They are in their final year of high school and are heavily dependent on me.

Did Lin Mo really not have any cash? She wasn't sure. However, knowing that he had also borrowed money to pay his class fees made her feel much more at ease. He had even helped her borrow money and hadn't questioned why she didn't have any cash.

It was as if he had known her background all along and had always maintained a proper distance in their relationship.

There was a vague, unsettling feeling that he might be just like me.

Regardless of his good intentions, without him, I probably would have cried for a long time yesterday because I couldn't pay my work fees.

It won't be long, just a little while!

"Um, have you really ever eaten this kind of shumai?"

Seeing that the morning reading hadn't started yet, Xu Lingxi nudged Lin Mo, using a pen cap to do so to avoid suspicion.

"No," Lin Mo replied casually, flipping through his English book—a good opportunity to practice his spoken English.

I don't like eating that.

"But you just said you couldn't eat anymore, that's why you gave it to me."

"I'm already full from eating everything else," Lin Mo chuckled. "Or you could feed me a taste?"

Xu Lingxi blushed immediately:

"You should eat it yourself. It wasn't mine to begin with."

"I have a quirk: I like to eat what other people have, but I don't like what I have myself."

Xu Lingxi was speechless. What a weird quirk!

"Come on everyone, please open your English books. Let's turn to the vocabulary list at the end of the first compulsory course."

Suddenly, Huang Yaoyao, the English class representative, tapped on the teacher's desk, and the sound of pages turning could be heard sparsely in the classroom.

But Xu Lingxi didn't move. After so many morning reading sessions since high school, this was the first time her attention was completely elsewhere.

As the sound of reading aloud gradually filled her ears, the girl seemed to have made up her mind.

Her slender, pale fingers gently picked up a piece of shumai.

Swaying precariously in the air, it gradually drew closer to him.

Xu Lingxi's face flushed as red as the warm spring sun. Her lips were tightly pressed together, her expression stubborn yet embarrassed, her rabbit-like eyes wide open.

She kept telling herself that this was just what a good deskmate and good friend should do, and since he could be so honest, she could too.

Just a good deskmate, just a good deskmate.

"Hey!"

"I'm not calling you 'Hey,' I'm calling you..." Lin Mo was flipping through his English book, a little rusty from not using it in a while. He turned his head and saw a shumai (a type of dumpling) in front of him.

After finishing the shumai, the girl's face turned a deep blush of embarrassment, and her adorable eyes seemed to be swirling with shyness.

He was stunned for a moment, and before he could close his mouth, Xu Lingxi had already given him a deep throat.

"cough"

I don't know if it's the taste of shumai or the taste of a young girl's fingers, anyway...

It tastes really good.

Chapter 38 Online Chat with Li Zhihan

Lin Mo did it by accident.

After all, Xu Lingxi had penetrated too deeply; he was clearly a greenhorn who had never been fed before.

And if your throat is suddenly attacked, you'll instinctively shut your mouth.

If there's anything inappropriate, like a kiss, you can't blame him.

It started with English morning reading, followed by two periods of Chinese, two math, and one chemistry class, with a long break in between.

Xu Lingxi seemed to be on silent, making absolutely no sound. Her tense, pretty face didn't even turn to look at him again.

At lunchtime, the girl quickly left her seat. She had left two pieces of shumai uneaten. She took them to the cafeteria to heat them up, and with some free rice, it would be enough for her lunch.

He and Li Zhihan were the only two people left in the classroom.

The lunchbox that the socially awkward cat brought was originally intended to support its classmate, but unfortunately, the classmate had already committed a hit-and-run.

Can you just stab whenever you want, or leave whenever you want?

In a fit of anger, Lin Mo turned on his phone and made a video call to Li Zhihan via QQ.

I just created her QQ account this morning.

As a result, his abs were even groped and pinched a few times by her.

Honestly, these days, girls' high schools are all so flamboyant and oppressive, no wonder they have psychological problems.

"Ring ring ring~"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Li Zhihan, at the other end of the classroom, was startled by her phone ringing. She jumped up and kicked her chair away again.

Lin Mo looked over and saw the girl pressing her phone down hard to prevent it from vibrating, looking very anxious.

Cellphone: I've encountered a fake person; I have nothing to say.

"Uh," Lin Mo walked over and tapped the hang-up button on Li Zhihan's phone.

"If I'm calling you, just tap this button if you don't want to answer."

Don't you usually make phone calls?

Li Zhihan took a deep breath, still shaken, and shook her head.

"So how do you usually contact your family? By text message?"

The girl nodded, then realized that this way of communicating was inconvenient, and turned to get paper and pen.

But as soon as she made this move, her sensitive heart couldn't help but overthink it.

I feel like I can accept communicating with him, and I'm not so resistant to it.

The feeling of anticipation and longing I had for him still lingered.

Mingming only intended to return the gift to him, but before she knew it, she had become a captive of milk.

Even so, he would force himself to do things he didn't want to do.

I've secretly looked at him many times since yesterday. Is that why I've gotten more used to his presence?

"Have you been spying on me all this time?"

As Lin Mo spoke, he took a picture of her on his phone and used it as her QQ profile picture, also changing her name to "Zhihan".

Damn, this phone must be expensive, otherwise how could Li Zhihan look so good from any angle?

"!"

When the girl realized she had been caught peeping, she shrank back and wrote "I'm sorry" in her notebook.

"What's there to apologize for? I see you every day too. You're so good-looking, it's just impossible not to see you. I understand that feeling."

Li Zhihan: "."

"By the way, we don't need paper and pen anymore in the future, it's too troublesome."

"Texting is inconvenient too, and one cent per message is too expensive."

"Let's chat on QQ. You haven't joined the class group yet either, have you? Hey, don't rush me, I won't add you yet, we'll see."

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

Lin Mo returned the phone to her. The girl took it blankly, staring at the little penguin icon on the screen and her own picture in the account profile.

Some trance.

It was as if she was sealed inside the phone.

Her father bought her this phone, but she only uses it to receive text messages from him or her teacher.

I haven't used it much so far.

"You can eat here without worry, I won't peek, don't worry."

After saying that, Lin Mo left the front line, returned to his position, and opened the lunchbox that the socially awkward cat had generously sponsored.

The meat and vegetables were evenly distributed and smelled incredibly delicious; I guess she has a chef at home who specializes in making bento boxes.

After taking a few bites, Lin Mo picked up his phone and sent a message to Li Zhihan.

[Mo]: The bento box is delicious. Did your chef make it?

Suddenly, just as the message was sent, Lin Mo heard Li Zhihan kicking her legs so hard they hit the table leg.

Alas, hypocrite.

There's no other way but to correct it gradually.

Fortunately, the girl adapted quite well. She glanced at Lin Mo and copied him, holding a phone in one hand and a spoon in the other.

I ate a small bite of rice first.

Then, stare at your phone screen and calm yourself down. Use the keyboard to type, just treat it like paper and pen.

[Zhihan]: I made it.

It was sent with a "whoosh".

Li Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief.

It was much easier than I expected.

Soon after, Lin Mo's second message arrived.

[Mo]: Awesome! I didn't expect you to be a junior cook. Your skills are much better than those of chefs in high-end restaurants.

The girl looked at the text in the chat box and, for some reason, felt a little happy to be praised in this way.

It seems this is the first time someone has praised her cooking. In the past, people would only say she was pretty or did well in her studies, which she could almost ignore.

Cooking is one of her few hobbies, isn't it?

Actually, she just wanted to eat food she made herself. She learned how to cook it without really knowing how. There used to be a chef in the family, but ever since that incident, her father has always indulged her every whim.

"Um"

Li Zhihan started tapping the screen again, typed a few words, then deleted them.

She didn't know what to say.

But Lin Mo doesn't seem to have sent any more messages.

The girl thought that this form of communication, compared to reality, lacked body language, vocalization, and eye contact between people.

All sensations seemed to be concentrated in my mind, concentrated on this small screen.

She stared at the empty chat box, at the other person's profile picture, and inexplicably felt a sense of anticipation; inexplicably, that hidden longing in her heart grew stronger.

I wonder what he's going to say.

What should she say?

After he says that, how should she respond?

These are things she's always been thinking about, and they're true in reality as well.

But she refused to make eye contact with people, refused to analyze their body language, and refused to open her mouth and vibrate her voice.

After removing these things, she used to be curious about communication and interaction.

The tension of her fear of communication resurfaced in her heart in the form of anticipation.

"Ding dong~"

Finally, the girl looked at the screen.

[Mo]: Have you ever thought about why I approached you? As if I knew you very well?

Li Zhihan was taken aback, and couldn't help but shift her gaze away from the screen, instead fixing it on Lin Mo in the distance.

But he acted as if nothing had happened; after sending the message, he just kept eating.