Yixinxue, now fully dressed, gently pushed the door open.

"Lingyuan~ You didn’t run away, did you?"

Lingyuan’s face twisted like bitter melon. He’d wanted to escape—but the door wouldn’t budge. Trapped on the 15th floor, jumping was out of the question.

As he scrambled for words, a hand settled lightly on his shoulder.

"I’m so glad you stayed, Lingyuan~"

His body jolted. For a split second, his soul felt ripped from his skin.

"Class rep… I saw nothing! Really! I’ve been studying the whole time—look, I solved a problem!" He jabbed at his notebook like evidence.

Yixinxue leaned down slightly, studying it. "Hmm. No scratch marks… and it’s multiple choice? Feels fake."

"Just admit it—did you do it or not?"

Her smile froze. After a pause, her voice turned gentle: "Slacking off won’t help. Solving problems half-heartedly is pointless."

"Class rep, please spare me! I genuinely hate studying!" Lingyuan pleaded. "I’ll do anything—just let me go!"

Yixinxue straightened up, circling behind him. Her tone turned icy.

"Our homeroom teacher said you weren’t like this before. You ranked top ten consistently."

Before he could reply, warmth enveloped his scalp. The air thickened instantly. Through his thin shirt, he felt her heartbeat—no bra beneath her clothes.

*Thump. Thump.*

Fast. So fast. Her cold facade hid a racing heart, a blush she refused to show him.

"What made you fall so far, Lingyuan~?"

The touch on his neck didn’t loosen his tongue. He shrank back, tilting his head away. "Class rep… this isn’t appropriate…"

Her cold fingers slid down his neck, cupped his jaw, and pulled his face back into softness.

"You saw everything. You owe me responsibility~ I’m the first boy to ever see my body, you know."

*Thump!*

Lingyuan dropped to his knees before her. Her sudden intensity sent chills down his spine—and barging into her room unannounced *was* his fault.

"I’m sorry! I saw nothing! It won’t happen again!"

Yixinxue blinked in surprise, then slowly licked her lips.

*This begging… I like it.*

"So cute~"

"Huh?" Lingyuan snapped his head up—but her gaze had drifted to the living room sofa.

"The cat sleeping there… so cute."

*Hey! Those two "cuties" sounded completely different!*

*Gurgle—*

"Was that your stomach?"

"Y-yeah… skipped breakfast…"

"Oh?" One eyebrow arched. "Skipping meals makes you sick. Didn’t I tell you yesterday? Eat well. Rest well."

"I can’t afford to," Lingyuan shrugged helplessly. His eyes flicked to photo frames on the shelf. "Why’d you transfer from Slovia International? Your parents wanted you abroad, right?"

Slovia cost 400,000 yuan a year. Its students *always* made global top 100 universities. Yanxi’s mom had wanted her there too—but Yanxi refused overseas study.

Following his gaze, Yixinxue studied the photos. "Mm. I planned to study abroad. Mom’s British; Dad’s Chinese. I lived in England till six, then Japan for two years. When we moved here, Mom loved it… but their business pulled them back to Britain. Only my sister and I stayed."

"Your sister’s still at Slovia?"

"Mm. I wanted to settle here. Transferring to your school was the right choice~"

"Huh?" A giant question mark hung over Lingyuan’s face.

"After all," she stepped closer, "if I hadn’t come to Hengjiang… how would I have met *you*?"

Her icy mask shattered. Warmth flooded her eyes as sunlight kissed her smile.

"W-wait!" Lingyuan shook his head. "What do you mean ‘met me’? What’s between us?!"

"Nothing yet~" Yixinxue pressed forward, toppling him onto the floor.

"To stand at the top… I lost so many things I loved."

She lifted her skirt hem slightly and settled onto his lap.

"Class rep, this really isn’t—"

His otaku instincts glimpsed the absolute territory, but conscience won. He turned away from her crimson eyes.

"Last month’s exam crushed me."

"Could tell…" His lips twitched.

*Get off me… If Yanxi sees this, she’ll kill me.*

Her cold hand seized his chin, forcing his gaze back into her tender, feverish pupils.

"But I’ve figured it out now. The things you love? You hide them. Protect them. Then you’ll never lose them."

"Y-yeah… makes sense. Can you let go…?"

Ignoring him, she leaned closer. White hair spilled over her shoulders.

"Yesterday… you bragged about your 2D wives so proudly. Is *that* your type? Disgusting."

*I’m a weeb, okay?!*

"But they’re just paper. They’ll never love you back." Her whisper brushed his ear. "Only I truly love you. Right?"