Stay or run away right now?
Lu Chengzhou actually gave it serious thought.
Staying might mean getting taken advantage of—but running would be exhausting.
He couldn’t help thinking optimistically: no one else was around. Even if something *did* happen, it probably wouldn’t reach Lin Chen’s ears.
If that was the case…
Then staying was the smarter choice, right?
Besides, he was a guy—what was the worst that could happen?
If anyone was at a disadvantage, it should be Miss Meng.
“How about it, Classmate Lu? Made up your mind?”
Meng Wanyu crossed her arms, watching him with a sweet smile.
From his solemn expression, she felt she could already see the struggle deep inside.
What a cute little guy.
She wondered what wild scenarios he was imagining.
After all, she just wanted him to stay—help with homework, play a few games. That was all.
“I’m not leaving.”
Lu Chengzhou surrendered.
The moment he pulled his foot back, Meng Wanyu closed the door.
…
Late at night, the house fell silent.
Lu Chengzhou sat on the sofa, chin propped in hand, watching a dull comedy on TV with a heavy look.
Loud splashing echoed from the nearby bathroom.
Five minutes ago, Miss Meng had gone in to shower.
Since stepping inside, she’d invented excuse after excuse to have him bring things:
towel, shower cap, nightgown, hair ties—even intimate apparel.
As if she’d gone in completely unprepared!
How could she be so troublesome?
“Classmate Lu, could you bring me a glass of water? Thanks.”
See? Another trick.
Even if Lu Chengzhou was slow, he knew this was flirtation.
But he couldn’t refuse.
One: he couldn’t afford to offend her. Two: she *was* genuinely charming.
Bringing things to a pretty girl in the shower—torture? No, pure pleasure!
Even catching a blurry silhouette through the curtain felt like a gift.
Too bad that’s where it ended.
Lu Chengzhou wanted to live a few more years. No crashing over beauty.
He poured water, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked.
“Miss Meng, your water.”
“Bring it in.”
His voice wavered slightly.
“This… isn’t really appropriate?”
“I said bring it in. Refusing me? I’m your employer—and the one who took you in tonight. Repay kindness, won’t you?”
Her tone from inside dripped with smug delight.
Lu Chengzhou sighed.
Muttering *If I don’t go to hell, who will?*, he pushed the door open, head bowed.
He froze.
Miss Meng pulled back the curtain, stepped one foot out, then the other, slipping into slippers.
Delicate pink toes peeked from rabbit-shaped slippers—adorable.
Slender ankles, flawless legs.
Steam and shower gel scent washed over him.
His heartbeat spiked.
He forced himself calm.
“You can hand it over now.”
“Here.”
He passed the glass.
Meng Wanyu grasped his wrist, slid fingers slowly to his hand, hooked his middle finger—and gave a light, deliberate tug.
Utterly enchanting.
His heart nearly leapt out.
Yet his face stayed perfectly composed.
A man keeps his gentlemanly grace, no matter the temptation.
Seeing no reaction, Meng Wanyu felt a flicker of disappointment. *Has my charm faded completely?*
*Just Lu Chengzhou…*
*How is he still this composed?*
She’d love to hear his heartbeat—see if it raced. If yes, she’d win.
But she couldn’t push further.
He was already on high alert. One wrong move, and he’d drift farther away.
Lu Chengzhou set the glass down silently and turned to leave.
Meng Wanyu watched his back, smiled faintly, licked her finger, and hummed softly.
“Classmate Lu… the night’s still young. We can take our time.”
…
An hour later, Meng Wanyu emerged, tousling her damp, slightly messy hair.
Lu Chengzhou sat neatly at the desk, flipping an English-Chinese dictionary.
“Didn’t take you for a dictionary enthusiast, Classmate Lu.”
She sat across, legs crossed.
Her short nightgown barely covered her thighs.
Leaning against a cushion, her shawl slipped—revealing a slender, porcelain-smooth arm.
“Homework’s done. Just reading casually.”
“If it’s casual reading, why not something more fun? Like…”
“I like dictionaries.”
“Or… you didn’t dare touch my bookshelf and just grabbed the top-shelf dictionary?”
Lu Chengzhou looked up.
Meng Wanyu beamed.
“No problem. For you, Classmate Lu, you have my permission.”
“Unnecessary. I don’t go through others’ things.”
Her gaze lingered on his cool, composed face—utterly satisfied.
Late now. Time for bed.
Meng Wanyu yawned, stood, and headed toward the bedroom.
“Classmate Lu… want to sleep with me?”
Silence.
She glanced back. He was already lying on the sofa.
“You’re sleeping *there*?”
He nodded.
What a great sofa!
Wide as a single bed, softer than most mattresses—perfectly suitable.
Meng Wanyu shrugged. “Alright. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Only after her door clicked shut did Lu Chengzhou’s guarded tension ease.
In this unfamiliar space, sleep wouldn’t come.
Tossing, turning—his mind kept circling that blurry silhouette on the shower curtain.
He sighed, closed his eyes, then sat up with quiet resignation.
Pulled out his phone.
“Fresh Flower Beauty” had sent another friend request.
He almost admired her persistence.
After a pause, he accepted.
Fresh Flower Beauty: Hello there, my boyfriend?
That was her opener.
Lu Chengzhou shook his head, emotions tangled.
But maybe… just maybe… the night *had* been dull.
He didn’t block her.
Instead, he typed back:
“Fresh Flower Beauty, would you like to study together?”
