So Big
“Lin Zimo, this is our first-meeting gift. Take a quick look and see if you like it—I searched forever for it, so you have to accept it~”
Shi Luoyin taps the box with her pale, slender fingertips, urging him to open it.
Lin Zimo saved her life, and he's the boy who makes her heart race. She bought him a bunch of stuff earlier, so now she wants to return the favor.
Giving a gift to someone you like... it really is such a joyful thing.
Lin Zimo sees the eager sparkle in Shi Luoyin's eyes and can't bring himself to refuse. It's only the first day, anyway—he'll make sure she spends another 50 million on him later.
He unwraps the box, feeling the familiar smooth square wooden case inside. A watch, probably.
He chuckles to himself. Why do all these girls love giving me watches?
Sure enough, he pulls out an exquisite Vacheron Constantin timepiece.
Its blue dial and golden hands exude refined elegance and quiet luxury.
“Thank you—I love it,” Lin Zimo says solemnly, meeting Shi Luoyin's gaze.
Shi Luoyin beams. “Then let me put it on for you. And you can't take it off for these seven days, okay?”
“Sure, whatever you say.” Lin Zimo smiles.
Shi Luoyin fastens it carefully, her focused expression both beautiful and captivating.
Lin Zimo's hands are long and clean, each finger slender yet strong, radiating an elegant power.
His palms are broad and defined, like a masterfully carved stele etched with steadiness and resolve.
The high-quality leather strap hugs his wrist perfectly, like a poem accentuating the sharp lines of his forearm.
It's a classic Vacheron Constantin—understated yet opulent, blending seamlessly with his aura of restrained nobility.
It cost me over 10 million, but it looks perfect on his wrist. So handsome!
As Shi Luoyin admires it, her eyes drift to his long, dexterous fingers. Something flickers in her mind, and her cheeks flush crimson. She drops his hand abruptly.
Lin Zimo's features are strikingly handsome, his presence magnetic.
Shi Luoyin's face is delicately beautiful, her silky long hair framing a smile so sweet it could melt hearts.
Their outfits complement the restaurant's ambiance perfectly—Lin Zimo in a bespoke black suit, Shi Luoyin in an elegant white dress.
The head chef personally serves course after course of mouthwatering dishes.
First comes a vibrant foie gras, its golden, crispy exterior yielding to a tender, juicy core—a testament to culinary mastery.
Lin Zimo takes a bite, savoring the rich flavor. No wonder it's such pricey haute cuisine—damn good.
Next, a steamed sea bass, its flesh impossibly fresh and tender, paired with crisp vegetables and citrus juices for endless depth.
Shi Luoyin tries a piece—delicious. Seeing Lin Zimo impatiently picking at bones, she takes over, deboning it neatly before feeding him.
The lamb chops follow, perfectly seared—crisp golden outside, succulent within.
Dessert is handmade chocolate paired with fresh fruit, silky and indulgent.
As Shi Luoyin eats, a dollop of white cream clings to her lip.
She darts out her pink tongue, licking it away with fluid grace—the sight is stunning, intensely arousing.
Boom— Lin Zimo's mind floods with vivid, classic fantasies.
That innocent, unwitting allure is pure temptation. He chugs several gulps of iced fruit juice to steady himself.
…
Music and soft lighting elevate the dinner to pure romance.
Gentle piano melodies flow like a stream, drawing them in effortlessly.
The ambient glow bathes the room in dreamlike haze.
Shi Luoyin notices Lin Zimo downing his iced juice in big gulps, finishing a full glass in moments.
Thinking he loves it, she leans across the table to refill him, ever attentive.
But she slips, tumbling face-first toward his lap.
“Ahh—!” Shi Luoyin yelps in fright.
Lin Zimo catches her mid-fall, cradling her entire body.
A faint, intoxicating fragrance envelops him, her warm softness spreading from his hands to his chest.
Any ordinary guy would lose it here, but Lin Zimo holds steady—he knows women's hearts.
Girls thrive on emotion; the more you tease it out, the deeper they fall, the harder they cling.
Easy conquests never last, for men or women.
So he asks softly, concern lacing his voice: “Luoyin, you okay?”
Shi Luoyin nestles in his warm embrace, cheeks burning. “N-no... I-I'm f-fine...” she stammers cutely.
The less he gropes, the less she wants to move.
She just wants to burrow closer, inhaling his captivating scent.
Eyes closed, she nuzzles like a kitten seeking nocturnal comfort.
Lin Zimo's charm has her utterly hooked.
He looks down at the girl in his arms and chuckles lightly. “So, are you hurt or not?”
Her hair brushes his chest; he feels her utter reliance, stirring a rush of happiness and protectiveness.
Lin Zimo strokes her long hair gently. The warmth tingles through Shi Luoyin like electricity, itchy and wondrous.
A strange heat blooms in her body. She pretends not to hear, staying silent.
She feels his solid chest, his powerful heartbeat—the safest rhythm imaginable.
Her own pulse syncs with his, thudding in perfect unison, each beat a testament to her infatuation.
In that moment, their hearts play the world's most beautiful duet.
Shi Luoyin's body trembles faintly, broadcasting her affection and obsession.
His arms feel so good... I could stay forever.
Suddenly.
Something hard and stick-like jabs her chest, hurting a bit.
Puzzled, she sits up, reaches down, and pinches it curiously.
“Huh? Lin Zimo, why'd you bring a big wooden stick to dinner? It's so hard—it's poking my chest and it hurts...”
“Luoyin, stop touching it.” Lin Zimo winces at her grip and her description, half-laughing in exasperation.
“Who brings a big stick to a meal? Let go, or I might not hold back much longer.”
“Oh?” Shi Luoyin pauses, releases it slowly, then glances down. Realization dawns—it's his big treasure.
“Eek!” She shrieks in mortified shame, yanking her hand back to cover her blazing face. She flops onto the table, too embarrassed to look up.
Oh god!
What was I doing?! I even squeezed it...
But... it's so big...