"What the hell are you doing?!"

Li Mo jolted awake, clutching her chest where something hard had struck her. She glared warily at the figure before her—only to relax slightly when she recognized Tang Zhe.

*Wait.*

Her guard snapped back up instantly.

How could this guy’s head possibly reach her chest? Especially while she was asleep?

"You perverted creep! Were you trying to molest me?!"

Humiliation flooded Li Mo. *So Tang Zhe’s this kind of beast? He knows I’m a guy, yet he still—*

*Hold on… Has he known my secret all along? Just pretending to be clueless until the perfect moment to…?*

*Terrifying.*

"It was a misunderstanding! Even if I were desperate, I wouldn’t touch a guy! I’m not gay!" Tang Zhe’s voice cracked with wounded pride. He *was* guilty, though. After Li Mo’s furious accusation, explaining felt impossible—he *had* been about to sneak a tiny, secret…

*Okay, I’m trash. But I wasn’t planning anything further!*

He wanted to slap himself. Countless ways to uncover the truth existed—yet he’d chosen the most inhuman, indefensible one. Now, no river could wash this stain away.

"Fine! I’m a beast! Just beat me up! But I swear I wasn’t going to do *that*! For the record—I’m straight!"

Desperate, Tang Zhe stayed frozen on the floor, shouting his defense. Even if beaten, he couldn’t let Li Mo think he was gay—that’d bury his dignity forever.

"...I’ve known it all along. You’re just a dirty old pervert."

"Yeah, yeah, I’m a pervert. But I didn’t *do* anything to you."

"You’re still denying it, you freaking gay loser!"

Li Mo itched to kick this lying scumbag. Yet… he didn’t seem to be lying.

At least when serious, Tang Zhe had never lied to her. *This…*

"But… whatever. I doubt you’d dare try anything anyway."

To Tang Zhe’s shock, after a few seconds of hesitation, Li Mo just flicked her hair back, sat down, and pulled her jacket over herself. "I’m sleeping again. Don’t do anything weird. Wake me when the evening show starts—if I’m still out."

"Huh? That’s it?"

Tang Zhe had braced for a beating. Instead, she’d just… let it go? His brain short-circuited.

"Hm?"

"Sorry! My bad! Shutting up now."

One second under Li Mo’s death glare, and Tang Zhe zipped his lips. He slumped back into his seat, only relaxing when her breathing evened out.

*Huh…*

Wait—if a normal guy got touched on the chest by another guy, he wouldn’t react like that, right?

But Li Mo’s chest *was* hard. The impact had been sharp enough to ignore softness… yet it felt like steel.

*Though… it wasn’t as soft as I imagined? Not that I’d know!*

And what was his original goal again?

Right—to confront Li Mo for ditching him to take a risky award show while he napped.

Instead, he’d nearly gotten killed for a crime he almost committed.

*Damn it.* And it was still morning! Shouldn’t they be eating lunch? Why were they waiting for the *evening* show? How could this guy sleep so much?

"*Hnnngh…*"

Speak of the devil.

Two minutes down, and Li Mo was already snoring.

Softly—just a notch louder than normal breathing. Not annoying, but enough to spark Tang Zhe’s curiosity.

*He snores? This needs recording.*

He whipped out his phone, opened the recorder, and crept it near Li Mo’s face.

*…*

He set the phone down, retracted all fingers but his index. His guilty hand reached out.

*Poke.*

Huh. This cheek was soft.

*Whoa. Addictive.*

One poke, and Tang Zhe was hooked.

This face was like jelly. Baby fat made it plump, and sleep erased all tension—each poke made it bounce back, springy and tender.

*Damn. Never thought I’d develop this hobby as a grown man.*

"Ah."

*Oops.*

He’d poked too hard, parting Li Mo’s lips. Good news: she didn’t wake. Bad news: drool started pooling.

Her pale cheeks were now flushed red from his poking.

*Accident. Totally an accident.*

Oh right—photos too.

He grabbed the phone, stopped the recording, then opened the camera. *Click. Click. Click.* He snapped shots of Li Mo’s drooling, red-faced sleep—using the *front* camera, no less.

With his amateurish angles, even a fairy would look like a pig.

If Li Mo saw these… yeah, he’d definitely die. So he *wouldn’t* find out.

*Just tuck these away in the album. Useful someday…*

*…Maybe even squeeze some cash out of his mom.*

"Heh… hehehe…"

*Mmm…*

The tingling on her face pulled Li Mo toward wakefulness. Groggy, she decided to shift positions.

But as she stirred, blinking open her eyes, she caught Tang Zhe grinning stupidly at his phone.

*What’s this idiot up to now?*

She kept her eyes half-lidded, watching him secretly. After the grin faded, he didn’t move—just tilted his phone sideways and started gaming.

*Huh… I really want to know what he was looking at. That grin wasn’t for anything normal.*

But now, silent and focused on his game, Tang Zhe looked… completely ordinary. Just a normal, handsome guy.

His whole aura shifted. When serious, he was actually so…

Li Mo watched him for ages. No weird moves. Just her own creeping realization—and the horrifying thought that she was acting like some lovesick schoolgirl spying on her hot desk-mate.

*Crap!*

Her face burned crimson. She quickly turned away, pretending to adjust her position.

But the "aftereffects" still thrummed inside her.

*Thump-thump-thump—*

That feeling again. It started the moment she thought about Tang Zhe’s quiet, handsome focus.

She wasn’t stupid. No matter how hard she ran from it…

*No… It can’t be. Could she actually…*