Looking at the message from “My #1 Online Good Son” on her phone, Huaxin couldn’t help but make this exact face →  

Seriously...  
What a total creep 🦐.

Did he really get so turned on just from hearing her voice that his brain instantly flooded with dirty thoughts? And now he's already calling her "wife"? What was he even thinking earlier when he was attacking her? 😡

What should she reply... Wait.  
What even should she reply?? 😨

Suddenly, the girl realized—she had absolutely no idea how to act like those elite-level "tea girls" who effortlessly toy with Tomcats. All she knew how to do was straight-up go on the offensive!

She silently set down her phone and adopted a thoughtful pose 🤔.

First, she could confirm the guy on the other end was definitely a perverted simp—a classic virgin probably still in middle or high school (she sneered internally).

Then she fell silent for a moment.  
...Actually, she herself was still a virgin too—now even more so, since her transformation.

👊🏻😡

Second, her goal was clear: turn him into her devoted, gold-dropping simp.

Third, she already knew men inside and out—she fully understood what they liked, what they wanted, what they chased after.

Conclusion: Time to take control 🤏🏻😋.

Under the glaring "🥵" emoji in the chatbox, his impatient expression had already given away his current state: Qu〈n Wu Yao VII ba Ba ⑺ Lu? Yin—his pants were probably bursting at the seams.

A confident smirk curled Huaxin’s lips, her eyes gleaming with newfound self-assurance. Her bare, delicate feet happily swung back and forth above the floor.

Invincible Kitty Punch: “You know you were wrong?”

This time, he replied almost instantly.

#1 Online Good Son: “I know, wifey 😢🥺”

Huaxin twitched her lips, remembering tomorrow was Thursday 🤤… She gritted her teeth through the disgust and kept typing.

Invincible Kitty Punch: “If you know you were wrong, send me 50 Q coins.”

#1 Online Good Son: “Send a face pic.”

Invincible Kitty Punch: “Not happening.”

#1 Online Good Son: “Then we’re not dating.”

Huh?

The girl stared blankly at her phone.

Wait…  
You’re the creep here?!
And you’re playing the victim first?!  
What kind of utter loser ARE you?!?!? 😡😡

She muttered "freakin’ perv" under her breath.

#1 Online Good Son: “How about just your legs then?”

Invincible Kitty Punch: “Nope.”

#1 Online Good Son: “Running out of excuses, huh? You really think I believed you? ‘Can’t show this, can’t show that’ 😰.  
Let’s just unfriend and block each other. You’re obviously some voice-changing, foot-fetish grandpa 🖕🏻. What did I do wrong? Nothing! You’re the real creep.”

What?!

Huaxin stared at the two messages, utterly baffled.

She’s the creep??  
And he’s blaming *her* first??  
I’LL F\*\*\*ING—🦈🔪—YOU…

Her chest heaved violently. She couldn’t even count how many times she’d gone full “red-hot angry mode” today.


Calm down... Must stay calm...

“Buzz buzz.” Another message notification.

Reading it, the fury in Huaxin’s eyes could reignite the life spirit of someone suffering from Iceland-trip withdrawal.

#1 Online Good Son: “Cat got your tongue? I know you’re hunting for stock pics right now 🤣👉🏻🤡.”  
“Give it up. Don’t you have school or work? Or are you just some internet-addicted teen? 🤣”

That’s it.  
She couldn’t take it anymore. 😡 (gritting her teeth)  
Absolutely couldn’t. 🥺 (completely shattered)

"URRRGGGHHHHH!!!"

She wanted to crawl through the screen, ride the data signal down the ethernet cable, and punch that creep right in the face. Twice.

“I (censored) FIND YOU—MOTHERF\*\*\*ER!!!” Huaxin screamed.

Me? Looking for stock pics??
Do I LOOK like I need stock pics??
I’M A SUPREME, ULTIMATE, UNSTOPPABLE, ABSOLUTELY STUNNING, DELICIOUSLY LAYERED, EXOTIC SAUCE-PUMPING, DREADED-DRILLING, ANTI-FREEZE-FRYING GORGEOUS GIRL RIGHT NOW! 😡!!!

When people panic, they blush.  
When they blush, they panic more.

Huaxin pulled up her camera 📷. The room was so dark—only her screen emitted light—so her phone automatically switched to night mode.

She angled the phone downward and instantly 🤳 snapped a picture of her slender, porcelain-white calf and bare foot resting on the floor.

Back in the chat, his obnoxious messages still made her grind her teeth.

She tapped “photo,” then “send.”

Then, in a voice both soft and venomous (think: sugary yet threatening), she recorded an audio message.

After hitting send, she coldly tossed her phone aside—a ruthless assassin—and opened Baidu Tieba on her computer.

This time, she vowed: she would turn that disgusting simp into a loyal, coin-spitting pet.  
If she failed…  
She’d get stir-fried alive.

With icy resolve, she posted on “Marriage Bar”:

 “Which works better in online dating: loli or mature women?”  
 “How many steps does it take to fully dominate a virgin simp?”

Heh… You’re done for.  
Tomcat, soon to be crushed in my palm ✋🏻🤤 (cold-hearted Huaxin)...  

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Dorm Room 1225, Boys’ Apartment, Modu University

The formerly quiet room now brimmed with the scent of steamed buns.

Xia Yan placed a bag of buns and soy milk on his desk, set aside two portions, and before he could say anything, his roommate Mu Feng—nose twitching at the aroma—launched himself upright like a coiled spring.

“Father, please transfer money immediately!”

“How much silver?” Xia Yan replied with mock formality.

Across the room, Xiang Guan peeled off his sleep mask and scoffed, “Dude, it’s barely morning. Stop yelling, you idiot.”

Mu Feng just chuckled, “Then don’t eat.” He jumped down the loft stairs.

“Like hell I won’t—I will eat! Brother Yan bought this for me, and I’ll eat yours too!”

Xiang Guan, refusing to back down, climbed down as well.

Xia Yan glanced at another incoming message on his phone—his eyes flickered with amusement—then handed out the breakfasts, saying lightly,  
“Hurry up and eat. It’s already 7:25. We’ve got an 8 a.m. class.”

“How much, oh esteemed class president?” Xiang Guan asked casually—as if scared Xia Yan wouldn’t tell them.

“Seven yuan.”

“Got it👌🏻” ✖️2

They both sent 7.5 yuan in perfect sync.

Sitting at his desk, Xia Yan took a sip of soy milk and stared at the chat.

Then, subtly, he turned his body slightly inward, shielding his phone from the two ravenous boys.

He tapped the photo.

The slender, flawless calf wasn’t skinny like a stick—rather, it begged to be wrapped in shimmering silk, a perfect golden ratio. The night-mode shot revealed skin utterly devoid of blemishes, smoother than sheer stockings, impossibly soft.

A petite, adorable foot—round, clean-cut toenails, faint blue veins beneath translucent skin, a subtly arched instep blushing pink like strawberry jam swirled into fresh cream.

Unfortunately, the other “cake”—ahem, foot—was obscured by the calf.

In summary: the calf and foot were white—but not the white of snow, clouds, jade, or paint.

It was the kind of white that glistened as if already slick with his saliva 😋🥵.

Xia Yan swallowed hard—soy milk and all.

Clearly unedited. 100% natural soft-serve ice cream.

Damn... she really was the real deal: 

Judging by her foot alone, her face had to be at least a 99/100.

He took a thoughtful bite of his white-bun—same color, completely different taste.  
Bland. Earthly. Disappointing. 😥

Real ice cream 🍦 must taste sweet. 😋

After saving the photo, he exited full-screen and noticed an unread voice message.

Out of habit, he brought it to his ear—  
A softly furious, adorably indignant “you creep” floated out—just loud enough for Mu Feng and Xiang Guan to barely catch.

Xia Yan quietly turned down the volume and placed the phone back on the desk, expression neutral.

“What was that sound?” Xiang Guan asked, chewing.

“No clue,” Mu Feng replied, equally puzzled, then looked at Xia Yan.

“Professor Wang asked me to stop by her office today,” Xia Yan said gently, smiling—a warm, trustworthy aura radiating from him. “She has something to discuss. Didn’t say what, though.”

“Oh↗→↘,” they chorused, fully believing him, and resumed devouring breakfast.

Xia Yan exhaled inwardly in relief—then his lips curled upward ever so slightly.

“An… electronic pet?”  

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“Ding.” — Q coins received: 50 yuan.

Huaxin instantly perked up, the unchewed noodle still dangling from her mouth. Staring at the golden notification on her screen, her face slowly lit up with radiant joy.

She gulped down the rest of her noodles, eyes sparkling like they’d burst with happiness.

“Creep…”  
She softly muttered, scolding him.

But she was also thrilled. (Imagine Huaxin’s tiny, happy squeal.)

🍴Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ 📱