northernbook Chapter 1 Help! Why is the female demon sleeping in my bed?
Chapter 1 Help! Why is the female demon sleeping in my bed?
"I want to go to Tsinghua University! I want to become the richest man in China! I want to marry the most beautiful girl in school!"
Lin Zhou sprang up from his desk, his right hand raised high, still feeling the exhilarating heat of the 100-day countdown rally. He could almost hear the bald principal's hoarse roar and the static from the cheap sound system echoing in his ears.
However, the expected laughter from Zhou Yang, who was sitting next to him, did not come.
There was no pain from a precise hit with chalk.
Even the familiar classroom air, filled with the smell of sweat and musty books, had disappeared.
Instead, it has a light, sophisticated, cool fragrance, like a freshly cut pear in winter, with a hint of rose.
Lin Zhou blinked, somewhat bewildered.
What met his eyes was not the peeling white ceiling, but a huge, intricate crystal chandelier, dazzling in the morning light. The surface beneath him was unbelievably soft, as if he were sinking into clouds. This was definitely not his hard wooden bed, much less his school desk.
"What's going on? I was yelling about needing oxygen at the pep rally, and they sent me straight to the ICU?"
Lin Zhou swallowed hard, his head feeling like a broken-down tractor was roaring inside, and the hangover-like sensation made him gasp.
He tentatively moved his body, only to find that the right side of his body felt heavy, as if something heavy was pressing down on it.
Sleep paralysis?
Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his stiff neck with difficulty.
Upon seeing this, he froze instantly, forgetting even to breathe.
At this very moment, less than five centimeters away from him, lay a woman.
To be precise, she was a woman breathtakingly beautiful, but in Lin Zhou's eyes at this moment, she was a hundred times more terrifying than Sadako.
Her cascading black hair was scattered across the pillow, a few strands playfully clinging to the side of her fair, almost translucent cheek. Lin Zhou would recognize that face even if it were reduced to ashes—Su Qingge!
Su Qingge, the "female demon" who dominated the entire school for three years and struck fear into his heart!
At this moment, this aloof school beauty, who makes countless boys tremble, is lying on her side, wearing an extremely "indecent" black silk camisole nightgown. The slender shoulder straps are about to fall off, revealing a large area of dazzling white skin, and her delicate collarbone looks like it could hold water.
Even worse, her long legs, which could buy a huge insurance policy, were now straddling Lin Zhou's stomach like an octopus, completely lacking any decorum.
It was warm, delicate, and even had a slight tremor.
Holy crap!
A short, terrified curse escaped from Lin Zhou's throat.
Lin Zhou's brain went blank for a moment, and his CPU almost burned out.
This script is wrong!
One second he was on the podium, making grand pronouncements for Chu Yuwei, the school beauty he had secretly loved for three years, and preparing to turn his life around. How did he end up in the hands of this mortal enemy the moment he opened his eyes?
Is it...
A terrifying thought exploded in his mind: because he had stuffed a realistic rubber snake into her desk yesterday, this female devil had finally turned on him.
Kidnapping? Imprisonment? Or... to take him as a bandit's wife?
"Su Qingge! You...you mustn't do anything rash! I'm calling the police!"
Lin Zhou was terrified, and his body reacted instinctively. He didn't care about being gentle with her, and he used his waist to try to pull himself out from under that "deadly, fragrant leg".
This movement made quite a commotion.
Su Qingge, who had been fast asleep, frowned slightly and murmured in dissatisfaction. Her arms tightened instinctively, and she ended up hugging Lin Zhou's waist.
The soft touch instantly pressed against me.
Lin Zhou froze, as if an electric current had pierced his skull, and his will to survive reached its peak at that moment.
"You fiend, don't even think about sucking my yang energy!"
He let out a low growl and, using both hands and feet, scrambled and crawled toward the bed.
"thump!"
A muffled thud.
Lin Zhou fell heavily to the ground.
Fortunately, the carpet was ridiculously thick, so the fall didn't break him, but it was enough to make him grimace.
The loud noise finally woke the person in bed.
Su Qingge slowly opened her eyes.
Those signature almond-shaped eyes, still slightly sleepy, quickly regained their usual cool and aloof expression. She propped herself up, her silk nightgown slipping down to reveal half of her rounded, fair shoulder, which gleamed like ivory in the morning light.
She looked down at Lin Zhou, who was lying on the ground, clutching his chest in terror. There was no surprise in her eyes, only a look of disdain as if she were looking at a fool.
"Lin Zhou".
Her voice was hoarse with the peculiarities of early morning sleep, tinged with a hint of impatience amidst its languor. "What's wrong with you so early in the morning? Is the floor more comfortable than the bed?"
Lin Zhou grabbed a pillow from the floor, held it to his chest, and pointed it at her with a look of grief and indignation:
"Su Qingge! How dare you ask me that? You... how did you get into my bed! Wait, where am I? Did you kidnap me?"
"I knew you held a grudge! It's just a fake snake! If you've got the guts, come at me! What kind of hero would you be to take off my clothes!"
Su Qingge rubbed her temples, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.
She glanced coldly at the SpongeBob SquarePants-printed pajamas Lin Zhou was wearing, a mocking smile playing on her lips:
"Take off your clothes? You overestimate yourself. Besides, please understand the situation; this is my home. And..."
She paused, her eyes becoming somewhat playful, and pointed to the 2.8-meter-wide bed:
"You insisted on climbing up here last night, saying you were afraid of the cold, and I couldn't get rid of you no matter what I did."
"Bullshit! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Lin Zhou reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger. "Even if I, Lin Zhou, freeze to death or jump off this building, I'd rather die than climb into your bed! I clearly like Chu..."
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp headache suddenly struck.
Countless unfamiliar fragments of memory flooded my mind like a tide.
Seven years...
Is it 2025 now?
Am I already twenty-five years old?
And... he and Su Qingge have been married for four years?!
Lin Zhou knelt blankly on the carpet, the pillow he was clutching in his hand slipping off.
What kind of hellish joke is this?
If time travel happened to me, that would be one thing, but why did I have to travel to seven years in the future and marry my biggest nemesis from high school?
Even more outrageous is that his memories tell him that in the past seven years, he was actually a "gold digger" who had accomplished nothing and was entirely supported by Su Qingge.
"No...this must be a dream, this must be Inception..."
Lin Zhou muttered to himself and pinched his thigh hard.
"hiss--"
It hurts.
Looking at his distraught state, Su Qingge, lying on the bed, felt a fleeting, complex emotion in her eyes. But she didn't say anything; she simply lifted the covers and prepared to get out of bed.
Those long, straight, beautiful legs were exposed to the air once again, their toes round and cute, standing out dazzlingly white on the deep red carpet.
Lin Zhou subconsciously swallowed and quickly looked away.
This woman is simply a vixen!
Just then, the heavy, solid wood carved door to the bedroom was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
"Click".
The sound of the doorknob turning was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
Lin Zhou sprang up like a startled rabbit, staring nervously at the doorway.
Finished!
It must be thugs Su Qingge hired! Or maybe it's one of her lovers outside?
Since I'm a kept man, according to the tropes of novels, shouldn't the next scene be a "wealthy family's abandoned husband" drama?
The crack in the door slowly widened.
A little dumpling wearing a pink dinosaur onesie pajama, rubbing its sleepy eyes, stumbled in.
The little guy looked to be only three or four years old, with a chubby, delicate face and eyelashes that looked like two little fans. He was practically a miniature version of Su Qingge, but with an added touch of adorable clumsiness.
Lin Zhou was stunned.
Who is this deity?
The little dumpling ignored the aloof queen sitting on the edge of the bed and, with its short legs, rushed straight towards Lin Zhou, who was standing in the corner looking completely bewildered.
Then, she grabbed his leg, tilted her head back, and called out in a soft, sweet voice that could melt anyone's heart:
"Daddy! Why are you sleeping on the floor again? Did Mommy bully you again?"