Chapter 53: Why Did You Run Your Mouth?

In the library, Rod was flipping through a book on basic human anatomy.

"Hey!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from beside him.

Looking up, he saw a woman with a hot, sexy outfit and a curvy figure standing in front of him.

Vivian!

Seeing her familiar face, Rod couldn't help but recall the events that had happened before. This woman was by far the boldest he had ever encountered.

What was she doing here?

Was she here specifically to find him?

"Can I sit here?"

Without waiting for Rod's answer, Vivian sat down directly in front of him, ignoring the strange look in his eyes.

She clearly hadn't planned on asking his opinion at all. Rod shook his head, too lazy to care, as long as she didn't disturb his reading.

The library wasn't very crowded, and the two of them sat in silence, the only sound being the occasional turning of pages.

Suddenly, Rod felt an itch on his calf, as if something was brushing against it. He glanced down and saw a silk-covered foot sliding up his leg.

He looked across the table at Vivian, who was still focused on her book, acting as if nothing had happened.

This woman?

What is she playing at?

Rod raised an eyebrow and gave her an annoyed look.

"What are you doing?"

He whispered, but Vivian just licked her lips playfully, a mischievous fire in her eyes.

"What do you mean, what am I doing? I haven't done anything."

Vivian blinked innocently, feigning ignorance.

Rod took a deep breath, deciding not to engage with her. But barely three minutes passed before that foot started wandering up his leg again.

Rod glanced at it but decided not to react. The more attention he gave her, the more excited she would get. If he ignored her, she'd eventually grow bored and stop.

"Let's see how long you can hold out."

Vivian gritted her teeth, frustration creeping in as she saw that her teasing wasn't getting the reaction she wanted. A mischievous expression crossed her face, and in the next moment, Rod inhaled sharply.

Across from him, Vivian's eyes widened in shock, her mouth forming a perfect "O" as she stared at him with disbelief, as though she were looking at some kind of monster.

Is this for real?

Just as Rod was about to snap, the wandering foot abruptly retreated.

"My pen dropped."

Vivian suddenly said, bending down and slipping under the table.

Pen? Did she even have a pen in her hand earlier?

Rod was still wondering when he suddenly felt something brush against his leg again. The next thing he saw was a flash of red hair as Vivian crawled between his legs, retrieving a ballpoint pen that had rolled under his chair.

She bit her lip and glanced up at him with a sultry look.

From this close, Rod could even feel her warm breath through his clothes.

Vivian slowly extended her hand, reaching toward him.

Should he refuse? Or accept?

Rod propped his chin in his hand, as if in deep thought.

While Rod was pondering, Vivian picked up her pen and straightened up, sitting back down in her seat. She undid two buttons of her school uniform, fanning her flushed, sweaty face with her hand.

"Vivian, there you are!"

At that moment, a tall white guy strode over. His eyes lit up when he saw Vivian and he hurried to her side.

"Is this your friend?" the white guy asked, glancing suspiciously at Rod. His face immediately showed hostility. Though he hadn't seen Rod before, the guy's build and looks made him feel a strong sense of competition.

"Henry, what does whether he's my friend or not have to do with you?" Vivian asked, her face showing genuine disgust as she looked at the young man.

"I'm just concerned about you," Henry replied, though a hint of malice flickered in his eyes before he quickly masked it with concern.

This guy can change his expression quickly, Rod thought with a smirk. He wasn't planning to bother with this Henry guy, but it seemed someone was intent on causing trouble.

"Aunt asked me to look out for you. What if you get tricked by some shady guy?" Henry said as he cast a glance at Rod, practically labeling him as "shady."

Oh, really?

Rod was speechless. He thought this kind of villain only existed in movies, always making enemies for themselves everywhere they went. But reality, it seemed, was even more absurd. Here he was, doing nothing but sitting quietly, and now he was being treated as the bad guy?

Alright then, if that's how you want to play.

Rod shot a glance at Henry, then turned to Vivian with a playful look in his eyes.

"Come here!"

With a casual wave, Vivian obediently walked over. Rod wrapped his arm around her and sat her down on his lap. His rough hand boldly caressed her smooth, fair thigh without hesitation.

Seeing a little bit of white substance at the corner of her mouth, Rod wiped it off with his finger and held it to Vivian's lips.

"Be more careful when you eat. Don't waste anything, especially something this valuable. Clean it up."

Vivian blushed slightly and rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she obediently took his finger into her mouth, her soft tongue gently licking the tip.

She was as compliant as a docile pet cat.

What a temptress.

Rod felt a wave of heat inside him, and Vivian, seemingly affected, trembled slightly as though she had been burned, her face flushing even more.

"See? You can leave now," Rod said, shooting a glance at the pale-faced Henry, whose expression was one of disbelief.

Rod's amused smile was as if he were watching a clown.

You brought this on yourself with your sharp tongue.