The Coveted Gloomy Beta Roommate Chapter 10.2

Part 2

Tang Xingye glanced at Lin Mo, seeming to understand what he was thinking, and spoke calmly. “Didn’t cry.”

“I won’t cry.”

Lin Mo stared at Tang Xingye’s face. His long eyelashes trembled, his cold brows were shrouded in sorrow. His mood was indeed not very good, but there were no traces of crying.

Tang Xingye expressionlessly returned the umbrella to Lin Mo. He didn’t need their pitiful charity; it wasn’t sincere anyway.

His relationship with Lin Mo wasn’t good. This sudden concern was just because he was afraid he would be noisy and affect his studying. Thinking worse of it, maybe Lin Mo lent the umbrella just to mock him—pretending to be so high and mighty, but still having to use my, Lin Mo’s, umbrella.

Lin Mo frowned, his voice colder. “I’m afraid your cold will infect others.”

“Compared to a cold, my bad luck is even more contagious. You should stay away from me now to avoid trouble finding you.” Tang Xingye lifted his eyelids and glanced at him faintly.

He didn’t believe Lin Mo didn’t hear a word of what those people were discussing.

Tang Xingye stood up. “If I get a cold, I’ll go to the school hospital. I won’t go back to the dorm, so you don’t need to worry about being infected.”

He stopped talking to Lin Mo and went straight downstairs.

Tang Xingye underestimated the rain. When he walked to the dorm, his shirt was wet enough to wring out water. The soaked shirt clung tightly to his body, outlining his thin figure. Water droplets constantly falling from the ends of his hair accumulated into small puddles on the floor.

His brain was a bit messy, perhaps from the unhappiness of the deducted bonus, or perhaps because he had just been caught in the rain.

Tang Xingye went to collect his clothes and smelled the mint pheromone again.

He stared fixedly at the pure white shirt, feeling a repressed anger rising from his heart. It was that damn smell, shaking him, repeatedly reminding him—

Wen Ze is dead.

He knew it. He knew it.

Tang Xingye pursed his lips, suppressing a trace of nostalgia, his brows turning gloomy again.

His chest felt tight, an indescribable heat churning inside. A dark thought circled in his mind. As if possessed by a ghost, he took down that shirt and threw it into his laundry basket.

He watched coldly as the pure white shirt fell into the basket, calculating that he would hang it back after showering, unbeknownst to anyone.

Anyway, I don’t have pheromones. That germaphobe Lin Mo definitely won’t notice.

Thinking of Lin Mo wearing this shirt, the corner of Tang Xingye’s lips unconsciously curved into a smile.

Tang Xingye took off his dirty clothes and hung them on the back of the chair. The moist, hot water soothed his mood. After the shower, his body became warm, and his terrible mood seemed to dissipate a little.

Tang Xingye stood in front of the mirror, which reflected a body of snowy white flesh tinged with pink. He touched his muscles and frowned; still too thin.

He put on his pants slowly. Thanks to his superior waist-to-hip ratio, the waistband sat perfectly on his waist even without a belt.

Maybe because he had been in the rain too long, his brain was a bit dizzy. Only then did he realize he was muddled enough to throw even his pajamas into the laundry basket. Without spare pajamas, he had to fish a set out of the basket to put on.

The pajamas felt exceptionally comfortable today. The fabric was surprisingly soft and a bit loose; the cuffs stacked in several folds at his wrists.

…Strange.

Do clothes get bigger after wearing them for a long time?

Tang Xingye subconsciously raised his hand and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

He woke up with a start—this is Lin Mo’s clothes!

He frowned, whispered a curse of “disgusting,” and was about to take it off when the doorknob suddenly turned—someone was back!

Lin Mo turned on the light and entered the room, his gaze landing on the undried water stains on the floor. Scanning the dorm, only one bed’s curtains were tightly closed. No need to guess who made the mess.

Thinking that Tang Xingye might be in a bad mood today and soaked in rain, Lin Mo held back and didn’t call him up.

Tang Xingye’s heart beat extremely fast. The sound of chair legs scraping the floor made his whole body tense. This was the first time he did something bad and was almost caught red-handed by the owner.

Fortunately, Lin Mo didn’t say anything; he seemed not to have noticed his shirt was missing.

Tang Xingye waited and waited, but he didn’t hear the sound of the bathroom glass door sliding open, only the rustling of plastic bags.

He had planned to secretly change back into his own clothes when Lin Mo went to shower, but the other party seemed to hear his thoughts and opposed him, sitting at the desk all the while with no intention of getting up.

Although he wanted to take off Lin Mo’s clothes immediately, his naked body made him feel ashamed. Even with the bed curtains blocking the view so no one could see, he was still unused to being naked.

Unknown if it was due to the humid moisture of the rainy day, that faint mint scent became stronger. The Alpha’s pheromones overflowed his breath, seeping into his skin, growing wildly like seeds finding suitable, fertile soil.

Tang Xingye looked slightly dazed, inhaling extremely lightly, a bit bewildered as to what was wrong with him.

He lowered his head and saw his reflection in the glare of his phone screen.

His face was flushed red, forced out by the pheromones. His lips were slightly parted. He looked a bit messy, although his mind was still clear.

It’s not Wen Ze’s. It’s just the same smell. Can being wrapped in someone else’s pheromones also bring pleasure?

Shame and anxiety churned in his chest. Tang Xingye bit his lip hatefully, opened a small slit in the bed curtain, and peeked at Lin Mo.

The blue light from the privacy screen reflected on Lin Mo’s profile, gilding his silhouette with a cold, hard edge. He scrolled the mouse wheel, seeming to be browsing literature. A bag of potato chips was open at his hand, and he leisurely ate a chip from time to time.

Tang Xingye glared at Lin Mo’s back, his gaze wishing to burn a hole in the white shirt.

This bastard clearly has mysophobia, yet his cuffs were wet by the rain. Now he’s actually leisurely eating snacks? Hurry up and shower!

Watching Lin Mo eat potato chips slowly, he really wanted to grab that bag of chips and smash it into that damn face.

His phone vibrated suddenly. Another unknown email:

Scammer: [Baby, why did you block me again? Where did I do wrong?]

Scammer: [The hair strand you left me has lost its scent. Give me a new one, okay? Or your old clothes, towels, anything will do. I can pay for them.]

Scammer: [Sorry, I couldn’t resist using Baby’s hair strand to do something bad.]

A photo of a gland wrapped in hair.

A thick, swollen gland, hideously protruding. Clear drops of sweat flowed from the reddened skin, wetting the wrapped hair.

Tang Xingye didn’t dare to click open this photo. He didn’t know how the other party had the face to send such an ugly thing.

Lingering dead pervert.

Tang Xingye looked disgusted and blocked this person without hesitation.

Outside the bed curtain, the sound of Lin Mo’s mouse clicks sounded unhurriedly. The regular rhythm seemed to mock Tang Xingye’s current anxiety.

Tang Xingye suddenly calmed down. Lin Mo’s wardrobe always had more than ten identical white shirts hanging neatly. He probably really wouldn’t notice one missing.

He knew Lin Mo’s mysophobia too well—he would wipe a table corner accidentally touched by someone else three times with alcohol pads, let alone personal clothing.

Tomorrow, this shirt will hang back exactly as it was. Will Lin Mo discover it? Will he discover that his clothes were worn by a Beta he hates the most?

Best if he discovers it, Tang Xingye thought maliciously.

The Alpha would sense something wrong and irritably search the entire dorm but find no reason. Just imagining Lin Mo frowning with a look of annoyance but helplessness sent a wave of twisted pleasure rushing up from the bottom of his heart.

When the shirt worn by me returns to Lin Mo’s hand, it will definitely disgust this clean freak to death.

This thought made Tang Xingye’s expression suddenly brighten, and even the sound of rain outside the window became a few degrees more pleasing to the ear.

He took out his phone and took a picture of his current appearance.

This shirt was really a bit too large for him. The collar slipped diagonally to his shoulder, revealing an exquisite collarbone on one side and half a snowy white shoulder.

Fingertips tapped lightly on the screen, saving the photo encrypted in the “Lin Mo Exclusive” folder, and recording his new trophy in the small notebook.

After doing everything, Tang Xingye’s mood instantly felt comfortable.

Lin Mo will surely explode with anger, right?

Hugging the notebook like hugging his proudest trophy, he closed his eyes with satisfaction.