I Want a Kiss Kiss
Lin Zimo eyed Shi Luoyin's gaze growing hotter by the second, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.
Her profile said she was the soft, sweet goddess singer—sexually frigid, unmoved by countless men chasing her.
But that look in her eyes? Not frigid at all.
Gossip rags are bullshit, he thought.
He hadn't expected that the sudden runaway car would flip the script—rushing in to scoop her up and save her had sparked something real in her heart.
Was it the influence of his God's Hand?
Shi Luoyin seemed utterly lost in Lin Zimo's eyes and embrace, forgetting all her earlier struggles and resistance.
His gaze pulled her in like a powerful whirlpool, impossible to escape.
Her heartbeat raced faster and faster, pounding like it might burst from her chest.
Her face burned hot, a mix of shyness and thrill leaving her flustered and overwhelmed.
In his arms, her body went limp, all strength draining away.
She could only let him hold her, drowning in the sweet rush of infatuation.
Just then, the crowd surged around them, erupting in thunderous applause—a cheer for Lin Zimo's heroic save.
Chatter exploded immediately after.
"Lucky that hot guy stepped in, or this beauty would've been toast. Heard the driver was drunk—drunk drivers deserve to rot, hurting everyone including themselves."
"Oh my god! That guy's incredible! Whoosh, he yanked her right down safe."
"Holy crap! What a classic hero-save-the-damsel scene. That dude's way too handsome."
…
The voices snapped Shi Luoyin back to reality. She let go in a panic, slipping from his arms.
With more people crowding in, terrified of being recognized, she grabbed his hand and hurried off.
Lin Zimo felt the girl's soft, tender palm against his, a gentle breeze carrying the fresh Chanel scent wafting from her.
Hand in hand, they ducked into Taikoo Hui mall. The cool AC hit them, and Shi Luoyin's fingertips trembled lightly against his strong, slender hand. Blushing furiously, she pulled away. "Thanks for saving me just now. I want to repay you—you can ask for anything. I'll say yes if I can do it."
Her face flushed even deeper, delicate fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress.
"Pfft—" Lin Zimo couldn't help chuckling at her adorable, flustered cuteness. "Really? Guess I'll have to think hard about that."
Shi Luoyin felt like she might burst into steam from embarrassment. Poor girl—this was her first taste of real butterflies, and she was too nervous to string words together.
Spotting a milk tea shop nearby, inspiration struck. "Take your time thinking. I'll grab us some milk tea. What flavor do you like? My treat."
Lin Zimo suppressed his grin, playing the perfect gentleman. "No way I'm letting a girl pay. Let me treat you."
But in his head: That 60 million with 10x cashback? Spend what I can while it lasts.
His smooth, chivalrous move made Shi Luoyin's heart flutter even harder.
He ordered a taro boba milk tea, then looked down at her tenderly. "What about you? I'll get it."
Shi Luoyin was a wreck, her mind flashing to that viral internet meme about taro boba.
I want a taro kiss-kiss milk tea—no taro, no milk tea, just kiss-kiss.
Eyes downcast, dizzy with shyness, she mumbled, "I want kiss-kiss… No! Same as yours."
Oh god, what did I just say? Mortifying!
"Pfft—" Lin Zimo burst out laughing again. This Shi Luoyin was too fun, too entertaining.
Shi Luoyin cringed, her plump toes in her McQueen white sneakers curling hard against the soles.
Once Lin Zimo stepped away to grab the finished drinks, she sank into a chair, regaining some composure. Then it hit her—this was her rental boyfriend.
She whipped out her phone. Time to cancel the order, block the app, delete it all. No more rental guys for fake sweet romance.
The real deal was this handsome savior. She needed to erase every trace before he noticed her messing with "that kind" of app.
But the more frantic she got, the shakier her hands—tapping wrong and opening the app instead.
Right then, Lin Zimo returned with two taro boba milk teas, spotting her fumbling. Curious, he asked, "What're you up to?"
Shi Luoyin hadn't expected her crush to come back so fast. "N-nothing…"
In her panic, her hand slipped. The phone clattered onto the table, Leasing Boyfriend app glaring on the screen.
In that instant, her world went dark. Her budding sweet romance, dead before it started.
Lin Zimo saw her heartbroken, pitiful expression and couldn't tease anymore. "Oh, right—forgot to tell you. I'm Lin Zimo, your boyfriend for the next seven days."
One casual line, and she crumbled.
Shi Luoyin blinked blankly at first, then squealed, "Ah—!"
Happiness crashed over her without warning, no prep at all.
She'd figured even chasing him might be impossible—yet her savior crush was the rental boyfriend she'd ordered. What a dreamy, romantic start!
Her eyes sparkled, little heart thumping wildly, glossy gaze fixed on him. "We're meant to be. Since you're my boyfriend, take off the mask? Let me see your face. Fair, right?"
Lin Zimo glanced at the bustling milk tea shop. He arched a brow. "You sure? Here?"
She followed his look—plenty of people sneaking glances already. Mask on drew stares; off? Chaos.
"Not here! Let's shop around, find somewhere private. I want you all to myself."
Lin Zimo chuckled softly, indulging her. "Alright."
They wandered into the Balenciaga store. Shi Luoyin grabbed a few skirts and stockings, heading to the fitting room, then waved off the sales assistant. "Go ahead with your work—no need to hover."
As soon as the assistant left, she tugged Lin Zimo close, whispering shyly, "Come in with me. I wanna see your face."
Lin Zimo stared at her, exasperated. How does she pull off pure innocence with such bold moves?
"You're a pretty famous singer. Dragging me into a fitting room? Not worried about paparazzi snaps and scandals?"
She paused, then quickened her pace. "Sure, there's a risk. But I need to see what you look like—right now."
Truth was, she'd risen on pure talent. Even if busted pulling a guy into a fitting room, so what? Single for years—dating wasn't a crime.
Lin Zimo saw her determination, that I-must-see-or-bust vibe.
Thinking of his 60 million 10x cashback and lottery points, he relented, following to the farthest fitting room. Totally forced, of course.
Not because he wanted a peek at her in those stockings.
Pulled in by her soft, silky little hand, Lin Zimo barely had time to react before Shi Luoyin slammed the door shut. Heart racing, face aflame, she said, "Okay, we're alone. Take off the mask."