Chapter 108: The Cool Nurse Battle Uniform
Lin Zimo casually steered with one hand, pulling out a wet wipe with the other and handing it to Su Qingya.
"Your face is so red—are you running a fever? Cool it down quick. Once we're there, I'll take a look."
"Mm, okay." Su Qingya took it sheepishly, pressing it right to her cheek.
Her natural beauty shone through without a speck of makeup—lips red, teeth white, stunning as ever—so she had no qualms about the wipe.
They soon pulled up to the apartment near school, and Lin Zimo parked.
The two got out, but the parking lot was a bit of a hike from the building, so they started walking.
Su Qingya had just grabbed Lin Zimo's hand after two steps when—
Drop-drop-splat—
A massive sunshower erupted from the clear sky.
Raindrops hammered the ground, kicking up splashes with sharp pitter-patter cracks.
"Eek—rain out of nowhere! Zimo, let's run!"
Su Qingya yelped, tugging Lin Zimo's hand as they bolted toward the apartment.
Lin Zimo was speechless. Why now, of all times? Early bird gets the worm, late bird gets soaked.
In the downpour under blazing sun, the handsome guy and gorgeous girl ran hand-in-hand.
Her white blouse fluttered in the wind, raindrops refracting rainbows in the light—a romantic snapshot, almost.
But romance aside.
By the time Lin Zimo and Su Qingya dashed into the apartment lobby, hand-in-hand, their clothes were utterly drenched.
Apartment 609.
Lin Zimo, soaked like a drowned rat, was pulled inside the little flat by the equally dripping Su Qingya.
She shut the door, guilt heavy in her voice. "Zimo, sorry... I didn't expect such a huge sunshower. You got soaked because of me."
Lin Zimo slicked back his dripping bangs with a swipe. "It was just bad timing with the rain—not your fault. No need to feel bad." This silly girl.
Su Qingya was kicking off her shoes to grab a towel when Lin Zimo's roguish move left her swooning.
Then she noticed his wet white shirt clinging tight, half-transparent over those solid, chiseled abs.
Boom—
Her rain-dampened, milky cheek flushed crimson with shy heat.
She ducked her head bashfully, murmuring, "Just... sit anywhere in the living room. I'll grab a dry towel for you."
With that, she scampered off in her bunny slippers, tap-tap-tap.
Lin Zimo eyed the girl—her rain-soaked clothes translucent, hinting at her curvaceous, alluring figure.
His nose twitched. He rubbed it.
Good—no nosebleed. Must be all that... intense exposure last time. Built up some resistance.
Moments later.
Su Qingya bounced back with a pink towel and bath towel, hopping like a bunny. "Zimo, dry off first. I turned on the water heater—if you shower, you won't catch a cold."
"Mm, you go first. Girls catch colds easier from rain," Lin Zimo said gently.
He took the pink towel, wiping his face—and caught a faint, uniquely feminine fragrance.
Su Qingya's heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. Joy bubbled over. "Okay, I'll go now—super quick." She poured him a hot cup of water first.
Then, toweling her dripping long hair, she headed to the bathroom with dry clothes in hand.
Lin Zimo lounged on the sofa, pink bath towel draped over, listening to the suggestive whoosh of shower water.
He rubbed his nose again, pulling out his Huawei phone to distract himself.
Top-tier stuff!
IP68 waterproof—no sweat from a little rain.
He fired off WeChat replies to Gu Qingcheng, Shi Luoyin, Bai Lixing, and Bai Liyue.
Remembering this order's 10 billion cashback—plus his prior ~1.4 billion balance, minus daily spends—Lin Zimo had the system pull up his virtual stats panel.
Stats panel refreshing. Task rewards updating: Strength +34, Intelligence +1, Constitution +1, Appearance +1, Charm +1, Luck +10...
Lin Zimo scrolled through, noting the God-Tier Ancient Martial Arts at just level 10. He queried mentally.
[System, what happens at max God-Tier Ancient Martial Arts? Upgrade difficulty?]
God-Tier Ancient Martial Arts upgrade is extremely difficult. Max level grants peerless martial mastery with lightness skills and inner force.
Lin Zimo's eyes lit up at "lightness skills" and "inner force." Lost ancient martial arts?
Wall-running, water-walking, mountain-shattering power—unbeatable! Kinda thrilling.
Excited, he opened the cultivation manual: inner force tutorials, lightness skill guides.
But past the title and contents... blank pages!
[Wtf, System? All blank? Wrong manual?]
God-Tier Ancient Martial Arts upgrade extremely difficult. Current level too low to view. Requires 5/10 orders complete to cultivate.
Lin Zimo shut the panel, rolling his eyes. Tease me with it but no access? Classic.
Right then—
Click. The bathroom door opened. Su Qingya emerged like a lotus from water, in a white dress hugging her graceful curves.
Skin silky-smooth and pale, figure voluptuous yet slender—fine waist, jade-like legs, dainty feet in cute bunny slippers.
She approached Lin Zimo, her fair cheeks peach-blushed. "Zimo, I'm done. Go shower with hot water—don't catch cold."
"Alright, heading in." Lin Zimo glanced at her bunny slippers. "Got spares? Sneakers aren't shower-friendly."
"Oops—I forgot slippers for you!" Su Qingya plopped on the sofa, slipping off a bunny one. "Wear mine for now? I'll order some with food delivery."
Lin Zimo eyed the adorably squishy bunny slipper, paused, then sighed. "Fine, that'll do."
Hers were small; his big feet squeezed half-out, heels bare, bunny ears perked comically.
Su Qingya burst out giggling, shaking on the sofa before losing it. "Pfft—hahaha, Lin Zimo, you look so cute in bunny slippers! Super moe!"
Lin Zimo glared at the floppy ears. "Your slippers, and you're laughing?"
He pinched her cheeks into a duck pout. "They're not as cute as you, Pouty Ya."
Su Qingya flushed at the casual couple-play, heart racing. "Haha... no more laughing, promise! My bunny slippers' fault—let go, I swear!"
Lin Zimo released as she teared up from holding laughs, all pouty and pleading. He headed to the bathroom.
Su Qingya rubbed her cheeks, tiptoeing to the bedroom.
Blushing, she prepped her precious gift.
Lin Zimo rinsed quick.
But no dry clothes—he wrapped the pink bath towel low.
Su Qingya unpacked delivery at the table: garlic abalone, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Jiangnan Hundred-Flower Chicken...
Click. Hearing the door, she looked over warmly. "Zimo, food's here—come eat..."
Words died. Lin Zimo: misty handsome face, bare-chested with ripped abs, heart-throbbingly hot.
But... bunny slippers.
The handsome yet cute clash? Bizarrely appealing.
Su Qingya giggled again. "Pfft—hahaha, sorry, didn't mean to—but I can't help it, my laugh spot's cursed..."
Lin Zimo: "...Keep laughing, and I'll spank you later."
Su Qingya's vivid imagination flashed spanking scenes.
Her fair face burned beet-red, laugh forgotten. "Th-then... spank lightly? I bruise easy..."
Lin Zimo nearly choked. Just banter—she took it literal?
What's in this school flower's head?
"...No change of clothes, that's why. Got anything I can borrow?"
Su Qingya realized her slip, embarrassed. "None here, but I ordered an outfit with food—it's at the door with slippers. Change; I'll wash your wet stuff later."
Lin Zimo blinked at her foresight, grinning. "So thoughtful. Didn't peg you for the good-wife type."
She beamed, taking it as praise, lips curving shyly.
He changed into the white shirt-black pants—perfect fit, dashing as he emerged.
"Fit okay? Guessed the size—hope it's comfy."
Lin Zimo sat, smiling. "Shirt and pants spot-on, good eye. Shorts a tad small."
"Ah—bigger next time." Her cheeks warmed.
They dug into lunch.
"Try this—their food's great," Su Qingya said, clipping abalone to his bowl.
He savored a bite. "Chef's skilled."
Not his level, but tasty.
"Eat up! Then ghost movie? I've wanted to, but too scared alone. Now you can watch with me~"
Lin Zimo met her pleading pretty face. Nothing on deck. "Sure, I'll watch with you."
"Yay! You're the best, Lin Zimo!"
Post-meal, sofa ghost-flick. Su Qingya soon huddled into him, shrieking. "Eek—terrifying!"
Lin Zimo watched Sadako crawl unfazed.
Fear's just lack of firepower. 1v30 Sadakos? Easy.
Su Qingya shivered in his arms—outwardly scared, inwardly baffled.
Why's Lin Zimo so chill? I'm clinging—yet he's straight-man-ing the screen!
Best hunters play prey, right?
Her hunter lounged casual, unflappable.
Doubting her charm a sec, Plan A failed—time for Plan B straight ball.
"Zimo, ghost movie's too scary—stop? Got a gift for you. Wait here."
She bolted to the bedroom at his nod, tap-tap-tap.
"Okay." Lin Zimo eyed her back, brow arched suspiciously.
Feels like she's plotting on me...
In the bedroom.
Su Qingya eyed her Plan B special outfit gift.
Her delicate face burned; teeth nibbled lip. "Eek~ Those online tutorials are so embarrassing... Hope Lin Zimo likes it."
Living room sofa. Lin Zimo puzzled—gift taking forever?
Then she emerged.
He looked up—a stunning, sultry sight.
Nose itched; nosebleed nearly hit.
Su Qingya in blue-white cool nurse battle uniform.
Pale jade legs sheathed in black-white thigh-highs, curves etched perfectly.
Exquisite face tense-shy, pure-yet-desirous clarity.
Skin porcelain-smooth, heart-melting beauty.
Hiss—Su Qingya's a killer!
Lin Zimo's heart pounded, déjà vu striking.
He sipped cold water, feigning calm.
Su Qingya's clear eyes nervous, she stepped before him, biting pink lip tremulously. "Lin Zimo, I really like you—like crazy. Don't wanna wait for the peak. I want us together now."
Her bold, fervent confession melted him.
He'd avoided serious girls like her—but this? No holding back.
He tamped his urge, eyes locking hers seriously. "Su Qingya, my rental boyfriend gig means I won't be exclusive. You sure you've thought it through?"
Her pretty face blushed deep, lips pursed. "I know. This time's been enough to decide."
She got it, but heart wanted what it wanted—irresistible fall.
Words like that? Lin Zimo couldn't play statue!
"If you're sure." He yanked her wrist, pulling her into his lap, arms round her slim waist.
"Eek~" Su Qingya yelped, settling on his thighs, enveloped by his manly scent. She melted boneless.
Eyes met, breaths tangled—air thick with heat.
Enraptured, they drew close.
Su Qingya held breath for their long kiss—till near-suffocation, they parted.
"Hah—gasp—" Face crimson, she gulped air, collapsing limp in his arms.
Lin Zimo chuckled inwardly at her novice-cute fluster.
So adorable—didn't even breathe while kissing.
Spotting his smile, she ducked shyly. "Did I suck? One more chance—I'll do it right."
He stifled a laugh. "Nah, good—just room to improve."
She got it, cupping his face for round two.
Under his lead, she learned breath swaps...
Till lips numbed, they broke again...
Su Qingya clung his neck, body slumping soft.
Lin Zimo toyed with her heaving breasts, murmuring, "Who taught you this outfit?"
Her pure reactions screamed intent, but the gear? Pure desire.
Chaste yet tempting, green seduction.
Face aflame, she whispered, "My bestie shared a learning site... tutorials from there."
Lin Zimo recalled Shi Luoyin's online hunts—grinning.
Girls DIY tutorials! Full marks!
"Good student. Learned the next steps?" he teased eagerly.
"Think so. Watch."
Uncertain, she acted.
Slender fingers slowly undid his shirt, pants.
Revealing the raging, massive cock...