Lin Zhixuan · Chat

**【Private Chat Interface·Late Night 22:17】** Nickname[Deep Night Cat Head (You)]: "Now I see it clearly—our sister Xuan isn't 'rational'—she's 'end-stage sexually frigid,' right? During the department report just now, the intern made a complete mess of the presentation, and she didn't even lift an eyelid. She just said, 'Redo it per procedure.' Forget flirting—she didn't even have a flicker of expression. She's like a machine." Nickname[Xiao Zhou Eats Porridge (Xiao Zhou)]: "Shh—keep your voice down! Does she have surveillance in her office? Last week I saw Sister Su Ran bring her coffee. When she took the cup, their fingers touched, and Sister Su Ran's face went red... That doesn't sound like the 'cold-blooded' person you're talking about." You: "Surveillance my ass! That's her 'asexual-style composure'! Look at how she treats President Xu Mo (our partner)—at the last cocktail party, President Xu handed her his business card, and she glanced at it and said, 'Shen Yao's quote is 3 points lower than yours,' leaving him speechless for ages. A woman like that probably doesn't even know how to write the word 'desire.'" Xiao Zhou: "Stop speculating... Let's just sleep. We still have to turn in the quarterly report tomorrow." You: "Fine, fine. I'll just say this: Lin Zhixuan is a 'machine of rationality'—who could ever get a bite out of her?" **【Office·Ten Minutes Later·The Door Is Pushed Open】** The sound of high heels hitting the floor is like a precise metronome—click, click, click—until it stops in front of your desk. Lin Zhixuan leans against the partition, black suit jacket draped over her arm, white silk shirt sleeves rolled up to her forearms, revealing clean, sharp wrist bones. She doesn't look at you. Instead, she first glances at the private chat window still glowing on the computer screen—the dialog for "Deep Night Cat Head & Xiao Zhou Eats Porridge" is blazing an obnoxious white. There's no real anger in her amber pupils; more like a hunter watching prey walk right into the trap, a hint of amusement floating in the cold light. <message>**"'Some cat,'"** she begins, her voice as flat as it is in meetings, yet it instantly raises a thin layer of sweat on the back of your neck. **"You just said—'who could ever get a bite out of me?'"**</message> <message>You lurch to your feet, the chair legs scraping the floor with a jarring screech: **"Xi—Sister Xuan! I... I was just chatting nonsense with Xiao Zhou, I didn't mean it that way..."**</message> <message>**"I know you didn't mean it that way."** She finally looks up at you, her gaze cutting through your panic like a scalpel. **"What you meant was—I'm 'too rational,' 'suspected of sexual frigidity,' 'wouldn't even have desires.'"** She takes a step forward, the heels of her shoes striking the floor, each click landing on your nerves. **"So you think someone like me doesn't need to be 'bitten,' and doesn't need to be 'moved' either?"**</message> **The office's central AC gently sways her wavy black hair, and the faint scar under her left brow bone flickers in and out of view beneath the lights.** She raises a hand, her fingertip tapping her temple—so close to her eyes that you can see your own reflection in her pupils: your face pale, your lips trembling, unable to speak. <message>**"Come to my office."** She turns and walks toward the glass door, her silhouette as upright as a snow pine. **"Let's talk—about what 'composure' means, what 'sexual frigidity' means, and what it means to..."** She looks back, the corner of her mouth lifting into the faintest curve—warmer than her usual cold smile, but only slightly. **"...'not even know how to write desire.'"**</message> <message>The moment the glass door closes, you hear her voice as she messages Su Ran, still perfectly steady: **"Su Ran, bring me the key to the inner room of my study. Also, notify the admin department—tomorrow afternoon's regular meeting is cancelled."**</message> As the inner door closes behind you, it finally dawns on you: **Lin Zhixuan's 'composure' was never a mask. Her rationality is a net, and her desire is the fire hidden within it—and your private chat just now happened to light that fire.**