Playing So Wild?
"Alright." Lin Zimo lifted his hand to remove his mask, and Shi Luoyin stared at him with bated breath, utterly tense.
Under the soft lighting,
Lin Zimo slowly pulled off the mask. The moment his stunningly handsome face came fully into view,
Shi Luoyin froze like she'd been electrocuted, her breath catching in her throat.
Oh my god!
Lin Zimo was insanely hot—so hot it nearly suffocated her.
Shi Luoyin had seen plenty of handsome guys in the entertainment industry—models, idols, natural beauties, and even the ones who'd gone under the knife.
But a guy like Lin Zimo, with that effortless, high-class vibe? This was her first time.
His handsomeness, that perfection—it was like the creator had showered him with every possible advantage, sculpting it all onto his face.
High nose bridge, sharply defined lips, every contour a masterpiece of fine chisel work, yet radiating a natural innocence and purity.
Shi Luoyin's eyes were glued to him, magnetically drawn, unable to look away.
Her heart raced, blood surging, every cell in her body singing for his beauty.
She was utterly captivated by his looks—a charm beyond words, an intoxicating obsession.
Her gaze roamed his face like fingers tracing an elegant poem, every line and angle whispering his uniqueness, his allure.
She couldn't resist the spell, couldn't tear her eyes away.
Shi Luoyin stared at Lin Zimo in a daze, as if time itself had frozen.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, pounding like it might burst from her chest. She was completely smitten.
Lin Zimo took in Shi Luoyin's sweet, gorgeous face—flawlessly fair and translucent, flushed with a peachy glow like spring blossoms swaying in the breeze.
Those autumn-water eyes sparkled with innocence and infatuation, her expression adorably dumbfounded.
He chuckled softly, unable to resist teasing this pretty, fun girl. Gently, he lifted her chin, making her meet his gaze.
His eyes danced with mischief and amusement, but his voice was tender: "Shi Luoyin, happy with what you see?"
His low, magnetic timbre echoed in the air, impossible to resist.
Shi Luoyin's trance broke at the sound of his voice. Mortified, she stammered, "S-satisfied!"
Lin Zimo's warm palm brushed her cheek, sending a strangely comforting tingle through her that made her shiver.
His fingers trailed lightly across her skin, sparking waves of tremors wherever they went.
Deep down, Shi Luoyin wanted to pull away from his touch, but her body betrayed her, rooted in place.
His fingertips circled softly on her cheek, igniting a wondrous, tingling numbness.
Suddenly.
Knock knock knock— A rap came from the door.
"Hello, do you need any help?" It was the sales assistant's voice.
Shi Luoyin snapped back to reality and stepped away, forcing her voice steady: "No, thank you."
Lin Zimo stepped back too, settling onto the sofa and ceasing his teasing.
Shi Luoyin felt inexplicably flustered. They'd been in here so long without emerging, so she grabbed a pair of nude stockings, extended her snowy, slender legs, and slipped her dainty white feet into them, slowly rolling them up inch by inch.
Then she swapped into a pink dress. Only after fumbling through the whole change did she realize Lin Zimo was still there.
She froze again, her delicate face burning crimson, as if it might bleed red.
Lin Zimo eyed Shi Luoyin—those long, jade-like legs sheathed in sheer nude stockings, sexy as hell, yet her expression was pure, shy innocence.
Hiss— Lin Zimo drew in a sharp breath. This mix of purity and desire was killer.
If the setting weren't so public, he'd show her exactly what he was capable of.
Shi Luoyin was dying of embarrassment, but she couldn't hide in the fitting room forever. Mask back on, she avoided Lin Zimo's eyes and slipped out the door.
Seeing no one paying attention, she quickly waved him out too.
But the instant Lin Zimo emerged,
A girl browsing bags nearby caught sight by chance and gaped in shock.
Oh my god!
What did she just see?!
A guy and a girl coming out of the same fitting room.
No need to guess—her mind flashed to that viral news story of a wild couple going at it in a changing room.
The guy was tall and handsome; no doubt he was packing down there.
The girl was petite and curvaceous, her autumn-water eyes faintly reddened, those snowy long legs trembling slightly.
Holy crap!
Did he make her cry doing... that?!
This was too stimulating! Were young couples playing this wild these days?
The bag-browsing girl forgot all about shopping, whipping out her phone to gossip to her bestie about this bombshell.
She wished she could drag her friend over for a live show.
...
Meanwhile, Lin Zimo and Shi Luoyin had no clue they'd been spotted—or that wild fantasies were spinning in her head.
Lin Zimo scanned the prices on the women's clothes, bags, and shoes, thinking of his 60 million credit limit and its 10x cashback.
He grabbed Shi Luoyin's hand and swept the area: "Like these clothes?"
Shi Luoyin glanced around—decent stuff. "Yeah, pretty nice."
"Great. Miss, could you wrap all these up for me?" Lin Zimo said to the nearby sales assistant.
The words landed like a bomb.
The room went dead silent. Everyone stared at the masked man in shock.
The assistant was dumbfounded. These pieces weren't cheap—probably over two million total. That was her lifetime earnings, and this guy wasn't joking?
She asked incredulously, "Sir, you're serious? You want all of them?"
Lin Zimo smiled faintly. "Dead serious. Package 'em up."
Shi Luoyin was stunned, babbling incoherently: "W-what are you doing?!"
"You like them, right? I'm buying them for you." Lin Zimo smiled warmly, as if it were the most natural thing.
"This... this isn't right."
Shi Luoyin's head spun; she couldn't follow this plot twist.
The girls around them overheard and shot envious, dreamy looks.
Oh my god! What kind of god-tier boyfriend is this?! Tall, handsome, loaded, generous—and he actually spoils his girl.
He doesn't ask if you want it—he asks if you like it. Like it? Buy it! This girl's living the dream.
Waaah, I want a perfect boyfriend like that!
Handsome guy, mind if I join as girlfriend number two?
Lin Zimo eyed the hungry pack of girls and was glad for the mask, or else...
Shi Luoyin's brain CPU was overheating, on the verge of meltdown.
Wasn't Lin Zimo doing the rental boyfriend gig because he was broke? Why blow this much on clothes for her? Wouldn't he starve?
And if he was some hidden rich kid, why rent himself out? Life experience?
"No, I can't..." She worried she'd drain his wallet, leaving him to ramen in secret—she'd feel awful.
But before she could finish the word,
Lin Zimo cut her off firmly.
"I love buying you things. Don't tell me you don't like receiving gifts from me?"
His words hit home.
Shi Luoyin couldn't voice her refusal. In a tiny voice, she murmured, "I do."
She truly did—even if he picked a roadside rock, she'd love it. But...