Beauty's Invitation

Lin Mo had just stepped out of the multimedia classroom when his phone buzzed.

He took it out to check and saw a WeChat friend request.

The profile picture was a glamorous photo of a girl in profile against the lens, her long hair draped over her shoulders and her gaze hazy.

Nickname: Wan Qing.

Verification message: Classmate Lin Mo, I am Su Wanqing.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

This was turning out to be interesting.

In three years of university, the words he and Su Wanqing had spoken to each other added up to fewer than ten sentences.

Why was she suddenly being so proactive?

He clicked accept.

Almost immediately, the other person sent a message:

"Classmate Lin Mo, good afternoon~(smiling face)"

"Good afternoon," Lin Mo replied.

"The class meeting just now left my heart all aflutter. Do you think something really major is going to happen?(pitiful)"

"Don't believe rumors, don't spread rumors. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up," Lin Mo perfunctorily replied.

"Mm... By the way, are you free right now? Shall we go sit together at the campus cafe?

I really want to collaborate with you on that set of traditional-style illustrations, and the compensation is negotiable."

Lin Mo looked at this message, his fingers hovering over the screen for a few seconds.

Su Wanqing was taking the initiative to ask him out?

When things are abnormal, there is bound to be a demon.

What on earth did she want to do?

However... the corner of Lin Mo's mouth curled into an amused smile.

There was no harm in going to take a look.

For one thing, he was genuinely a bit curious about what medicine this Campus Belle, who usually looked down her nose at everyone, was keeping in her gourd.

And for another... Su Wanqing's face and figure were common material he used for "artistic creation" in the dead of night.

Since she was serving herself up on a silver platter, how could he not go take a look?

Anyway, he didn't have anything urgent to do right now, so he could just treat it as satisfying his curiosity while feasting his eyes along the way.

"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes," Lin Mo replied.

"Waiting for you~(cute)"

Putting away his phone, Lin Mo walked toward the stairs.

Zhou Ming chased after him from behind and hooked his arm around Lin Mo's shoulder:

"Hey, I just saw Campus Belle Su smile at you. Is something going on between you two?"

"We're just talking about a collaboration." Lin Mo slapped away Zhou Ming's hand.

"I'd be a ghost to believe you," Zhou Ming said, winking and making faces. "But seriously, if you manage to win over Su Wanqing, how many guys in our department are going to have their hearts broken?"

"Not interested," Lin Mo said indifferently.

"Keep pretending, go right ahead," Zhou Ming sneered. "Who was staring at her last time until their eyeballs were almost about to fall out?"

"That was appreciating art."

"Art my ass, you were clearly looking at—"

"Shut up."

The two of them bickered as they walked out of the Art Building.

Zhou Ming was heading to the library, while Lin Mo turned toward the cafe.

On an autumn afternoon, the sunlight was warm and the campus remained peaceful.

Yet Lin Mo could sense that beneath the calm, undercurrents were surging.

A few people wearing security uniforms were patrolling the campus with vigilant gazes.

In the distance, two police cars with flashing warning lights, along with an unmarked black business car, were parked in the open space before the administrative building.

Several people in plain clothes were walking quickly into the building, their postures upright and their strides steady.

That sharp, keep-out-of-my-way aura was drastically different from the leisurely strides of the surrounding faculty and staff.

Lin Mo's gaze swept over those people and passed on, his pace unconsciously quickening.

The campus cafe was located in the dormitory area. With its minimalist decor, it was usually a popular spot for student dates and group discussions.

Lin Mo pushed open the door, and the moment his gaze swept across the cafe, he precisely locked onto the window booth.

Su Wanqing was sitting there, her elbows propped on the tabletop as her fingertips gently stroked the rim of a latte cup.

She had changed into a different outfit for the afternoon: a light pink knit cardigan over a white camisole, paired with a beige miniskirt that revealed her slender, fair legs.

The cardigan had only the bottom two buttons fastened while the top was wide open, and the neckline of the camisole was very low, revealing deep cleavage and the edge of black lace underwear.

She had clearly dressed up carefully; her makeup was more refined than in the morning, and her lips were coated with a hydrating lip gloss that emitted a lustrous sheen under the sunlight.

"Lin Mo, over here!" Su Wanqing saw him and smiled, waving as her voice came softly.

Lin Mo walked over and sat down opposite her.

A faint, sweet-without-being-cloying fragrance drifted over.

"What would you like to drink? My treat." Su Wanqing pushed the menu over, leaning her upper body forward.

This movement caused the neckline of her camisole to drop even lower, and Lin Mo could almost see a large portion of those rounded curves wrapped in lace.

The scenery was quite good.

Lin Mo openly appreciated it for two whole seconds before looking away.

"An Americano, please," he said.

Su Wanqing didn't seem to notice his gaze, or rather, she noticed it but didn't care.

She called the waiter to place the order, then rested her chin in her hands and looked at Lin Mo with a smiling expression:

"I didn't expect you to actually come. I thought you'd refuse."

"Why would you think that?" Lin Mo asked.

"Because you look like... you're not really interested in anything." Su Wanqing tilted her head slightly, a wisp of long hair sliding to the front of her shoulder. "You're always zoning out in class, you don't join club activities, and you keep to yourself."

"I'm just rather lazy."

"Lazy enough that even when a beauty takes the initiative to ask you out, your heart doesn't skip a beat?" Su Wanqing said half-jokingly, her gaze carrying probing undertones along with a trace of elusive enticement.

Lin Mo smiled, leaning back against the seat as his posture relaxed:

"Classmate Su, let's talk about business. What exactly is this illustration collaboration you mentioned?"

Su Wanqing stopped flirting and turned serious, saying:

"A friend of mine opened a Hanfu shop and wants to find someone to draw a set of Twelve Flower Gods theme illustrations for product promotion and packaging."