Chapter 193: Secrets Beneath the Desk

“Lin Zheng Ran, I was a bit late because of family stuff. Is there anything left to do?”

Fang Meng walked up to Lin Zheng Ran’s desk.

Lin Zheng Ran looked up at Fang Meng, and Han Wenwen heard her voice too.

Under the desk, the little fox was even more jealous, baring her fangs and chomping on his leg.

Lin Zheng Ran felt the fox’s half-hearted bites—eager but not too harsh—and quietly covered Han Wenwen’s mouth with one hand as he said to Fang Meng:

“Nothing much. I checked the stage setup this morning. The props still need a look, but we can do that this afternoon.”

Lin Zheng Ran’s main reason for covering Han Wenwen’s mouth was that his pants weren’t exactly clean, and she didn’t seem to mind the mess. But Han Wenwen was already jealous and now heard Fang Meng talking to him.

She didn’t care why he was muffling her; whatever was in reach, she bit.

From under the desk, she lunged and sank her teeth into Lin Zheng Ran’s hand.

Fang Meng: “Then I’ll go check the props. I showed up late, so I should at least do something.”

Lin Zheng Ran didn’t object, hoping Fang Meng’s departure would calm the fox down: “Sure, go ahead.”

Fang Meng hummed in agreement, but as she turned to leave, she suddenly heard a girlish, playful voice from somewhere.

She glanced around in confusion.

It was actually Han Wenwen under the desk; the space was too cramped, and her foot twisted awkwardly, leaving her kneeling between Lin Zheng Ran’s legs.

Fang Meng looked at Lin Zheng Ran: “Did you hear that, Lin Zheng Ran? I think I just heard a girl’s voice.”

Lin Zheng Ran kept a straight face:

“I didn’t hear anything.”

Fang Meng scanned the area again and saw no one around. The practice room was full of people, with all sorts of noises—easy to mishear.

She shrugged it off and went to check the props for the classes. But once she left, a message pinged on her phone.

It was from Jiang Qian: “Xiao Meng, are you at school? Did Lin Zheng Ran ask why I didn’t show up?”

Fang Meng wondered if Qian Qian was still awake.

She replied: “Not yet. He’s just finishing up, probably didn’t notice. Qian Qian, aren’t you resting?”

From the text, Fang Meng couldn’t tell Jiang Qian’s expression, but she sensed a hint of defeat: “Got it. I’ll rest now.”

In the villa, Jiang Qian read the message, her face falling with that familiar twinge in her heart. She muttered to herself, “Why didn’t he ask about me? Is he that busy?”

Back in the practice room, amid the others’ rehearsals, Lin Zheng Ran glanced down at Han Wenwen kneeling there and whispered, “What are you doing? Come out now.”

Han Wenwen looked up at Lin Zheng Ran, still wearing her jealous expression, and dodged the question: “The space under here is too tight; my feet hurt from squatting.”

As she spoke, a few boys and girls from other classes approached.

They seemed to be asking about the performance program.

Lin Zheng Ran straightened up, leaning closer to the desk to hide Han Wenwen.

One of them asked: “Lin Zheng Ran, for our class’s performance, we need an extra light. Can you adjust that when the time comes?”

Lin Zheng Ran faced the small group inquiring about their issues.

He answered seriously, but felt Han Wenwen getting restless again.

This fox wasn’t satisfied with just gnawing his hand.

She glanced up and spotted something intriguing.

After staring for a moment, her face flushed red.

It reminded her of adult scenes from novels and stories she’d seen—Han Wenwen was curious about that sort of thing.

She’d even imagined doing something intimate with Brother Zheng Ran before.

But not here and now; maybe another way.

She eyed Lin Zheng Ran’s stomach.

Slowly, she shifted forward on her knees and lifted his shirt a bit.

She tucked her head under his clothes.

And bit into his belly with her open mouth.

Lin Zheng Ran was at his wit’s end with this fox. He managed to wrap up the conversation with the students asking questions.

Once they left, he pulled Han Wenwen’s head back and warned in a low voice: “Aren’t you worried about getting caught?”

Han Wenwen tilted her head back, her fox eyes captivating as she said:

“The desk is high; what’s there to fear? Besides, I’ll be your secretary someday. Isn’t it normal for a female secretary to hide under the boss’s desk?”

Lin Zheng Ran broke into a sweat.

What on earth had she been watching lately?

Soon, a few girls from their class approached: “Lin Zheng Ran, have you seen Han Wenwen? I thought she came to find you, but now she’s nowhere in sight.”

Lin Zheng Ran composed himself and replied steadily: “Oh? She did come by earlier, but then she left.”

“Oh.” The girl blushed—a lot of high school girls had secret crushes on Lin Zheng Ran, though most kept it quiet:

“Nothing major. We’ve mostly rehearsed for the morning, so we’ll finish up this afternoon. I’ll just message her if I can’t find her.”

Lin Zheng Ran nodded: “Alright, if I see her, I’ll let her know.”

“Thanks, Lin Zheng Ran.”

The girl from Class Three pulled out her phone to message Han Wenwen, and right then, a phone dinged from under the desk.

Some heard it, some didn’t.

Luckily, no one thought much of it. They couldn’t imagine anyone was under the desk, so they chatted about the program and left laughing.

Lin Zheng Ran couldn’t take it anymore because the fox was at his belly again.

He waited until no one was looking, grabbed Han Wenwen’s hand, and pulled her out, leading her to the adjacent storage room.

The storage room was cluttered with junk.

Mostly useless props, costumes, curtains, and fabric strips.

The space was only about two square meters.

Once inside, Lin Zheng Ran shut the door and tapped her head: “Getting bolder by the minute, huh? I told you the practice room is full of people, and now my stomach’s covered in your slobber!”

The storage room was dim.

Han Wenwen clutched her head in pain, but this time she didn’t back down. She pouted: “So what? I was right to be jealous—it’s your fault for being so flirtatious!”

“You and Heqing are quite the pair of bold friends.”

“Hmph!”

As they talked, footsteps passed outside the storage room.

Lin Zheng Ran saw Han Wenwen about to speak and quickly covered her mouth, pulling her into his arms.

“Shh, don’t speak. Someone’s outside.”

Han Wenwen’s face turned red at the embrace, breathing in Lin Zheng Ran’s unique scent.

She let out a soft hum and whispered with her head tilted: “Brother Zheng Ran, you’re getting so smooth at holding girls—straight into your arms like that. You weren’t this natural before.”

After the first person passed, another group walked by outside.

Lin Zheng Ran looked down at her.

Han Wenwen looked up at him, their faces inches apart.

Her jealousy faded as she realized what he was thinking.

Her already flushed face grew shyer: “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that, Brother Zheng Ran?”

She wrapped her arms tighter around his back, as if she knew what was coming.

Lin Zheng Ran held her waist and leaned in slowly.

Han Wenwen closed her eyes in shy excitement, tilting her head up on tiptoes, her lips parting slightly.