Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

Is this what deterrence is?

Song Lingge asked herself the question.

Qiao Nansheng rested his hands on the edge of the desk, and she sat in the chair, completely separated from him by a small space.

In this small space, she could hear her own heartbeat, and even Qiao Nansheng's heartbeat, so strong and powerful.

If it weren't for the betrayal of their heartbeats, Song Lingge wouldn't have known that Qiao Nansheng, who seemed so righteous and composed when he said those words, was actually unusually nervous inside, just like her.

“I…I did take it to heart, but…but…”

Song Lingge felt her voice tremble slightly. She had thought that she had lived a full life in her previous life and would never feel the thrill of love again. Even after being with Qiao Nansheng, she would often unconsciously return to the state of her previous life, as if she were still the woman with a heart as cold as ashes from her past life.

However, Qiao Nansheng would always inadvertently stir her heart, easily igniting the passion within her and making her heart beat like an uncontrollable deer.

This feeling is addictive and captivating, yet it also makes Song Lingge feel guilty.

It's as if she's seducing an innocent young man.

For example, she felt uncomfortable right now. She nudged Qiao Nansheng but found he didn't budge. She asked in surprise, "When did you start working out? Your pectoral muscles are quite well-developed!"

As she spoke, she wanted to lift his clothes to take a closer look.

Qiao Nansheng never expected this woman to be so bold, and to change the topic so quickly. He immediately straightened up when she lifted his clothes.

Song Lingge's scheme failed, and she said with slight disappointment, "What harm is there in letting me see a grown man?"

Qiao Nansheng tapped her on the head and said helplessly, "Where did you learn to be so promiscuous?"

Song Lingge stared at his face and said, "What kind of promiscuity is this with my own boyfriend? Didn't you just tease me like that?"

Qiao Nansheng didn't feel embarrassed when he was teasing her, but now that he's been exposed, she's blushing.

Song Lingge persisted, saying, "You're blushing now, feeling guilty? Serves you right for daring to tease me."

Qiao Nansheng grabbed her index finger that was pointing at him, and pulled her closer, drawing her back into his embrace.

This time, the two were even closer together.

Qiao Nansheng stared straight at her, his gaze deep and affectionate, like a bottomless spring, causing Song Lingge to unconsciously sink into it.

"Song Lingge, why are you so naughty?" Qiao Nansheng asked while biting her index finger.

The bite was neither too light nor too heavy, and Song Lingge exclaimed in surprise.

She didn't cry out in pain, but rather because of Qiao Nansheng's actions—those gentle bite marks seemed to be nibbling at her soul, leaving her feeling tingly and numb.

She felt she was being teased.

Little did she know that her soft moan, falling into Qiao Nansheng's ears, seemed to be teasing his soul, making it impossible for a hot-blooded young man like him to bear it.

Song Lingge's eyes were level with Qiao Nansheng's Adam's apple, which protruded like a strange rock. Every time he swallowed, it looked so sexy, and the rise and fall made Song Lingge unable to help but breathe in rhythm with him.

This wasn't their first kiss, but each time, Song Lingge was captivated and filled with longing.

The same applies to Qiao Nansheng.

In a daze, Qiao Nansheng felt a pair of soft, boneless hands pushing him with all their might.

"Nan...Nansheng, I...I can't breathe...I can't breathe." Song Lingge pushed Qiao Nansheng away with all her might.

As fresh air rushed in, Song Lingge gasped for breath.

Although his kisses were captivating, my life was more important.

Qiao Nansheng, who had been pushed away, was clearly still not satisfied. Just as he leaned in again, Song Lingge covered his mouth: "I...I have something to tell you."

Qiao Nansheng placed a kiss on her palm: "Okay, go ahead."

Song Lingge's palms also felt tingly and numb. She withdrew her hand and kept that feeling in mind.

However, now is not the time for romance. Xia Jiaojiao is a ruthless character who has attacked her several times. Although Song Lingge is not afraid of her, she cannot let her guard down.

"I want to tell you about Xia Jiaojiao."

Upon hearing Xia Jiaojiao's name, Qiao Nansheng felt somewhat listless, but he still patiently listened to Song Lingge finish her story.

"We'll proceed as usual tomorrow. Don't be too cautious, understand?"

So that's what we were talking about. Qiao Nansheng nodded perfunctorily.

Song Lingge shook his hand, saying, "Don't force yourself like that. I'm talking to you about something important."

"Okay, I got it. Is that alright now?" Song Lingge rarely acted coquettishly, and Qiao Nansheng didn't want to go against her wishes.

"We finally managed to lure you into this trap, so don't ruin my plan," Song Lingge instructed again.

Qiao Nansheng raised an eyebrow and continued to tease her: "Can Xia Jiaojiao also be considered a 'ruler'?"

Song Lingge obediently shook her head: "Of course not, I was just luring the fish into the hook."

"Don't you love eating fish?"

"Hey! Qiao Nansheng, are you ever going to stop?"

Song Lingge unleashed a series of palm strikes, which Qiao Nansheng accepted with a smile.

After Song Lingge had vented her anger, Qiao Nansheng grabbed her hand and said, "Stop hitting me, or your hand will hurt. I'll do whatever you say, okay?"

Song Lingge nodded, shyly withdrew her hand, coughed twice, and resumed talking about serious matters.

"Professor Qin's magnanimous decision to let this matter go will surely prompt them to respond. However, it's hard to say whether Xia Jiaojiao will seize this opportunity to strike again. Therefore, we must pretend that we genuinely don't care about that matter. Do you understand?"

“Lingge, I understand what you’re saying, but Xia Jiaojiao’s problem is ultimately because of me. Let me handle this, okay? I don’t want you to encounter even the slightest danger again.”

Qiao Nansheng's gaze was so sincere that Song Lingge almost gave in.

But she can't.

She put her hands on her hips and pretended to be angry, saying, "You're my boyfriend. Xia Jiaojiao keeps coveting you. Are you telling me to stay out of it so you can continue to entangle with her?"

Qiao Nansheng sighed helplessly: "Of course not..."

"Back in school, you two never interacted at all. But in the past six months abroad, I've noticed you're not as cold towards her as before. I understand that your similar experiences in a foreign land have brought you closer. I blame myself for not going abroad with you..."

"Stop! This is getting more and more outrageous." Qiao Nansheng was utterly exasperated with her.

"That's exactly right. Don't think I didn't notice the exchange of glances between you two." Song Lingge said even more enthusiastically, "If you hadn't given her hope, how could Xia Jiaojiao have become so arrogant?"

"Okay, okay, from now on I won't have any objections and I'll listen to everything you say, alright?"

"You'll listen to everything I say?" Song Lingge asked slyly.

"I'll listen to whatever you say!" Qiao Nansheng didn't want her to talk nonsense anymore.

"Then promise me..." Song Lingge whispered in Qiao Nansheng's ear.