After night fell, Sylvia naturally made dinner at Fang Li's place, ate with him, then took everything out of her suitcase and arranged it in every corner, as practiced as if she were in her own home.
In truth, this place was no different from Sylvia's home.
Basically, whenever she was in Academy City, Sylvia stayed in Fang Li's dorm room instead of returning to her own dormitory.
Therefore, ever since Sylvia became famous, her dorm registration had been canceled.
She claimed it was to avoid causing a commotion and that she would find another place to live.
But in reality, the world's number one diva was living in a certain high school's boys' dormitory, cohabiting with a student known as a repeat-year senior.
If word of this got out, it would definitely become a world-shaking rumor—or even a scandal.
However, Sylvia had been a celebrity for more than a year or two. Her disguise skills were so superb that no one could compare to her. If not for Index's perfect memory, she would never have recognized Sylvia at all.
Thus, the students living in this boys' dormitory had no idea that the goddess of their dreams, their perfect ideal woman, that world-class diva, was now lying in a boy's arms.
That was not a figure of speech. It was literally true.
"Mm?"
After the lights were out, before Fang Li had even fallen asleep, a rustling sound began, and a soft, delicate body slipped into his arms.
At first, Fang Li thought Index had gotten confused in her sleep again.
That gluttonous nun had a habit of crawling into Fang Li's bed whenever she slept muddleheadedly, and she did it every day.
But the familiar fragrance that reached his nose told Fang Li otherwise.
The one who had come