Riding on a surge of courage, Zhang Yemiao blurted out her confession. Then, like she’d committed a crime, she dashed back to her room, locked the door, and threw herself onto the bed, yanking the blanket over herself.

Only Wang Qi stood alone in the living room.

A confession, huh… No wonder she’s the Dorm Leader!

Even Wang Qi could only sigh at that. Such an unexpected move. When exactly had the Dorm Leader started liking him? He figured that before transmigration, they’d only been ordinary friends.

Since when had it begun?

Wang Qi wasn’t the type to drown in others’ kindness. He began recalling every little moment with his Dorm Leader.

Zhang Yemiao had overestimated one thing. What felt like her whole world might not have mattered as much to Wang Qi.

Stuck at home daily, Wang Qi was her only interaction. So even as her affection grew, her feelings could only fixate on him.

Wang Qi was different. He spent days outside, meeting many people. Though none of those bonds ran deep, his heart wasn’t solely on his Dorm Leader.

Admittedly, she was adorable. And Zhang Yemiao was special to him—but it felt like family, not romance…

If it were just lust, accepting her wouldn’t be hard. Her past as a man? If he cared, he wouldn’t have been drawn to her before. But he was interested.

Zhang Yemiao was the type who’d indulge him. Confessing back would’ve been thrilling. She’d let him have his way, satisfying every desire.

In a way, his Dorm Leader was like poison. One taste, and you’d get addicted. She was so tolerant; if she liked you, she’d accept everything.

Memories flashed through his mind. Finally, he settled on that night after arriving here, when they kept watch together.

Leaning against him, she’d whispered tearfully, “Don’t leave me behind.”

Had it started then?

Wang Qi took a deep breath, feeling the weight. If he mishandled things with the Dorm Leader, their bond might shatter.

He poured tea, sipped gently, tasting the bitterness on his tongue, and sank into thought.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yemiao curled under her blanket. She was so flustered… Confessing under Wang Qi’s pressure wasn’t her choice. Why push her so hard!

She knew Wang Qi likely wouldn’t accept her.

If he would’ve, he wouldn’t have held back when she tempted him before. That made him a good guy. Otherwise, he’d have acted by now—no loss, right? This mix of disappointment and happiness troubled her.

She knew she might not matter much to Wang Qi. To her, only he mattered now… but he was different. Take that silver-haired nun—probably similar to her.

Meeting Li Pingtian earlier, she seemed cold. Yet through some resonance, Zhang Yemiao sensed Li Pingtian’s faint, unspoken feelings.

They’d been inseparable before transmigration, but it shouldn’t have turned romantic… Something must’ve happened unseen, changing Li Pingtian’s feelings for Wang Qi.

So in love… the one who falls first is doomed. You become humble. Zhang Yemiao recalled chasing that girl pre-transmigration—it took huge effort just to get close.

Success wasn’t certain, but it should’ve been fine.

How had she even felt about that girl? When did she decide to chase her? Zhang Yemiao doubted herself. Did she even have a reason to like her?

Sure, she was Zhang Yemiao’s type, but not someone she had to be with. They hadn’t even known each other.

Memories flooded back. She suddenly remembered…

Wang Qi: “Oh?! Dorm Leader, isn’t that your type?”

“Huh? Yeah, she’s kinda cute.”

Zou Moan: “If you like her, go for it!”

“Why?”

Li Pingtian: “You’re the Dorm Leader. Our dorm’s all single. Set an example. Other dorms have couples; only our four attend the annual Singles’ Day event every year.”

Wang Qi and Zou Moan: “Yeah, Dorm Leader! If we’d met someone we liked, we’d have acted. Now there’s your type—missing this chance would be a shame…”

Definitely a whiff of conspiracy!

Zhang Yemiao felt strange now. Back then, those three idiots had brainwashed her into thinking she liked that girl.

I was such an idiot.

And Li Pingtian masterminded it! She realized—he always acted uninterested, but when she chased girls, he’d been her scheming advisor.

Thinking back, he’d just wanted to push her away.

Could he have liked Wang Qi before transmigration? No way… ahem, that sounded snarky. But it might be true.

The enemy comes from within!

Confessing on impulse made her feel like a fool. Wang Qi must be awkward. She felt a pang of loss. And that weird line—“Take responsibility for me!”—he was probably confused.

He had no reason to take responsibility. Wasn’t she just being pushy? Should she stop bothering him?

But if she didn’t stay with Wang Qi, where would she go in this world?

She sat up, carefully opened the door, and crept out. Quiet—Wang Qi must be asleep.

He had sharp hearing, so she tiptoed slowly.

Halfway across the living room, Zhang Yemiao froze.

Wang Qi sat there, teacup in hand, watching her. He’d been so still, like a statue, she’d ignored him. Their eyes met—she wanted to run.

But she didn’t.

She carried a chair and sat opposite him.

“Troubled?” Calm now, unlike her earlier shyness, she twirled a strand of hair. “Just ignore that confession. Don’t worry about me. It was partly… out of my mind.”

“Out of your mind?” Wang Qi weighed her words. Meaning it was genuine.

He replied, “I am troubled. Honestly, Dorm Leader, I don’t understand what you like about me.”

Starting here?

Zhang Yemiao paused. “Listing your good points? Pointless. You have many, but you’d deny them.”

True—he was calm, vigilant, persistent, noble… He’d just say, “Isn’t that basic? Any normal person could do it.”

“So… I can only say this: because it was you who kept watch that night, because you took me with you, because it’s you sitting here now, because you were the first I saw when I woke… because it’s you, Wang Qi.”

This confession differed from the afternoon one, yet carried the same raw emotion. Wang Qi couldn’t refuse.

But it was too sudden, too overwhelming for him.

Zhang Yemiao smiled faintly. “Don’t overthink it. It’s no big deal. I’d planned to keep it hidden. You pushed for it. Now acting conflicted—isn’t that petty? Not manly! You’re the only unchanged one; show some backbone!”

She tapped his chest lightly.

“But…”

A finger pressed his lips—slightly cold, slender, silencing him. She’d risen, now almost pressed against him.

In a dreamy whisper: “Wang Qi, I like you. That’s all. Know that. You can respond, and I’ll respond. Or ignore me—I won’t give up. Even if you reject me now, I won’t run. I’ll keep winning you over.”

Overwhelming force radiated from her petite frame. Her soft body pressed against his.

She kissed his cheek lightly. Then, with a mischievous smile that clashed with her innocent face, she cupped his chin. “I’m dead set on conquering you!”

She pulled away and returned to her room.

Sleep.

Wang Qi touched his kissed cheek, dazed. He murmured, “Wow, no wonder she’s the Dorm Leader.”