Director Xia's Old Photo Album

In the backseat of the Panamera, the secret intimacy, accompanied by the exquisite touch of yoga pants, did not end until the night had grown completely dark.

A trace of ambiguous warmth still lingered in the cabin. Xia Lin leaned against Su Bai's embrace, a faint blush yet to fully fade from her gentle and elegant face.

After this ultimate nourishment, the usually dignified counselor was like a delicate flower that had drunk its fill of spring rain. The dewy charm in her eyes was enough to steal a man's soul.

That contrast was exactly what he wanted.

Su Bai helped her tidy up her clothes, then returned to the driver's seat and drove toward Jiangcheng University, preparing to take Xia Lin back to her dorm.

Xia Lin's family background was rather special, and given her position as a counselor, it naturally wasn't suitable for her to live at Su Bai's East Lake Clubhouse like the other girls. She usually had to stay in the postgraduate dormitories.

The car pulled up by the tree-lined avenue outside the postgraduate apartment area of Jiangcheng University.

"Su Bai, come up and sit with me for a bit."

Xia Lin unbuckled her seatbelt, turned her head, and softly suggested, "When I went back to Shanghai for the New Year, I specially brought back an old physical photo album of me growing up. It's in my dorm closet. I want... to show you what I used to look like."

Hearing this invitation, Su Bai raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Look at a photo album?"

Su Bai leaned in, his deep gaze sweeping aggressively over her full, captivating curves as he teased in a low voice, "Xia, late at night like this, a man and a woman alone in a room. Are you sure you're asking me up just to look at an album? Could it be that you didn't have enough fun in the car just now, and want to use the album as an excuse to do something naughty with me in your dorm?"

"I am not. You're just slandering my innocence out of thin air. I really just want to look at the album with you!"

Flustered by his explicit teasing, Xia Lin's ears, which had just returned to normal, began to turn red again. She glared at him in exasperation and said coquettishly, "My roommate is still in the dorm! Don't try anything funny. I really just want to show you the album!"

Seeing her say one thing but mean another, Su Bai chuckled twice and didn't say anything more. He obediently pulled out the car keys and followed her into the postgraduate apartment building.

Since this was a little game Xia liked, Su Bai tacitly played along without exposing her.

The postgraduate dormitories for the Computer Science Department at Jiangcheng University had excellent conditions, featuring standard two-bedroom suites with a living room.

Not only did they have an independent living room and bathroom, but each person also had a sufficiently private single bedroom.

Compared to other universities in Jiangcheng, the living conditions were quite good.

With a click, Xia Lin pushed open the security door of the suite with her key.

The lights in the living room were on.

At this moment, a girl wearing thick flannel pajamas and heavy black-framed glasses was sitting on the living room sofa.

She was holding a printed paper in her hands, and on the coffee table in front of her was a laptop with a bright code interface.

This was Xia Lin's roommate, also a first-year postgraduate student in the Computer Science Department.

The girl had an extremely friendly round face. Although not stunningly beautiful, she looked exactly like a down-to-earth, studious good girl.

Hearing the door open, the roommate looked up subconsciously.

When she saw Xia Lin, the usually dignified young lady from Shanghai who always carried a goddess-like aura, now not only with a suspicious blush on her cheeks but also followed by a tall, handsome, and extremely imposing guy, the diligent top student's eyes instantly went wide.

Su Bai?

Her roommate had seen him a few times before, but Xia Lin had never brought Su Bai to the dorm.

"Xia... Xia Lin? You brought your boyfriend back?!"

The roommate was initially so surprised that she almost dropped her paper on the floor. Then, a fierce fire of gossip instantly ignited in her eyes behind the thick lenses.

Bringing a man directly to the dorm late at night?!

This wasn't like Xia Lin's usual style. Although her roommate had long been well aware of the relationship between Xia Lin and this student, still... well, it just felt like Xia Lin was very different today!

"Ahem... No, don't overthink it. He just dropped me off on his way, and we're just grabbing something from the room."

Xia Lin offered a hasty explanation, her face flushed as she practically dragged Su Bai by the arm, fleeing quickly into her private bedroom and slamming the door shut behind her with a bang.

The roommate's muffled giggles could faintly be heard from outside the door.

"Why run so fast? With that flimsy excuse of yours, your roommate has probably already picked out names for our future children in her head." Su Bai leaned against the door, looking at the breathless Xia Lin, and teased with a smile.

"It's all your fault!" Xia Lin shot him a flushed glare and turned away to catch her breath.

Children... Xia Lin thought about the messages she had seen in the confidantes' group chat. They had been discussing things about babies a lot lately, and it seemed Chen Yusheng was preparing for pregnancy... How magical, a college freshman preparing for pregnancy. Was this the kind of plot that should be happening in the class she was counseling?

But when it came to Su Bai, it somehow seemed perfectly normal.

Perhaps Su Bai was just such an enchanting paradox.

Xia Lin's bedroom was decorated in an extremely warm and elegant manner, and the air was filled with the familiar, gentle fragrance that belonged to her.

Various computer science books were neatly arranged on the desk, along with quite a few humanities and social science books. After all, Xia had a wide range of interests.

From the bedside cabinet, Xia Lin carefully brought out a thick, somewhat aged kraft paper photo album.

The two sat side by side on the edge of the soft bed.

Xia Lin opened the first page of the album.

It was a slightly yellowed photograph. In the picture, a beautiful little girl dressed in an exquisite little western-style dress, looking like a porcelain doll, stood in the garden of a luxury villa by the Huangpu River in Shanghai, holding a lollipop in her hand.

"This was when I was three." Xia Lin pointed at the photo, a ripple of memories appearing in her gentle eyes. "Back then, my mom was super strict with me. She raised me like one of those sheltered young ladies from a wealthy family who never stepped out of the house. Even eating a lollipop had a time limit."

Su Bai watched and listened patiently.

As the pages of the album turned one by one, Su Bai saw the complete growth trajectory of a well-bred young lady.

There were photos of her wearing dignified evening gowns at family banquets, and photos of her playing the piano elegantly. But soon, the style began to change wonderfully.

Reaching her junior and senior high school years, the album started showing candid shots of her sweating profusely on the court in a tennis skirt, and even her valiant appearance wearing a training uniform when she secretly went to learn Sanda.

"It was around that time that I started falling in love with all kinds of sports."

Xia Lin leaned against Su Bai's shoulder, pointing to a photo of herself holding a tennis racket with a bright smile, and chuckled softly. "Because of sports, I got scolded by my dad several times. He said I didn't have the quiet demeanor a girl should have. But it was exactly because of those high-intensity workouts that my figure is now..."

At this point, Xia Lin suddenly realized what she was saying. Her voice abruptly trailed off, and a faint blush crept into her cheeks once again.

"Which is why your figure is now so alluringly curvy, so perfectly full that I just can't keep my hands off you, right?"

Su Bai picked up her train of thought without missing a beat. He reached out, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her entirely into his embrace.

Xia Lin shifted awkwardly a couple of times, but her resistance quickly melted away, leaving her weak in the knees, and even...

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