“But to be together, we have to like each other…” Liang Sheng explained.
Mo Qingrou lowered her head in thought for a moment. “You have someone you like, right?”
The question hit Liang Sheng like a curveball, leaving her scrambling for a response. “Uh, well… not necessarily. I’m still young—who knows who I’ll end up liking?”
It was another vague, noncommittal answer.
Mo Qingrou pondered a bit longer, then spoke with utmost seriousness. “If you end up liking me someday, then we’ll be together. If not…”
“If not…?” Liang Sheng echoed.
“If you don’t like me, then reject my confession. Let me experience the pain of a breakup.” Mo Qingrou had no idea how horrifying her words sounded—heartbreak hurt like hell! “That way, I’ll have felt more emotions and gained something from it.”
It… kind of made sense.
But would Mo Qingrou really be okay with heartbreak once she developed real feelings?
Liang Sheng had no clue, and Mo Qingrou was even more in the dark.
Still no progress? She’d been hoping to push Mo Qingrou’s favorability toward her past one hundred.
This woman was way too tough to crack.
“Class is about to start…” Liang Sheng hinted, trying to nudge her into a new topic. “Sister Mo Qingrou, what do you—”
Mo Qingrou: “?”
“N-Nothing.” Aaaah, how had this woman gotten even more direct after just a few days apart?
“Listen to this, Sister Mo Qingrou—there’s so much juicy gossip going around school lately.” Liang Sheng scooted closer, cupping a hand by her ear like the ultimate busybody.
The words “school gossip” made Mo Qingrou’s eyes light up. She leaned in slightly toward Liang Sheng.
“Today I caught this one classmate sucking face with another one!” Liang Sheng whispered conspiratorially, looking every bit the shady gossipmonger.
Mo Qingrou tried to frown, but drew a blank on who they were.
After spending so much time around this poker-faced woman, Liang Sheng read her instantly.
“Oh!” The green-haired girl waved it off with a flourish, channeling an old lady gleefully spreading tall tales. “They’re both guys!”
“Gay?” Mo Qingrou perked up now, zeroing in on a few familiar campus pairs.
Liang Sheng nodded like crazy. “Yeah, yeah! One’s that basketball guy, the other’s on the volleyball team. Sound familiar? Both are pretty easy on the eyes, right?”
Now with specifics, Mo Qingrou suddenly remembered. “Oh, those two.”
“I’ve spotted them together loads of times.” The poker-faced doctor lost interest in a flash; her melon was already half-rotten and turning green around the edges.
Liang Sheng was caught flat-footed. So much for her hard-thought-up topic…
“Uh,” she said, grabbing her phone again. “Sister Mo Qingrou, you know, I saw your name on the campus Confession Wall.”
Mo Qingrou shrugged it off; she was used to it. “I see yours pop up constantly. You’ve got a ton of little admirers, boys and girls alike.”
“Heh!” Liang Sheng was secretly over the moon about her popularity, but kept up a cool front. “Those kids are always up to no good.”
“You’ve got just as many rumors flying around as confessions.” Mo Qingrou dropped the line out of nowhere.
Liang Sheng nearly choked. Whoa, was jealousy becoming a habit?
“Ehehe, Sister Mo Qingrou, you don’t seem to have any scandals yourself!” Time to flip the script back to her.
Mo Qingrou glanced up. “Mm-hmm.”
“How about… we stir some up? Give you your own rumor?” Liang Sheng grinned mischievously, clearly joking. “Then you’d have one too—life goals achieved~”
Liang Sheng meant it as a total joke, but apparently hadn’t picked her audience wisely.
“You’re right.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Mo Qingrou rose to her feet. Towering over her, she gripped Liang Sheng’s shoulders firmly. “I should have some gossip too—feel what it’s like to have the internet dissecting my love life.”
Wait, what? Big sis, it was just a joke—can’t you tell?
“Th-This… we can’t even get a photo of it. No one’s around to snap one for us, and posting it ourselves would look so fake.” Liang Sheng scrambled for an out.
She already had a mountain of rumors; what was one more? Actually… yeah, it might not even stand out.
Mo Qingrou lifted her wrist to check her watch. “That’s simple enough.”
Class time loomed, and students were streaming from the dorms toward the academic building.
Mo Qingrou released the green-haired girl’s shoulders and strode to the infirmary window.
“Swish!”
She yanked back the crisp white curtain. Outside lay the playground—the exact route every student had to pass on their way to class.
This iceberg woman wasn’t seriously planning to…? A chill of foreboding ran through Liang Sheng.
Sure enough, spotting the bustling crowd of students, Mo Qingrou hurried back and hauled Liang Sheng to her feet.
“Liang Sheng, will you help me out here?” Mo Qingrou fixed her with what she imagined was a heartfelt gaze (her face utterly blank, as always).
Did she even have a choice? Tears welled in Liang Sheng’s eyes as she submitted once more.
With permission granted, Mo Qingrou didn’t hold back. She shoved Liang Sheng up against the glass.
Liang Sheng’s green locks flattened against the pane. Mo Qingrou caged her arms with both hands in a classic wall slam.
Her eyes stayed glued to the students milling on the playground beyond the glass.
A full minute ticked by before Liang Sheng grew restless. “Sister Mo Qingrou, good enough yet?”
“Not quite. Hang on a little longer.”
Had no one noticed? For the first time ever, Liang Sheng desperately wanted the rumors to fly.
“Good now?” Another minute dragged on.
Just as Mo Qingrou started to deflate, two girls holding hands suddenly jabbed fingers toward the infirmary.
Mo Qingrou clamped down harder on Liang Sheng and murmured into her ear, “Just a bit more. Someone’s spotted us, I think.”
You think?
Mo Qingrou couldn’t be sure. Noticing them wasn’t enough—they had to whip out phones, snap pics, and blast it to the Campus Forum for true success.
“They’re pulling out their phones!” Excitement cracked her voice.
The girls finished shooting and wandered off.
“All set now, Sister Mo Qingrou?” Liang Sheng’s arms screamed from the strain.
Fearing they might chicken out on posting, Mo Qingrou let go of her arms. Instead, she snaked them around Liang Sheng’s slender waist in a blatantly intimate hold, pressing her back against the glass.
“Switching to something comfier. Just a sec more.”
Huh? That wording felt weirdly suggestive… comfy position? Liang Sheng’s gutter-dwelling brain veered straight into the naughty zone once again.
