Jingsheng's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

She looked at Bo Jinghuai, her almond-shaped eyes filled with panic and pleading.

Bo Jinghuai smiled and released her hand.

Su Jingsheng immediately pulled her hand back and hid it under the table, her fingers trembling slightly.

Shen Qingyue raised her head again.

This time, she saw Su Jingsheng's flustered expression and the playful smile on Bo Jinghuai's lips.

Her heart sank.

"Jing Huai," Shen Qingyue asked, her voice filled with confusion, "what are you doing?"

Bo Jinghuai looked at her, "What?"

"You..." Shen Qingyue couldn't bring herself to say it.

She just felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was so ambiguous that it made her uncomfortable.

Bo Jinghuai gave a slight smile. "We're reading."

As he spoke, he picked up the tablet again.

But under the table, his foot hooked around Su Jingsheng's calf, taking the initiative.

The little girl felt a shiver run through her body.

Bo Jinghuai rubbed his ankle against her delicate skin, the movements slow and clearly provocative.

Su Jingsheng bit her lip and squeezed her legs together, trying to escape.

But Bo Jinghuai had long legs and easily caught up with her, encircling her calves.

Su Jingsheng's face grew increasingly red.

Shen Qingyue looked at the two of them, her fingers tightening, and she accidentally knocked the pen off the table, which rolled to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up.

Just as she lowered her head, her gaze swept under the table.

She saw Bo Jinghuai's legs wrapped around Su Jingsheng's calves.

He saw Su Jingsheng's slender white feet stepping on his shoes.

She saw Bo Jinghuai's hand resting on Su Jingsheng's thigh.

Shen Qingyue's mind went blank.

She stood there, her fingers gripping the pen, her knuckles white, before slowly straightening up.

Bo Jinghuai noticed her gaze, looked up, and looked at her.

"Did you find the pen?" he asked calmly.

Shen Qingyue stood up, her face pale.

She looked at Bo Jinghuai, then at Su Jingsheng.

Su Jingsheng also looked up at her, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a dazed shyness, and her cheeks flushed.

He looked like he'd been bullied.