Huh~ the green tea vibes are overflowing~ Liang Sheng snickered inwardly. Time to fan the flames some more!
“An’an, look, Sihan’s already apologized to you. Doesn’t she seem pitiful? Just forgive her,” Liang Sheng whispered right in Song An’an’s ear, while casting a sympathetic glance at Ni Sihan.
The moment Song An’an glanced over, she completely lost it. It hit her all at once—those short videos she’d watched about spotting green tea bitches.
That body language, that pitiful expression, topped off with those whiny words… Song An’an stomped her foot. Yep! Green tea confirmed!
“Whoa~” Adoration Value declining.
“Song An’an’s Adoration Value towards Ni Sihan: 5”
Well, damn. Talk about a one-way ticket back to square one.
Ni Sihan was dumbfounded, staring into Song An’an’s hostile eyes without a clue what she’d done wrong.
Hmph! She must be into my A-Sheng, Song An’an thought with pursed lips. Then she puts on this pitiful act in front of A-Sheng to score sympathy. Seeing how much A-Sheng likes me, she’s putting on a show to frame me as the bully. That’s gotta be it!
What a wild train of thought. The girl was actually trying to win her over with kindness, but Song An’an had twisted it into her being a rival stealing her woman. Talk about emotional intelligence in the gutter.
“A-Sheng, I need to use the bathroom,” Song An’an said, averting her gaze as she yanked Liang Sheng up from her seat. She just wanted to get away from Ni Sihan. She was terrified of whatever green tea move might come next.
Liang Sheng had been enjoying the show from the sidelines. At this, she could barely contain her glee—too bad she didn’t have any popcorn. Munching on snacks while watching this drama? Pure bliss. Women at war? The best entertainment!
As Song An’an dragged her away, Liang Sheng could tell the little crybaby had already written off Ni Sihan in her mind. Green tea label stamped and sealed.
Hmph. Stirring up trouble between friends? As the “Liang Queen,” that was her specialty.
Liang Sheng obediently followed Song An’an out, but not without playing dumb first, like she had no idea what was going on. “An’an, did you eat something bad? Why the rush?”
Song An’an didn’t look back. Toughening up for once, she dragged Liang Sheng away. “A-Sheng, I just drank too much water, that’s all.”
At the bathroom door, Liang Sheng grabbed Song An’an’s hand with feigned worry, holding it up between their chests like they were in a stage play, her voice brimming with dramatic concern. “An’an, I can tell things are tense between you and Sihan. You two better not fight. If you do, you’re so naive and sweet—you’d be the one getting hurt! Sure, I can protect you for now, but I’ve got my own stuff to handle. I can’t always be there for you!”
Song An’an’s big, doe-like eyes welled up with tears at those words. So her A-Sheng really loved her that much?
“Ding!” Favorability surging upward.
“Song An’an’s Favorability towards Liang Sheng: 200+”
Pfft. No surprise—total pushovers like this were the easiest targets, second only to yanderes.
“A-Sheng, I’ll take good care of myself. Don’t worry,” Song An’an said, nestling into Liang Sheng’s arms like a little bird depending on its tree.
Ah~ this tall, protective big-sis vibe. Liang Sheng couldn’t help flipping her bangs, lost in her own “tall, cool, and handsome” fantasy.
Passersby witnessing this comedic (scratch that) theatrical scene just stared: “…” They seemed a little unhinged.
“Go on to the bathroom, An’an,” Liang Sheng said, somehow making even that sound utterly doting.
Song An’an nodded and reluctantly let go of Liang Sheng’s hand.
Good grief. A quick bathroom break, and they’d turned it into a tearful farewell.
The gathering wrapped up around ten that night. Everyone was wilted like limp bean sprouts from all the fun when Ni Sihan started assigning rooms and leading people upstairs.
Ni Sihan wasn’t thrilled either. She’d barely gained any Adoration Value—in fact, it’d dropped a ton.
There weren’t enough rooms, so it was two to a room. The odd one out would bunk with her. Ni Sihan was pissed—royally so. On purpose, she stuck Song An’an with her own room.
“Ah!?” Song An’an’s face was pure shock, mouth agape.
Why?! Hadn’t she made it clear she didn’t like Ni Sihan much? Couldn’t this woman take a hint?
But she was too shy to call her out in front of everyone. Swallowing her grievances, she figured she’d hash it out once they were alone in the room.
Meanwhile, Liang Sheng naturally got paired with some classmate she barely knew, courtesy of the house’s hostess.
Ha? Liang Sheng sneaked a glance at Ni Sihan. This had to be on purpose!
“Sihan…” Liang Sheng started to protest, but with everyone watching, saying she wanted to room with someone else would embarrass the poor girl. So she lowered her raised hand.
Sigh. She’d figure something out once everyone was settled.
Gu Yuqi and Liang Jin each got paired with other girls from the dorms.
“No helping it—everyone squeeze in. I didn’t expect so many to stay. We don’t have enough guest rooms,” Ni Sihan said with an apologetic smile.
“The maids will prep milk baths for you all. Decide who goes first, or you can both soak together~ If you want to go one after the other and switch out the milk, just ring the bell by the door. A maid will come clean the tub and refill it.” Ni Sihan explained it all.
Then she led the group upstairs.
“An’an, this is my room. You go on in and rest,” Ni Sihan said, gesturing to her door for Song An’an to enter.
The little crybaby wasn’t thrilled. She stopped Ni Sihan. “Ni—Ni Sihan, I want to talk to you…”
“Can it wait until I’ve shown everyone to their rooms? Please?” Ni Sihan nodded politely at Song An’an. “I’m swamped right now, and everyone’s exhausted. They need rest.”
“O-Okay…” The soft-hearted little crybaby caved once more.
Song An’an turned and entered Ni Sihan’s room.
Once everyone was in their rooms, Ni Sihan didn’t head straight to hers. Instead, she went back downstairs to tinker with who-knows-what.
Liang Sheng and her unfamiliar roommate entered their room. The classmate graciously let Liang Sheng use the bathroom first.
The bathroom was thick with the scent of milk—the maids had already filled the tub to the brim.
“Whew~” Liang Sheng washed her face and started on her skincare routine.
With a sheet mask on, she slipped into the tub.
So comfy~ Bliss~ Liang Sheng stretched out luxuriously.
Click.
“Who’s there!?”
The bathroom door made a noise. Liang Sheng’s eyes snapped wide in alarm.
Crap! She—she’d forgotten to lock the bathroom door!
