I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

The upscale hotel located on the banks of the Qi River is built on an artificial island on the shore, and as a shareholder, it can strictly be considered his asset.

"Don't dream. Who would go to a love hotel with that disgusting Cheng Feiyu? At least in a proper hotel, you can find security if you're running for your life." The girl glared at him without any politeness.

"That's too much," the boy said helplessly.

"Besides, since Cheng Feiyu thinks I'm the cutest person in the world, if you want to force me to do those filthy things to satisfy you, at least book the best room before you touch me inappropriately." The girl turned her face away again, her eyes darting around.

Now they're brazenly calling themselves the cutest in the world? The boy barely managed to hold back, feeling that asking would cause a huge problem.

"I understand. Ms. Shen, such a pure and elegant lady, certainly deserves the most luxurious hotel room. I'll take you there now." The young man extended his hand to her.

The girl's gaze met his and then looked away, her stubborn pink lips tightly closed, her small hand silently placed in his palm.

The boy sighed contentedly, intertwined his fingers with hers, and led her back to the car.

As night fell, the Lamborghini drove toward the Burj Al Arab, its engine roaring low and its low, sharp profile drawing the attention of passersby.

The girl sat in the passenger seat, casually stretching her legs out, completely unconcerned that her dazzling white cleavage was fully exposed under her knitted sweater.

"Is Cheng Feiyu satisfied now?" The girl tilted her head, gazing at the seaside street where the lights were just coming on.

"Of course I'm satisfied with being with Teacher Shen." The boy shook his head and sighed, gripping the steering wheel.

Although the girl's words and actions today could be described as distorted, the outcome was good nonetheless.

"Flattery is one thing, but that's not the question anyway," the girl said coldly, unmoved.

"What's that?" the boy asked curiously.

"It's about Cheng Feiyu's current life. He drives a supercar, has a gentle and beautiful girlfriend from Yinghua School, and is even forcing me, who is even cuter, to sit in the passenger seat. He dresses me up like this and takes me to hotels to do dirty things that can't be seen in public. Is Cheng Feiyu satisfied with this decadent and extravagant life in Academy City?" The girl made no attempt to hide her contempt.

"If that's the case, then it is a bit decadent and extravagant." The young man pondered for a moment, as if he had suddenly realized something.

The girl in the passenger seat gave a cold laugh.

"But there's one thing I disagree with," the boy said seriously.

"What?" The girl glanced at him.

"Although Teacher Shen is very cute." The boy paused.

The girl narrowed her eyes suddenly, emanating a chill from her body.

"But she's just as gentle and pretty as Nana," the boy nodded to himself.

"Disgusting, he actually spoke ill of other girls like that behind his girlfriend's back."

The chill quietly dissipated.

1032. Shen Xi doesn't mind.

Using his shareholder authority, Cheng Fei led Shen Xi to skip the reservation process and directly check into the top-tier suite at the Sailboat Estate.

Guided by staff, I stepped into the lavishly decorated foyer, closed the door, and suddenly the air became silent.

A cool, aloof girl with pigtails reaching her waist strode forward, looking around expressionlessly, her black school uniform shoes making a soft sound as she stepped on the intricately patterned carpet.

"Satisfied? A room worthy of the world's cutest girl." The boy shrugged, looking at her profile.

"So-so." The girl lowered her eyes, unmoved.

"They used to not let me stay in expensive places, but now they're splurgeing. My little darling is so fickle." The boy shook his head and sighed.

"Stop slandering me. It's this Cheng Feiyu that's being squandered, not me." The girl kicked him without any politeness, narrowing her eyes. "As someone with a girlfriend, if you still want to bring a girl like me out and touch her inappropriately, then you'd better pay the price."

"I understand, I was too indulging in a life of luxury." The young man nodded resignedly.

"You know it yourself, anyway. Cheng Feiyu has plenty of money now, and as her ex-girlfriend, I have no obligation to help her save money." The girl turned her face away, her tone even more unhappy.

"Since you're playing the girlfriend now, why keep emphasizing the ex-girlfriend?" the boy said helplessly.

"I understand. Since I owe you my life, I have no choice but to do as you ask." The girl closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again, her expression returning to blank.

"Is this a status refresh?" The boy asked curiously, standing in front of her to observe her beautiful yet cold face. He tentatively raised his hand and gently stroked the twin ponytails behind her head.

"Then tell me, my temporary girlfriend, does Cheng Feiyu like my pigtails?" The girl looked up and met his gaze, her body motionless, her expression carrying an indescribable quality.

"Of course I like it," the boy said, looking at her.

The girl turned her face away again, her eyes flickering, her voice cold and unwavering, "Then go take a shower first, and then..."

She paused, swallowed, and said, "Then you can start doing the dirty things you want."

"Actually, it's okay not to wash first?" the boy said calmly.

"It's all sweaty, it's disgusting." The girl glared at him, then looked away. "After you wash, you'll dress up like this again, you hopeless aquatic mammal."

"As expected of my teacher Shen, he knows everything." The boy breathed a sigh of relief with an air of seriousness.

The girl gave him one last look, her expression one of undisguised disdain, before turning and leaving.

"Cheng Feiyu, go wait in the master bedroom. If you dare to come and look around, I won't be polite." After saying this, her slender figure disappeared into the doorway of one of the secondary bedrooms, probably to use the bathroom inside.

The boy smacked his lips, looked around to familiarize himself with the room's layout, then put his hands in his pockets and walked deeper into the room.

After taking a shower, he first stood wrapped in a towel by the bright French windows, overlooking the brightly lit seaside night view, and then sat down against the headboard of the king-size bed in the center of the room.

After thinking for a moment, the boy took out his phone and sent a WeChat message.

"Nana"

"Hey, Cheng Fei?"

The other end still replied instantly.

"What are you doing?"

"Missing its owner, and also reading a book."

"Is everything alright today? After the phone call?"

"It's nothing, although something feels a bit off. What's wrong, Shen Xi?"

"She's furious, so she might be deliberately getting back at you. I'll tell you the details when I get back tomorrow."

"Okay? Although this method is really strange."

"Anyway, don't mind it, I'll spend quality time with you tomorrow."

"Yes~ The cat will dress up obediently and wait for its owner to come home tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to being pampered as a girlfriend. It will definitely be very happy."

"Idiot, I've been spoiling you like a girlfriend all along."

"Oh, so you're already treating her like a girlfriend?"

"Um"

"No wonder I was so happy before, hehehe~"

Just by reading the words, one can almost imagine the girl's soft, happy laughter.

"It's hopeless."

"So, you want to be treated like a girlfriend and educated by her, is that okay?"

Then another message popped up.

The boy pouted, about to send a reply, when the door opened.

A cool, expressionless girl walked in, and on the surface, she was almost exactly the same as before.

Sakura wore a beige knitted cardigan over her school uniform, her slender legs were encased in black over-the-knee socks, and she wore black uniform shoes. Her waist-length ink-black hair was tied into striking double ponytails, with silver hair clips adorning her sideburns. However, the residual moisture in her hair made it look even smoother and more like satin.

"Has Teacher Shen finished showering?" Cheng Fei casually placed his phone on the bedside table.

Shen Xi walked forward without saying a word, stood on the edge of the bed, first looked down at him, narrowed her eyes, then moved her gaze and bent down to pick up the phone on the bedside table.

The boy, arriving later, caught up first, pressing the phone before she could, and asked with feigned confusion, "Teacher Shen, why aren't you answering me?"

The girl's small hand gripped the other end of the phone, unable to lift it due to the boy's movement. She stared at him, her voice cold and devoid of emotion, "What is Cheng Feiyu feeling guilty about?"

"Am I feeling guilty?" The boy blinked.

"Then let go," the girl said coldly.

"Teacher Shen, it's really difficult for me to handle this situation, since you're my ex-girlfriend and suddenly want to take my phone. How about this, you write a marriage application, and I'll reluctantly let you check it like before," the boy said earnestly.

The girl's eyelids twitched. She took a deep breath, turned her face away, and emphasized, "Get this straight. First of all, I'm playing the role of Cheng Feiyu's girlfriend right now. This was forced upon me by Cheng Feiyu himself. And it's one thing for someone who already has a girlfriend to bring me out to do some shady things, but since that's the case, get this straight about our relationship. Honestly tell me what you talked about with your obedient Yinghua school beauty girlfriend."

"What kind of relationship? An affair? Does Teacher Shen now see herself as a vixen?" the boy asked curiously.

"It's already like this, interpret it however you like!" The girl glared at him fiercely, paused, turned her face away, and her expression became indifferent. "Forget it, I was crazy to cooperate with such a Cheng Feiyu. I'll go back first, goodbye."

She turned and left as soon as she finished speaking, her slender legs moving swiftly.

"Teacher Shen, that's an exaggeration. If you want to see it, just tell me. It's not like I won't let you see it. Come back now." The boy sat in his original seat, as if nothing had happened.

The girl paused, turned around, bit her lip slightly, her face showing displeasure. She then walked back to the boy at the same pace and reached out her small hand to him without saying a word.

The boy handed her the phone.

"Trash." The girl muttered under her breath. Instead of checking her phone immediately, she stepped forward, lifted her calves one by one, and hooked the heels of her uniform shoes, revealing the small, soft socks that had been encasing her in black over-the-knee stockings.

Noticing that the boy's gaze had shifted, her face grew even more disgusted. She climbed onto the bed, moved her knees to the boy's side, knelt down, and then pressed her forehead against the boy's chest to create a gap between them. Only then did she begin to lower her head and skillfully unlock the boy's phone.

The screen was still on the WeChat chat interface, the girl's fingertips swiping as she browsed the chat content without blinking.

The boy looked at her for a moment, coughed lightly, and casually placed his hand on the girl's rounded knees. He felt the tight texture of the black fabric, the indescribable comfort of the beautiful artwork being tightly wrapped around it.

The girl, who was staring at her phone screen, shifted her gaze slightly before continuing to read the chat. Apart from a slight furrow in her brows, she remained motionless and unresponsive.

Soon, the girl finished reading the message, threw her phone aside, and let out a cold laugh that was hard to decipher.

"Teacher Shen, what's wrong?" the boy asked calmly.

"Heh, how affectionate they are." The girl's small hand climbed up his neck, she moved her knee forward, bringing the two of them close together, and buried her face near his neck, her tone not without sarcasm.

"Teacher Shen shouldn't mind, right? I'm just comforting her." The boy carefully lowered his head, unable to see her expression. His hands were still in the same position as before, but as she moved forward, they became the absolute territory he was experiencing, and the sensation became indescribable.

"I don't mind." The girl's voice was cold, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"I knew Teacher Shen would be the most magnanimous." The boy breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"After all, she's just an ex-girlfriend. Now that she's being forced to do these things, what right does she have to mind Cheng Feiyu comforting his real girlfriend?" The girl's tone remained unchanged.

"Teacher Shen, please don't do this." The boy gently stroked the tightly bound edge of the black fabric as a gesture of comfort.

The girl didn't speak, but took a deep breath and moved her face to his shoulder. Where he couldn't see, her stubborn pink lips parted slightly, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

Then.

"Hiss! Teacher Shen?!" The boy felt a sharp pain and gasped.

The girl looked up at him, her small face close, her pure, dark eyes blinking, but she didn't say anything.

"Teacher Shen, what do you mean?" The boy couldn't understand her expression for a moment, but his gaze lingered unconsciously on her bright and delicate face.

The girl's gaze moved to his shoulder, and she reached out her small hand to gently stroke it, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as if she were deep in thought.

In that place, the slight bleeding teeth marks on the boy's pale skin were disappearing at a visible speed.

Cheng Fei looked down and realized that she wasn't really concerned about Nagasaki Asuna, but was testing him.

Shen Xi looked at the boy's chest again, gently touching the raised muscles with her small hand to confirm that there were no scars on the surface, and her brows furrowed even more.

"Teacher Shen, so you're interested in this part? If it's you, you can do whatever you want, touch or lick it." The boy said seriously, recalling a rather extraordinary girl in Yinghua who had once told him her wish to his face.

"So this is Cheng Feiyu's new power?" The girl ignored his words and stared at him.

"What is Teacher Shen talking about?" The boy asked, his expression genuinely puzzled.

"Stop pretending. Cheng Feiyu's healing ability was never this good before. It's obviously something she just acquired that day, which is why she was able to survive such a serious injury." The girl's sharp gaze pierced him.

"Actually, I wasn't injured at all that day. I was just pretending to deceive Teacher Shen." The boy sighed with a sense of relief.

"There's a limit to nonsense. You've bled so much and you're still being stubborn." The girl glared at him.

"It's all the blood from failed attempts," the boy said with certainty.

After a second of eye contact, the girl continued to examine his chest, as if she hadn't heard him, and pondered, "When Cheng Feiyu tricked me into running for my life, he couldn't even beat the failed attempt. What happened after that? And why did he later publicly confess his feelings to the fox spirit? What is the connection between these two things?"

The girl's gaze passed through his chest and stared at the infinitely distant void, as if she were facing some cosmic puzzle.