In the darkness, time seemed to lose all meaning.
Lin Mo was jolted awake by a burst of rough knocking.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Lin Mo! Open the door! Why the hell are you locking the door in broad daylight?"
"Fuck, he couldn't be doing something dirty in there, could he?"
"Hurry up! I'm about to piss myself!"
They were the voices of Zhang Wei, Li Feng, and Wang Hao, mixed with their snickering laughter.
Lin Mo opened his eyes. The dorm room was shrouded in darkness, with only a few strands of dusk filtering through the gap in the curtains.
Su Wanqing, nestled in his arms, suddenly stirred. Her long eyelashes trembled as she sleepily lifted her head.
A few messy strands of hair clung to her sweat-dampened cheeks. Her voice was soft and hoarse with sleep. "...What's wrong?"
"My roommates are back." Lin Mo leaned close to her ear, lowering his voice to a whisper as his palm gently patted her back. "Get up first and put your clothes on."
With a rustle, Su Wanqing instantly snapped awake. Her almond-shaped eyes flew wide, and her cheeks flared crimson.
She clumsily scrambled out of Lin Mo's arms, nearly rolling off the bed in her panic.
As she propped herself up with one arm, the soreness from somewhere on her body instantly reminded her of what had just happened.
"My... my clothes..." Her ears burned red with embarrassment. She hurriedly jumped out of bed, her bare feet touching the slightly cool floor.
Her gaze darted frantically over the disheveled bed and floor as she hurriedly gathered her scattered clothes.
Lin Mo, on the other hand, remained calm. He slowly sat up, hooked a finger through the T-shirt draped over the edge of the bed, and leisurely pulled it on.
Then he bent down to pick up his pants from the floor, moving unhurriedly.
The knocking grew more urgent.
"Lin Mo! I know you're in there! Open the door!"
"Could he have suddenly died?"
"How about we kick the door in?"
Su Wanqing finally found her underwear and jeans and hurriedly put them on with her back to Lin Mo.
In the dim light, her smooth back and slender waist were fully exposed, their curves outlined by shadows in the gloom.
"Don't rush." Lin Mo walked over and helped fasten the clasp of her bra, his fingers lightly tracing across her back.
Su Wanqing's body shuddered. She glanced back at him reproachfully, her cheeks flushed. "It's all your fault..."
"What did you blame me for?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. "Who was it that said she wanted to repay me just now?"
"You..." Su Wanqing was left speechless. She hurriedly pulled on her T-shirt and hoodie, then smoothed her hair. "What do we do now?"
Lin Mo walked to the door and placed his hand on the handle. He looked back at her with a smile. "Prepare yourself mentally."
With that, he turned the handle and opened the door.
The three men outside were just about to ram the door again when it suddenly opened, nearly sending them tumbling inside.
"Fuck—!" Zhang Wei steadied himself and was about to speak when his gaze passed over Lin Mo and landed on Su Wanqing standing inside the dorm.
Time seemed to freeze.
Li Feng and Wang Hao saw her too.
Su Wanqing, the Art Department's Campus Belle, was the star of countless male students' late-night conversations and secret fantasies.
At that moment, she was standing inside the dorm with her hair tousled, clothes disheveled, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and eyes darting evasively.
The hoodie she wore was visibly wrinkled, its collar askew and exposing half her collarbone and the strap of her black bra.
Although she had put on her jeans, the button at her waist was not fully fastened, revealing a small strip of fair skin.
Most damning of all, she was standing barefoot on the floor, while her white sneakers lay crookedly beside the bed.
The air fell deathly silent.
Zhang Wei's mouth fell open in an O, but beneath his shock, a sourness rapidly welled up in his eyes before he forcibly suppressed it. Why him?
The key in Li Feng's hand clattered to the floor. His gaze seemed magnetically drawn to Su Wanqing, sweeping back and forth between her and Lin Mo.
His mind buzzed, filled with the clamor of impossible and why him?
A sickly flush instantly spread across Wang Hao's pale face, which had only just recovered from his fever.
He had always believed that a goddess like Su Wanqing lived in a world far removed from ordinary men like them.
Yet the scene before him cruelly laid bare a bloody, brutal gap.
And the crucial point was that the one in the lead was none other than the roommate he spent every day with.
The three men's gazes swept back and forth between Su Wanqing and Lin Mo as countless images flashed through their minds, each one enough to break the hearts of every male student on campus.
"You... you two..." Zhang Wei stammered, his trembling finger pointing at them. "Lin Mo, you motherf—"
Su Wanqing's face was red enough to bleed. She lowered her head, hurried to the bed, and bent down to put on her shoes.
The movement pulled up the hem of her T-shirt, revealing a strip of fair lower back and the curves wrapped in her jeans, .
Li Feng subconsciously swallowed. His heart felt like a bottle of mixed flavors had been overturned inside him: envy, jealousy.
And a trace of indescribable frustration, all tangled together.
"Sorry for the trouble." After putting on her shoes, Su Wanqing spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. She did not dare lift her head and hurriedly squeezed past the three men, fleeing the dorm as if escaping.
The rapid patter of her footsteps quickly faded down the corridor.
Inside the dorm, an eerie silence descended.
Zhang Wei, Li Feng, and Wang Hao stiffly turned their heads, their gazes locking onto Lin Mo in unison.
Their eyes held shock, jealousy, admiration, disbelief, and a complicated, feverish fervor—as though they had witnessed a miracle with their own eyes, yet could not accept it.
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