Shy! Shy!

"Rongrong, that wasn't a stick!"

Before Su Yu could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong reached back and grabbed it.

The next second, both of them froze!

Ning Rongrong hurriedly let go and stood up from Su Yu's arms.

"Older brother, I just remembered—I still have rabbits to feed in the dorm. I'll head back first!"

With that, Ning Rongrong ran out with a red face.

"Rongrong!"

Su Yu had just wanted to call after her, but Ning Rongrong had already vanished from sight!

Girls' Dormitory—

After bathing, Zhu Qing and Sister Xiao Wu sat on their respective beds.

"Zhu Qing, do you think Su Yu is really an ordinary person? How could an ordinary person run for so long and still look completely fine?"

"Su Yu... He just has a little more stamina than we do. He gets tired too!"

"Hm? Zhu Qing! How do you know Su Yu gets tired too? Did you do something naughty behind my back?"

Sister Xiao Wu sat down on Zhu Qing's bed and hugged her from behind.

Zhu Qing was drying her wet hair with a towel. At those words, her movements paused.

The tips of her ears quietly turned Faint Red, yet she still maintained that cool, detached expression as she asked evenly, "Who did something naughty behind your back?"

"Then how do you know he gets tired?"

Sister Xiao Wu wrapped her arms around Zhu Qing's waist from behind and rubbed her head against her back like a cunning little fox.

"After he finished those ten laps, you were the first one to rush over and help him, you know! I saw it all!"

Zhu Qing's fingers tightened around the towel as droplets of water ran down the ends of her hair and fell onto her collar.

She was silent for two seconds before saying in a muffled voice, "He staggered. Anyone could tell he was tired."

"Really?"

Sister Xiao Wu clearly did not believe her and deliberately nudged her shoulder with her chin.

"Zhu Qing, do you think Su Yu has a good figure? You and Rongrong took him back to the dormitory, so you must have touched his abs, right?"

"Nonsense."

Zhu Qing slapped her hand away, turned around, and glared at her. Yet there was no real anger in her eyes—only embarrassment.

"He ran so many laps. No matter who it was, they wouldn't be able to keep going. No matter how good his stamina is, he's still made of flesh."

Seeing her reddened ears, Sister Xiao Wu suddenly burst into laughter and reached out to pinch her cheek.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you. But seriously, Su Yu really is pretty amazing. He takes such good care of Rongrong too, and he seems like a nice person..."

Zhu Qing did not respond and turned back to drying her hair.

Only, her movements had slowed, while the corners of her lips secretly curved into the faintest smile—so fleeting it was almost an illusion.

Just then, Ning Rongrong pushed open the door and rushed in from outside, diving straight into her bed and hiding beneath the covers.

"Rongrong? What's wrong?"

Sister Xiao Wu poked her head out from Zhu Qing's bed. Seeing Ning Rongrong burrow under the blankets like a startled rabbit, even covering her head completely, she could not help feeling puzzled.

Zhu Qing also stopped drying her hair. Her gaze fell on the bulging blanket, and a trace of Doubts flashed through her eyes.

A muffled voice came from beneath the blanket, tinged with a vague nasal tone.

"N-Nothing... I'm just a little tired."

Sister Xiao Wu raised a brow, then crept over and poked the blanket.

"Tired? I think your face is just really red. What happened at Su Yu's place just now?"

The blanket suddenly trembled, and Ning Rongrong's voice became even more muffled.

"Nothing happened! Don't let your imagination run wild!"

"Oh? If nothing happened, then why are you hiding under the blanket?"

Sister Xiao Wu smiled like a cat that had stolen cream and deliberately lowered her voice.

"Rongrong, did you secretly touch Su Yu's abs?"

"Sister Xiao Wu!"

Ning Rongrong gave a muffled groan beneath the blanket, her voice carrying a touch of embarrassed indignation.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I won't speak to you anymore!"

Watching the two of them bicker, Zhu Qing's lips curved almost imperceptibly. She picked up the towel again and slowly continued drying her hair.

Beneath the blanket, Ning Rongrong's cheeks were burning hot. The fiery sensation she had touched moments ago seemed to still linger at her fingertips.

She buried her face in the pillow, her heart in turmoil, yet with an indescribable hint of sweetness.

Not long after, a knock sounded from outside the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Xiao Wu. Is Rongrong there?"

Hearing Su Yu's voice from inside the blanket, Ning Rongrong grew even more nervous.

She hurriedly shrank deeper beneath the covers and lowered her voice as she told Xiao Wu and Zhu Qing:

"Don't let Brother in!"

Xiao Wu glanced toward Ning Rongrong's bed, her eyes sparkling.

"Rongrong, what happened? Why won't you even see your Brother Su Yu?"

"Nothing happened..."

Ning Rongrong replied in a muffled voice beneath the blanket, her cheeks still burning.

But Xiao Wu had already rushed to the bedside and lifted a corner of the covers.

"If nothing happened, why are you hiding under the blanket? Huh, why is your face so red?"

"Ah!" Ning Rongrong cried out, hurriedly pulling the blanket back over herself. "Sister Xiao Wu, stop fooling around!"

Xiao Wu propped her chin on her hand as she looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, something's off with you. Something must have happened between you and Su Yu!"

"Really, nothing happened, Sister Xiao Wu!"

Ning Rongrong lowered her head, not daring to look at Xiao Wu or Zhu Qing.

Just then, the knocking sounded again.

"Rongrong, are you in there? I'm just worried it isn't safe for you to leave the academy alone. If you're in there, just answer me!"

"I'm here, Brother. Go back first! I'm tired! I want to rest!"

There was a barely noticeable note of panic in Ning Rongrong's voice. After speaking, she pressed her ear to the door and listened to the sounds outside.

Upon hearing Ning Rongrong's voice, Su Yu sighed in relief and headed back toward his dormitory.

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance. Only then did she relax, collapsing back onto the bed like a deflated balloon.

Seeing Ning Rongrong like this, Xiao Wu and Zhu Qing moved to her bedside as well, leaning against the edge of the bed on either side.

Xiao Wu shook her arm, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Rongrong, what exactly happened? Your face is as red as a ripe peach."

Ning Rongrong buried her face beside the pillow, her voice so muffled it sounded as though it were coming through a layer of cotton.

"Sister Xiao Wu, this... this is too embarrassing. I really can't say it."

"Heh, there's actually something you, Ning Rongrong, are too embarrassed to say?"

Xiao Wu's interest was piqued. She deliberately cleared her throat and put on a solemn expression.

"Think about it—when it's something you can't figure out, talking it over with us means we can help you come up with a solution. That's better than bottling it up by yourself, right? Come on, tell us. I promise I won't laugh at you."

Ning Rongrong secretly glanced at the two of them. Xiao Wu's eyes glinted mischievously, while Zhu Qing simply watched her quietly.

She bit her lower lip, lowered her head even further, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"I... just now... I accidentally grabbed Brother there..."

"Where?"

Zhu Qing asked instinctively. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she seemed to suddenly realize what Ning Rongrong meant. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, even the tips of her ears turning rosy.

She hurriedly turned her face away, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes. For a long while, she did not say another word.