“Does this girl really like me that much?”
Seeing that Bai Rourou had finally fallen asleep, Gong Nanxue couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
The girl’s eyes, filled with tenderness and overflowing with love, stared straight at her.
The pressure was simply too much.
But honestly, she found the whole love thing pretty meaningless.
Whether male or female, she didn’t want to be in a relationship.
Of course, if she absolutely had to choose, after so many years under Cai Jinger’s influence, maybe she’d lean toward girls?
“What am I even thinking about?”
Gong Nanxue subconsciously shook her head, feeling ridiculous at her own thoughts.
She never used to think about such messy things, but after meeting Bai Rourou, everything started to get weird.
“It’s already been nearly half a month living together.”
Gong Nanxue’s gaze slowly fell on Bai Rourou’s peaceful sleeping face.
Her fair cheeks had an unhealthy pallor, her skin delicate enough that pores were barely visible.
Her face was small and her features delicate, so much so that Gong Nanxue felt she could almost cover half of it with her palm.
“So skinny.”
Gong Nanxue’s eyes drifted downward, tracing the slender neck, finally resting on the hand on her chest.
Pale, slender, and long, the nails trimmed neatly—perfectly fitting the stereotype of a ‘curved girl.’
“Her hands are pretty too.”
That faint, unique scent had nearly vanished due to the distance, but Gong Nanxue could still make it out at the tip of her nose.
The fragrance was strangely captivating.
“Bai Rourou herself doesn’t seem to notice this scent. So could it be… body fragrance?”
Gong Nanxue thought in disbelief.
Did people like that really exist in reality?
Without thinking, she dragged her chair closer to the bed.
Now the sleeping girl was less than half a meter away.
At that moment, the girl rolled over, turning to face Gong Nanxue, and her arm dropped down, landing right in front of Gong Nanxue’s eyes.
“I just want to smell it. That should be fine, right?”
Bai Rourou slept deeply, feeling vaguely as if someone was moving her hand.
She didn’t fully wake until evening, and the hospital room was pitch black and empty.
“So quiet.”
Since there was nothing actually wrong with her, her fainting during military training wasn’t from heatstroke but from an electric shock.
After her classmates brought her to the school clinic, the doctor checked her over, confirmed there was no serious problem, and arranged for her to rest after asking the nurse to swap out her bread.
Not even a prescription was given.
“I still need to teach. Maybe I shouldn’t go?”
Her stomach still ached faintly, but it was much better than at noon, so Bai Rourou figured she could manage.
“So hungry…”
She hadn’t even eaten lunch, and now it was already night.
Rubbing her eyes as she sat up, she groped for her phone by the pillow, only to find it was out of battery and powered off.
“Almost forgot. This phone’s standby time is at most six hours.”
If you don’t touch it, it shuts off after six hours. Now it’s almost been ten.
“No charger… either.”
She groped her way off the bed, put on her shoes, and pushed open the ward door, glancing around but seeing no one.
“As expected of a makeshift operation. Did they all go to eat?”
The hospital wasn’t far from the dorm, and the school clinic had only a token existence.
The doctors inside were often nowhere to be found.
Rumor had it they were even relatives of some school leader.
She left the clinic, packed some food from the canteen, and returned to her dorm, still not seeing Gong Nanxue.
After plugging her phone into the charger, Bai Rourou considered whether to get a new phone.
A thousand or so yuan could get a pretty good second-hand one.
Speaking of second-hand…
Bai Rourou’s head was a mess, her thoughts extra jumbled from the aftereffects of sleep.
Finally, the phone booted up, and after a long loading animation, a flood of messages popped up on the screen.
There were messages from Wu Jie, the education institute, some concerned male classmates, and Gong Nanxue.
Nan Sister: I had something to do and left first. If you need anything, message me.
Bai Rourou replied with an ‘okay,’ then messaged the education institute to ask for a leave of absence today.
“Truly a life of toil.”
She decided to take a day off.
The first day of her period hurt the most; after that, things would get better.
She grabbed clean clothes, took a shower, and felt much more awake.
Back in the dorm in her nightdress, she noticed the room was dirty again and decided to clean up.
She’d always been a stickler for cleanliness—no matter how tired, she had to scrub things clean.
“Done. Time to eat!”
After finishing her packed meal from the canteen, Bai Rourou found herself at a loss, so she just climbed back into bed to sleep.
She hadn’t had a proper rest in ages.
Ding-ling-ling~
Ding-ling-ling~
Late at night, her phone suddenly rang, waking Bai Rourou.
“Who is it? Someone’s calling this late?”
Groggy, she picked up her phone and saw it was a WeChat voice call from Gong Nanxue!
“Calling me so late?”
Without thinking, Bai Rourou answered.
A crisp, unfamiliar female voice came through.
“Hello, are you Gong Nanxue’s roommate?”
“Yes, what happened to Gong Nanxue?”
“She got drunk and I don’t know where to take her. Could you come pick her up?”
Wang Shanshan quickly added, “There weren’t many contacts in her phone, but I saw yours labeled ‘roommate,’ so I called.”
“Send me the address. I’ll be there right away.”
Bai Rourou replied simply, hung up, and hurriedly got out of bed.
She plugged in her phone and began changing clothes.
“She went out drinking in the middle of the night?”
She thought to herself, “Wu Jie even asked her to take care of me, but she went out to party instead.”
She quickly changed, then remembered that Gong Nanxue was probably dead drunk.
Otherwise, someone wouldn’t have called her to come pick her up—it’d be hard to bring her back, so they’d probably need a hotel.
She grabbed her own ID from her drawer, then found Gong Nanxue’s ID in her drawer and took both.
Then, thinking Gong Nanxue might need a change of clothes if she threw up, Bai Rourou pulled out a set of Gong Nanxue’s clothes from the wardrobe, including underwear.
She packed everything into a bag.
“Who would’ve thought Nan Sister, who looks so cool, is actually so repressed inside?”
Bai Rourou glanced at the lacy pink panties in the bag and couldn’t help but smile.
Lacy pink panties—a blend of girlishness and seduction. What a combination.
Gong Nanxue actually liked this kind of thing.
“Let’s go take care of the stoic, dashing Nan Sister.”