Su Han was stunned for a few seconds, seemingly not expecting to be rejected so cleanly and decisively. She responded with disappointment for a few sentences.

The interaction between the two naturally didn’t escape Xue Jing, who had been listening intently. She provided live commentary, and the group chat gossip was flying.

[No way, is he that hard to pursue? Even Su the beauty, can’t catch his eye?]

[Kind of interesting. Who’s sitting close? Can you get his WeChat for me?]

The message was from Zhou Xuyan from the neighboring dorm, sitting diagonally behind, eagerly waving at them.

Xue Jing replied: [Sui Sui is sitting close, you can ask her to help]

After sending, she nudged Shi Sui’s elbow.

“Me?” Shi Sui pointed to herself.

“Yeah, Xuanxuan wants you to help.”

“I…” Shi Sui wasn’t good at refusing people. After much consideration, she still shook her head.

Yan Tingli valued privacy the most.

If she asked, he would be unhappy.

When unhappy, he would bully her.

Seeing Shi Sui’s troubled expression and guessing she was embarrassed, Xue Jing didn’t mind: “No problem, I’ll ask later.”

Shi Sui apologetically hummed in agreement.

The class bell rang. She opened her book but couldn’t focus on a single word.

She wasn’t deliberately pretending not to know Yan Tingli in front of her roommates.

Rather, even now, she didn’t know how to define her relationship with Yan Tingli.

When they were together, they mostly did that kind of thing.

At the Yan house, when the adults weren’t there, the apartment with traffic flowing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She thought he would be as gentle and refined as his appearance suggested.

But that was only at the beginning, when he still pretended.

The real Yan Tingli was extremely domineering, very fierce, and always did things that made her cry from shame.

Lately it was getting worse. He was like an airtight net, and when they were alone, the air was thick with burning desire.

Their beginning was inexplicable.

After the high school graduation party, at the Yan house, in Yan Tingli’s room.

Mr. and Mrs. Yan weren’t there—it was all alcohol-catalyzed indulgence.

They didn’t even go all the way that night because there were no condoms.

But he bit her all over.

Shi Sui hadn’t even thought there would be a next time.

Until the next day, when Yan Tingli stopped her on the stairs: “I bought condoms.”

Shi Sui stood in place, not knowing how to react.

Yan Tingli waited a few seconds, then said directly:

“I want to make love with you. Do you want to?”

Shi Sui’s face turned red.

She stammered, “I’ll think about it,” and fled.

But that very night, she was on the third-floor staircase, kissing Yan Tingli.

Everything happened naturally.

At that time, Yan Tingli was a brilliant honor student in Shi Sui’s eyes. She couldn’t resist his natural sexual magnetism at all.

Shi Sui was very clear about the gap between them.

Yan Tingli came from a distinguished family, the pride of his parents placed high hopes on him.

While her family was ordinary, even though her father and Uncle Yan were old college friends, there was still a natural barrier between them and the Yan family.

They tacitly pretended not to be familiar. This underground relationship would end when the time came—at least Shi Sui thought so.

She had thought about actively ending it, especially under Yan Tingli’s gradually revealed bad temper.

But these subtle emotions, once they arose, could be keenly detected by Yan Tingli.

He always had ways to make her afraid to speak up.

Now, around her, Yan Tingli was gradually weaving a dense, invisible net, tightening bit by bit.

Like this “unexpected encounter” elective course.

Shi Sui was in a daze throughout this class.

When the professor randomly called on people to answer questions, she only reacted after being called twice.

The question was about last class’s content, but Shi Sui hadn’t absorbed much last time either. After stammering for a while, she couldn’t answer.

She looked to her roommates for help, meeting two equally clear but blank stares.

“…”

Until she heard the sound of pages turning beside her, the male student’s distinct finger bones tapping the paper page suggestively.

Yan Tingli wasn’t listening seriously—he was even reading literature on his tablet, multitasking.

Shi Sui lowered her head and didn’t look.

Yan Tingli snorted, closed his book with a “snap,” and didn’t give her another glance.

Shi Sui made a small but noticeable fool of herself, was lectured for a few sentences, and sat down awkwardly.

She glanced at Yan Tingli from the corner of her eye.

He showed no reaction, his demeanor very cold.

Seemed unhappy again. Shi Sui pursed her lips.

The dismissal bell rang.

Shi Sui received Xue Jing’s look and moved aside to make room. The latter rushed to Yan Tingli, waving her phone: “Classmate, my friend wants to get to know you. Can we add contact information?”

Su Han, who hadn’t left yet, glanced at Xue Jing as if mocking her for overestimating herself.

Yan Tingli packed his tablet into his bag and looked up. His pupils were a light amber color, making him seem more distant: “Which friend?” His gaze turned to Shi Sui, who was shrinking her neck, “Her?”

Huh?

Shi Sui, who had been called out, looked up.

“Uh no,” Xue Jing pointed in another direction, “it’s that girl over there, her name is Zhou Xuyan…”

Somehow, talking to Yan Tingli, she felt a chill, and her voice grew smaller and smaller.

“Why didn’t you come ask?”

Xue Jing: …Huh?

She followed Yan Tingli’s gaze and finally understood he was asking Shi Sui.

“You’re sitting closest to me, why didn’t you come ask?” Yan Tingli asked casually.

Shi Sui stood frozen, not understanding what madness had suddenly seized him.

“She’s usually quite introverted, not comfortable talking to boys,” Xue Jing quickly smoothed things over, “so please give us contact information.”

Yan Tingli’s lips barely moved, and he said nothing more.

Shi Sui turned her face away.

A few seconds later.

Yan Tingli rattled off a string of numbers, telling Xue Jing, “Have your friend add this.”

“Oh my god, I still can’t believe Weiwei just easily added Yan Tingli?!” On the way back, Xue Jing was still in disbelief.

In the group, Zhou Xuyan was messaging: [Ahhh, he accepted!]

Xue Jing: “Damn, if I’d known I would have asked for myself!”

Shi Sui walked beside her, the screen in her hand darkened by her press showing a message from Yan Tingli.

No other words, just a location pin two hundred meters outside the school gate.

Shi Sui exhaled and said carefully: “Um, I—”

Lin Anran guessed: “Going home again?”

Shi Sui nodded.

Xue Jing sighed: “I’ve never seen anyone more obedient than you, going back religiously every week.”

“Right. You don’t even look that eager to go back. Just don’t go this time. You’re grown up now, your parents probably won’t say anything.”

Shi Sui mumbled: “…Next time maybe, I already promised this time.”

After saying goodbye to her roommates, Shi Sui walked alone toward the school gate.

She opened her phone.

On the WeChat interface, Yan Tingli’s avatar was at the top.

Every time Shi Sui pushed it down, he would move it back up. After many while, she was too lazy to bother.

Yan Tingli’s car was parked at the intersection ahead. He didn’t have the flashy air of a rich young master, had low material desires, and only drove an inconspicuous black sedan.

Shi Sui opened the car door and got in.

Yan Tingli didn’t look at her, his gaze fixed on his phone screen.

She glanced—it was a WeChat chat interface.

For a while, Yan Tingli still hadn’t started the car, his fingertips tapping as he replied to messages.

Shi Sui fastened her seatbelt and stared at her toes for a while. After a moment: “Do you have to chat now?”

“Are you in a hurry?”

Shi Sui instantly didn’t want to talk anymore.

When she didn’t answer, he tossed his phone aside: “Eager to go back and do it?”

But before she could get angry, Yan Tingli had already spun the wheel with one hand, the sedan shooting forward, startling Shi Sui: “Yan Tingli!”

She rarely got angry, yet she always lost her composure around Yan Tingli.

This person was moody, unpredictable. Vile to an outrageous degree!

Just then, a phone rang—Yan Tingli’s.

“Hold it to my ear.”

Shi Sui glared at him for several seconds before picking up the phone. The screen showed the caller as Professor Su.

Yan Tingli had joined the college’s top project team this year, under the guidance of mentor Su Ye.

The call connected, and Shi Sui silently held the phone to his ear.

She was practiced at this action.

When Yan Tingli was doing other things, he was always impatient about answering calls.

These other things might be driving, might be reading, or might also be her.

At those times when he didn’t want to answer the phone, she would listen anxiously. When she panicked and reached for his phone, she’d be hit hard several times while having to follow his command: “Hold it to my ear.”

“Professor Su.”

Her thoughts were called back by Yan Tingli’s voice. Shi Sui used her hair to cover her reddening ears.

“You’re too kind.” He turned the steering wheel, expression bland, “I happened to choose this course too.”

He said something unknown, also mentioning Su Han. Shi Sui’s eyelashes fluttered.

Yan Tingli said, “Yes, today is inconvenient.”

“Tomorrow?”

“My father made an appointment with you?”

“Mm, he hasn’t told me yet.”

After a few more responses, Yan Tingli had her hang up. His brow was furrowed with some coldness.

Shi Sui roughly heard some of the call. Su Han was Professor Su’s daughter. Su’s mother doted on her daughter and made some of her favorite foods for Professor Su to bring to his daughter. But Professor Su was busy, so he had Yan Tingli bring them over conveniently.

As for the end of the conversation—what relationship Su Ye had with Yan’s father, what appointment Yan Tingli had on Saturday—Shi Sui didn’t know.

She put the phone back in place without asking questions.

Yan Tingli’s apartment was in a high-end community two blocks away.

A large flat with river views, worth its weight in gold. Shi Sui hadn’t been here for nearly a month. Opening the door, a cold, desolate atmosphere hit her.

Shi Sui suspected Yan Tingli hadn’t been here either—otherwise, why were the snacks she’d half-opened last time still on the sofa?

The door closed behind her.

Dusk had arrived, leaving the room in dim light. Shi Sui had just steadied herself when Yan Tingli began kissing her.

He was too tall—kissing her always required hunching his shoulders, bending his neck.

When she dodged, he pursued.

Drawing and swallowing, looking desperately thirsty.

Shi Sui’s eyes reddened, whimpering incoherently.

Yan Tingli stopped. In this gap, Shi Sui pushed him and instinctively ran.

She couldn’t say why she wanted to run—maybe just biological instinct.

But this action displeased Yan Tingli.

His mood was already poor today, something Shi Sui only finally perceived after spreading her legs and sitting on him.

Especially when he pressed her down without mercy, and she let out a whimper, she realized this was punishment.

Yan Tingli’s brow relaxed in that instant.

His long fingers brushed from her tightly furrowed brow to her bitten lips: “Feel good?”

She bit her lip and made no sound.

Yan Tingli’s face was cold, his thumb pressing her lips: “This place is so hard.”

“How come everywhere else is so soft?”

Shi Sui’s cheeks were like a boiling kettle, red all over. She started crying again.

She didn’t dare be stubborn—she’d be penetrated. There were also all kinds of embarrassing, face-reddening sounds, verbal and physical.

Hatefully, she would still get very excited, as would Yan Tingli.

The difference was that Yan Tingli was more clearheaded than she, his dark eyes capturing her from above.

But he was very pleased—this was obvious.

His Adam’s apple rolled, his chest rose and fell with subtle, hoarse panting sounds, completely different from his usual refined appearance, almost losing composure.

Shi Sui always felt that Yan Tingli was willing to maintain this kind of relationship for two years because doing this with her was pleasurable.

She wanted to say that aside from being sick, he was also very good at it.

Until Yan Tingli’s phone, tossed on the sofa, lit up, showing a message from Zhou Xuyan.

Yan Tingli unlocked the screen and threw the phone in front of her.

Shi Sui saw the brief chat record—Zhou Xuyan’s self-introduction.

Zhou Xuyan was always bold, taking the initiative when she met someone appealing.

This was just the first message—apparently in the car, Yan Tingli hadn’t been chatting with her.

“How should I reply?”

Shi Sui: “Mmph, don’t know.”

Her brain was like mush, absent-minded and completely uncaring.

Yan Tingli watched her quietly, suddenly, his features showing a layer of sinister frost.

He spoke slowly: “Don’t know?”

“Don’t know who’s dripping all over the sofa, or don’t know who’s twisting her waist sitting on me?”

“Tell her, Sui Sui.”