Chapter 19: You Like Him
At the dormitory door, Shi He lowered his head. He reached out to gently pull his hem away from Ruan Zhimian’s grasp, his lips curling up in a gentle tone. “No need to force yourself; I’m not angry.”
“Fate between people is a matter of chance, and I was born with a bit less of it.”
To prove himself, Ruan Zhimian moved to stand in front of the door, his small face practically shouting “conflicted.” “You… you’re not allowed to leave.”
Qiuqiu hadn’t told him that Shi He was so piteous. Hearing it made his heart ache with a muffled discomfort. “I told you I don’t dislike you. I’ve made it clear.”
“If you still want to leave, that’s just disrespecting me.”
At worst, he would just stay in the dorm for a few days.
Anyway… Ruan Zhimian’s character was that of a wealthy young master; it would be normal to find excuses to go out and play and not come back.
Ruan Zhimian comforted himself. Seeing Shi He set his backpack down, he slowly walked over and put his own bag down as well.
He pulled out his chair, took out his e-reader, and put on his headphones.
Since he couldn’t leave, he might as well kill time.
The S-grade Alpha organized his clothes, turning his head unhurriedly.
His seemingly gentle black eyes were bottomless. His gaze landed on that porcelain-white profile.
Inside the room, the amber pheromones drifted out subtly.
Simultaneously, a slender, beautiful black snake appeared, slithering across the floor to coil around Ruan Zhimian’s ankle resting by the chair leg.
It was a spiritual body.
Shi He folded his clothes, giving a nonchalant warning: “Don’t touch him.”
The little black snake moved away indignantly. Before being driven off by Shi He, it coiled itself aggrievedly around the chair leg. “Sss—”
A spiritual body reflected a part of its owner’s behavior and temperament.
At 5:00 PM, Shi He pulled out his phone, opened a chat interface, and replied.
[Gege: I just finished tidying up the dorm. I wasn’t ignoring Mianmian.]
[Gege: The photos are very pretty.]
[Gege: But baby, I want to see you even more.]
At the desk, Ruan Zhimian’s ear-tips turned red without a sound. He buried his head, switching his phone to silent and lowering the brightness, preparing to reply secretly.
However, he switched to the chat with “Zhi Zi,” the ID he had added on the forum.
[Zhi Zi: You have to harden your heart and cut off contact.]
[Zhi Zi: Reduce contact daily.]
Ruan Zhimian stared at Shi He’s avatar for a long time.
He didn’t reply.
At 5:30 PM, it was nearly time for dinner.
Ruan Zhimian took out his meal card to go eat. Shi He was currently typing on his computer, appearing busy with work. After a thought, he asked anyway, “I’m going to the cafeteria. Do you want me to bring you back some food?”
Shi He closed his laptop. “Let’s go together.”
On the way to the cafeteria, many people turned to look at them. After all, two such people appearing together was truly eye-catching.
They went to the nearest cafeteria.
Shi He followed Ruan Zhimian the whole way, carrying his tray and getting his drinks like a robot.
Both had porridge paired with a serving of steaming hot little buns. Ruan Zhimian ordered an extra mulberry milkshake, drinking it with curved eyes; he loved sweets.
Ruan Zhimian’s personal motto: Eating happily is respect for the food.
“Do you not come to the cafeteria often? I noticed you’ve just been following me. Is there nothing you want to eat?”
“I was busy before. I’d go to the company right after class.”
The little cat held his milkshake cup. “That sounds so tiring.”
Not far away, Wen Song—who had played several rounds of games in his dorm and just came to eat with his roommates—was stunned. “???”
Shi He’s “wife” is actually Ruan Zhimian?!
Is my brother being… the side piece?!
[Wen Song: What made you lose your mind like this?]
[Wen Song: (Clutches chest)]
[Wen Song: Do you really like Ruan Zhimian that much?]
[Wen Song: When did you two meet?]
[Wen Song: Whatever, Han He’an isn’t a good person anyway, changing lovers every day. He deserves to be cheated on. If you like him, then like him. When will you get an official status?]
[Wen Song: Brother, don’t tell me you don’t even have a status yet. How did you end up like this?]
Shi He picked up his vibrating phone and sent a message.
[Shi He: Shut up.]
Tsk, he really doesn’t have a status. I poked a sore spot.
In just a few minutes, Wen Song’s heart felt like rolling waves. He put away his phone. Fine, he hadn’t seen Shi He with such an expression in centuries.
A roommate brought over a bowl of fragrant beef lamian. “Wen Song, aren’t you eating?”
Wen Song stood up and went to order a portion as well. “Eating. I have things to do tonight, so don’t leave the door open for me.”
At 6:30 PM, Ruan Zhimian and Shi He walked back to the dormitory.
It was dusk. Huajiang University was heavily forested; when one looked up, their gaze would pass through the dense spring leaves toward the sky glowing with golden light.
The whole world felt gentle.
Ruan Zhimian stopped his steps. He asked Shi He, “Do you like your boyfriend very much?”
“Very much.”
“Then I wish… I wish you two happiness.”
No hesitation was needed, nor any embellishment.
However, what Shi He received was not a sincere heart. “Ruan Xiao Mian” and Ruan Zhimian were both scammers.
Ruan Zhimian lowered his head and walked into the dormitory building. Once back in the room, he took his medicine, washed up, and pulled the bed curtains tight.
Shi He snapped his fingers. A spiritual body was extremely easy to manifest during the susceptibility period.
The little black snake slithered onto the bed, returning quickly. It wagged its tail at Shi He and then curled up in a spot beside him.
It was saying that Ruan Zhimian was currently nestled in bed.
The little cat was hiding behind the curtains, writing on his phone’s notepad. Before he could write much, he couldn’t control himself from crying.
He wrote a breakup plan and a breakup letter.
In another week, he would leave this place.
He would never appear before Shi He again.
The sky gradually darkened. The Alpha closed the door, leaving only a small nightlight. His back was to the bed, his whole person giving off a heavy sense of coldness.
As the black watch on his wrist vibrated, he opened a medical refrigerator on the desk. His knuckles exerted force as he snapped a glass ampoule, tore open a disposable syringe, and drew a dose of suppressant.
An S-grade Alpha in their susceptibility period without a restrictive collar required two injections a day, according to the latest memo from the National Pheromone Research Institute.
He rolled up his dark gray silk sleeve, revealing cold, white skin with flowing lines that faintly showed veins.
The needle went in steadily as he injected the suppressant.
Shi He’s eyes were indifferent, the arc of his features sharp. He looked at himself in the mirror, tore open a cotton swab, and pressed it against the wound.
The S-grade amber pheromones gradually stabilized, no longer restless.
A meter away, Ruan Zhimian was nestled on the small bed behind the curtains. Today he wore light blue pajamas with a small orange cat printed on the back.
The little scammer’s breathing was light. An hour ago, his eyes had been red as he hugged his plush toy and fell asleep sadly.
He hadn’t replied to his messages all afternoon.
Baby, do you want to break up with me?
At 10:30 PM, Shi He pulled back the bed curtain. He leaned down, his thick lashes drooping to hide his deep, dark eyes. His long, pale fingers pressed against the neck near the pinkish earlobe, stroking it.
He leaned in, kissing the earlobe and the eyelids.
It was lighter than a feather, a touch and then gone, as if he were loath to wake him.
“You secretly cried.”
However, every word seemed to be ground out from between his teeth, sounding terrifying. “Why did you cry? Because of Han He’an?”
“I like you, you like me, and yet you still like him.”
The Alpha’s amber pheromones landed everywhere—entwining, obsessive, and carrying a hint of sickness. “Baby.”
Shi He extended his arms, pulling Ruan Zhimian into his embrace. His cold, dark eyes flashed with a trace of chill.
“I will let you know what kind of person he is.”
“Only like me.”
Breakup Plan Phase 1: Reply to messages only once every half-day.
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