Xiao Feng felt pretty awesome—juggling gaming while taking care of a tipsy Liu Qing. Seriously, not something just anyone could pull off.

He swelled with pride. Think about it: a hotel would cost hundreds for one night, and no gaming allowed.

But this internet cafe private room? Perfect. Under a hundred bucks for sleep *and* gaming—killing two birds with one stone. What a steal!

“Sis Qing, here—drink some warm water before sleeping!”

Xiao Feng asked the attendant to bring her a cup. *Isn’t there that saying? “Warm water fixes everything for girls.”*

“Get it away! Even if I die today, I won’t spare you a single glance, you idiot!”

Liu Qing seethed. She’d steeled herself… only for Xiao Feng to drag her to sleep *here* while he happily gamed on.

What were hotel rooms even *for*?

How could a girl just blurt out she wanted a hotel with him?

She’d die of shame!

Xiao Feng watched her turned back, utterly baffled. Why was she suddenly mad? *Truly… a woman’s heart is an ocean—impossible to fathom.*

“Sis Qing, what’s wrong? You said you didn’t want to go home, so I got us this private room!”

“Silly Feng, are you made of wood?! Do you think I care about *money*?!”

Her chest rose and fell sharply with each frustrated breath.

This was the first time she’d called him “silly.” A cold realization hit Xiao Feng—he’d messed up. *Badly.*

He hurried to the sofa, gently took her small hand, and spoke with solemn earnestness:

“Sis Qing… I may not be strong, but I get why you’re upset. For you? I know I can surpass my limits.”

Liu Qing stared at his sincere face. Her cheeks, already flushed from wine, burned deeper crimson.

She bit her lip, voice soft and shy: “Xiao Feng… maybe we should… do this somewhere meant for sleeping? This place is… too… too bold…”

Her whisper faded till even she couldn’t hear it. Overwhelmed, she nearly buried her face in her chest.

Xiao Feng didn’t grasp *why* she was so flustered—but her shy nod seemed like agreement.

Gently holding her hand, he murmured: “Then… shall we start now?”

“Huh? *Here?* Right here?!” She blinked up at him, conflicted.

“Yep! No need to move—it’s fine here.” He nodded firmly.

“Um… did you lock the door?” she asked, worry flickering in her eyes.

“Why lock it?”

“Just *lock it*! Or… I… I won’t be able to relax!”

Seeing her face flushed scarlet with embarrassment, Xiao Feng—still confused—went and clicked the lock shut.

He guided her to the computer chair, then slowly leaned toward her flushed, shy face.

Liu Qing peeked at his earnest eyes, heart fluttering with nervous excitement.

As his face drew closer, she slowly closed her eyes.

*It’s bold… even thrilling… but we’ve come this far. As long as it’s him…*

*Clack!*

The computer boot-up sound snapped in her ears. She blinked open her eyes—

—and froze. Xiao Feng was powering *on the monitor*.

“Sis Qing!” he beamed, utterly guileless. “I know I’m kinda noob, but I can carry you! You were mad ’cause I gamed alone, right? No worries—we’ll play *together*!”

Liu Qing stared at his innocent smile. She wanted to grab that monitor and bonk him twice.

*We’ve been on totally different wavelengths this whole time… Is there no justice?!*

*I’m literally this pretty—and he has zero thoughts? Is he a eunuch?!*