Bell Sound

By the time Su Qi returned to the dorm, it was already eleven. Her mind was a mess.

The moment she closed her eyes, she could seemingly recall the two long legs resting on her own—long, fair, and utterly distracting. It had clearly been an all-you-can-eat buffet, yet Su Qi rubbed her stomach and realized she was somehow still not full.

Thinking back to dinner, one inadvertent glance at Wang Zijin's snow-white slender neck and collarbones sculpted as though from jade made Su Qi's heartbeat speed up again.

And the soft, springy warmth pressing against her right arm from An Ning left her savoring the feeling endlessly.

But when she looked at her lower body, as ordinary as ever, with no tent pitched, she found it a little dull.

"Brother Qi, Teacher Qi, Lord Qi, teach me! I want to have a girl on each arm too." After returning to the dorm, Wu Wei looked at Su Qi with utter worship in his eyes.

He admired her even more than when he had learned she was an artist.

But Su Qi truly had no answer to that question. She herself had not figured out what the two of them liked about her.

She casually said, "Maybe it's personal charm."

"Hold him down! This brat's drunk. I'll piss him awake!" Wang Dongxu said as he moved to undo his belt.

Wu Wei stopped him, then said, "You can't. I'll do it. Your piss is sweet; we can't let him get a taste of sweetness."

"What the fuck—" The two immediately began wrestling around.

In the end, Wu Wei came out slightly ahead. Wang Dongxu, pinned beneath him, shouted, "Fuck, you called me diabetic and then beat me into submission! Where am I supposed to go to argue my case?"

"Yeah, true. Then get up." As he spoke, Wu Wei got off Wang Dongxu.

"I'm taking a shower!" Han Yixing walked toward the bathroom in nothing but shorts, ignoring the three of them.

Still, Su Qi and the others understood. The man had started a company and was now its boss, so it was only natural for him to seem a little less sociable.

Besides, he did not normally stay in the dorm, and he occasionally brought everyone food. He was a pretty decent boss.

Inside the bathroom, Han Yixing looked at the somewhat cramped space and could not help thinking of the bathroom in his current residence, complete with a bathtub.

He had returned to the dorm on a whim today. During his entire freshman year, all his time spent in the dorm combined had not even added up to a month. After his company got underway this year, he attended even fewer classes, let alone stayed in the dorm.

He had originally planned to drop his roommates off and then go back to the apartment he had bought to sleep, wrapping up the day.

Yet when he drove Su Qi and the others back, the car was still filled with that faint Lingering Fragrance, relaxing and comforting.

After eating barbecue, most perfumes would usually be overwhelmed by the smell of grilled meat. Yet Su Qi still gave off a fragrance no weaker than before dinner.

That scent lasted absurdly long. If he could learn the name of the perfume Su Qi used and research it, his company's perfume line would surely flourish in time.

After all, the fragrance smelled far too good! Even he had been deeply drawn in!

After rinsing out the shampoo he had worked into a lather, Han Yixing felt refreshed all over. Especially when he swept all his hair up over the top of his head—the exhilarating sensation was truly addictive.

After applying his body wash, he idly surveyed the bathroom.

Unlike his own empty home, this cramped bathroom had much more of a lived-in feel. A bar of soap and a razor sat on the sink.

A basin of clothes waiting to be washed sat atop the washing machine, probably Wang Dongxu's. Above the machine was a small shelf holding several extremely haphazardly arranged toothbrushes and tubes of toothpaste, along with facial cleanser and the like.

Han Yixing even found his own bottle among them. He remembered that when he had been in the army, some college students enlisted during their sophomore year. They had told him that dormmates would secretly use one another's shampoo, body wash, and such—especially facial cleanser. Han Yixing had assumed his own roommates would do the same.

He had even prepared himself to let them take a few small liberties, but it seemed he had judged gentlemen by the standards of petty men.

There were three bottles of facial cleanser. His had an English name and had been bought by his mother, so it was probably quite expensive.

Wang Dongxu used a relatively high-end brand popular among college students—Gao Fu. The small red bottle looked quite refined. As for why Han Yixing knew that—

There was a bottle of Gao Fu hair gel on his desk. He had heard Wu Wei complain that every time the vain Wang Dongxu was about to meet his girlfriend, he used it to touch up his hair.

Wu Wei used the most popular facial cleanser—Mentholatum. It was much cheaper than Gao Fu, but the refreshing feeling after using it was not much worse.

As for Su Qi's, Han Yixing looked at that bar of soap. That soap was both Su Qi's facial cleanser and body wash.

During freshman year, she had attended just enough classes to meet the attendance requirement for every course. Most of the time, she stayed curled up at her computer desk writing code or using a drawing tablet to create concept art.

She embodied the word "homebody" to the fullest. And being such a homebody, she had no desire to waste too much time showering.

If washing her hair with soap had not seemed too strange, Su Qi would not even have bought that cheap and effective Piaoxiang shampoo.

Thinking of this, Han Yixing could not help giving a self-mocking laugh.

Who would have thought that the person who cared least about skincare would have skin so good it was unbelievable, like—like a girl's.

If his younger sister or someone like her found out Su Qi had washed her skin so soft and tender with just this bar of soap, she would probably die of jealousy!

But then another thought surfaced. Would someone this rough around the edges even use perfume?

He looked around the bathroom again and found no trace of any perfume. Forget it, he could just ask her later. They were roommates, after all. It was no big deal.

After drying himself off, he left the bathroom.

Wu Wei and Wang Dongxu had already put on headphones and were playing a MOBA game called Dota 2. Since the game had built-in push-to-talk, the two of them were currently spewing abuse nonstop.

One look at Wang Dongxu's record: 0-5-7. Good lord.

Then Wu Wei's: 0-8-6. Good lord, Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenix.

Meanwhile, Su Qi saw Han Yixing emerge from the bathroom. Before he could even say anything, she rushed inside as though millions of people were chasing her.

What choice did she have? Who could have expected that just after midnight, the system would suddenly notify her that another change had arrived—Bell Sound.

While the two gamers had been immersed in their game and unaware, Su Qi quietly tested her voice.

She discovered it was a clear, lovely yet slightly sharp young girl's voice, like the song of an oriole.

Compared to the deliberately affected loli voices or mature-woman voices used by women in short videos these days, Su Qi realized that hers was a completely genuine young girl's voice.

If she had not known the voice came from herself, Su Qi would have thought it was surely some innocent young girl calling out.

That was why she had hurriedly hidden in the bathroom.

Su Qi declared that lately, the bathroom had become her safe haven.

At the thought of her roommates discovering this voice if she spoke, something huge was bound to happen.

No, she had to move out tomorrow!