‘Are you out of your mind!’
A memory buried deep in Murong Xiuxiu’s mind surfaced.
She clearly remembered the last pervert who coveted the Principal, looked at her with fanatical eyes, and screamed that she wanted to lick the Principal’s soles.
The Principal kicked her so hard she was embedded in the wall, impossible to pry out.
‘Man, I acknowledge your courage.’
‘Too bad you don’t seem to have the strength to match it…’
Murong Xiuxiu looked at her own Principal, sleeping soundly in Lin Lue’s arms, and silently retracted her previous thoughts.
‘This man, truly a divine being!’
‘…No, that’s not right!’
A bizarre idea flashed through Murong Xiuxiu’s mind.
She had never seen the Principal get so close to anyone, let alone a man…
‘The Principal acts lazy, she must still be a virgin. Plus that eternal face—can’t tell how old she is, but definitely not young… Hiss!’
‘Thinking about it, it’s depressingly oppressive.’
Murong Xiuxiu subconsciously covered her mouth, stifling a gasp.
The more she looked, the more she felt she’d discovered a huge secret.
She didn’t dare look again, afraid that tomorrow she’d be fired by Tang Xinxin for stepping into the Principal’s office with her left foot first.
She turned quietly, tiptoed out of the office, and carefully closed the door behind her.
Leaning against the cold wall, she gasped for air, her heart pounding wildly.
Sticky and wet, she reached back and felt cold sweat.
‘See, I knew I wasn’t scared enough to pee myself.’
‘Is the Principal finally… finally going to… an old cow eating tender grass?’
Murong Xiuxiu felt sorry for Lin Lue.
Could he bear such heavy oppression?
Her emotions surged.
She desperately wanted to share this with someone.
But then she thought: if she leaked this secret, the Principal would probably kick her into the sky, her head competing with cement for hardness, shoulder to shoulder with the ceiling chandelier.
After a struggle, her survival instinct overpowered her urge to share, and she held it in.
The more she imagined, the more her mind raced, scenes flooding her thoughts.
She bit her finger and thought in distress.
‘How much should I give as a wedding gift later?’
[Keep thinking nonsense and I’ll throw you out of the Academy.]
Murong Xiuxiu: !
Tang Xinxin’s voice suddenly rang in her ear, completely emotionless, making Murong Xiuxiu shiver.
She stood at attention.
She didn’t dare think anymore and quickly retreated.
—
The office returned to calm. Outside, sunlight slanted in, casting a warm glow.
Lin Lue sat on the soft sofa.
Tang Xinxin lay on his lap, looking tiny like a kitten, making Lin Lue want to pet her.
But as he watched the objects around him slowly return to their original places, he stopped that thought.
Flying papers neatly stacked themselves back.
The vicious cracks on the walls, torn by magic, healed before his eyes.
Mana Outburst from earlier had been terrifying.
But it also gave Lin Lue a huge feast.
[Magic Power Points +1]
“…”
After the big outburst, it was like a “dessert.”
Many a little makes a mickle. Lin Lue sighed again.
Tang Xinxin was truly a good girl.
Lin Lue looked down at the serene sleeping face in his arms and lowered his voice.
“Principal Tang, I want to discuss something with you.”
Her soft, delicate cheek rubbed against his thigh like a spoiled kitten, indicating he should continue.
“It’s about Ye Beiming’s tuition.”
Lin Lue knew Tang Xinxin must already understand.
Witch Academy was located in the Lower District.
Logically, it should be all darkness and profit-seeking.
No money, how can you awaken as a Witch?
But it wasn’t like that.
Tang Xinxin’s rule was: to become an Awakened Witch, first enroll, then pay tuition later.
It was because of this regulation that Lin Xue’er could enter the Academy.
It was completely at odds with the atmosphere of the Lower District.
Back then, Lin Lue almost thought he’d seen the sun.
Tang Xinxin nodded, her pale lashes trembling slightly.
She had recovered some energy.
No longer curled up in his arms, she sat on his lap.
Her small feet in white silk stockings hung in the air, swinging gently.
She still hadn’t opened her eyes.
A bottle of milk in the corner floated up as if pulled by an invisible force, drifting to Tang Xinxin’s instep.
She flicked her toe, flipping the milk, and it stopped in front of Lin Lue.
Understanding, Lin Lue reached out, picked up the milk, opened the package, and inserted the straw.
He brought it to Tang Xinxin’s lips.
Ahh~
Her small red lips wrapped around the straw, drinking the milk in small sips.
The milky fragrance spread between her lips.
Lin Lue noticed her lips curl up slightly.
She seemed to be in a good mood.
“So, Principal, Ye Beiming’s tuition, I’ll pay it now…”
Give it to you.
Lin Lue had money now, so he didn’t want to owe.
But before he could finish, Tang Xinxin waved her hand, cutting him off.
Holding the straw, her voice was slurred but clear: “No need, I’ll waive it.”
“You helped me a big one just now…”
She paused, spat out the straw.
A drop of milk hung on the bitten straw.
She opened her eyes.
Her magnificent purple irises glowed faintly as she looked up at Lin Lue.
“Also, if possible, I hope you can come by my side more often and keep me company.”
Tang Xinxin added, “Sniff me more.”
Lin Lue thought this sounded far too ambiguous.
He wanted to say something but hesitated, looking at the Principal with her childlike face and white silk stockings.
His temples inexplicably felt cold, as if a 7.62 bullet was about to pierce through.
Of course, Lin Lue knew that Tang Xinxin was small but immensely powerful.
She must be an adult, and had been for a very long time.
Simply put, she was a beauty… loli of unknown months past eighteen.
Definitely not a minor.
Lin Lue suddenly felt he didn’t need to worry about three years in prison or death penalty being a loss.
Thump.
His forehead was bumped lightly.
Lin Lue snapped back to attention and saw purple eyes right in front of him.
She had stood up while sitting in his lap, her white silk feet firmly pressing on his thighs.
Tang Xinxin stared expressionlessly at him.
“I have a feeling you’re thinking something very rude.”
‘She can even read minds?’
Lin Lue silently screamed at how terrifying this was.
Her small hands grabbed his shoulders.
She leaned her whole body against his chest, lifted her left leg, and raised the hem of her light skirt.
Revealing her slender calf.
She took off her stocking, exposing fair skin like a peeled tender bamboo shoot.
Her toes were round, the arch of her foot faintly peach-pink, delicate and small.
So exquisite that foot fetishists would kneel and worship it as a holy relic.
She grabbed the removed stocking, it flashed with light, and turned into a smooth, milky-white little bead.
She pressed it into Lin Lue’s palm.
Warm and smooth, it felt excellent in hand.
“What’s this?”
Lin Lue asked in confusion.
‘Stocking alchemy?’
“It can resist mental intrusion. Carry it with you to protect your soul,” Tang Xinxin explained.
She paused, as if remembering something, then added seriously, “It’s not for making tea.”
Lin Lue said, “I don’t make tea either.”
Thank you, he didn’t like the taste of sticky rice tea.