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"The school has a curfew of 11 p.m., can I stay overnight?"

It was nearly 11:30 when Ju Hui whispered those words in his ear. She had just finished showering and was wearing his T-shirt. Her lips brushed against his and then moved away, almost imperceptibly.

As if it were an instinct, Ju Hui moved closer to him and reached out to touch the dream she had never fulfilled.

Sure enough, the feeling was as soft and curved as she had imagined. Sheng Qijing was calmer and more restrained than her, gripping her waist tightly with both hands and lifting her up.

The thin callus-like texture first itched and then hurt in her lower back. Ju Hui was lifted half a meter into the air, her eyes wide open, and she hurriedly wrapped her thighs around him.

Ju Hui made eye contact with him briefly. He didn't speak. The next second, she felt a feather brush against her earlobe.

Sheng Qijing only responded with kisses and breaths that were not drunk at all. Ju Hui, on the other hand, was a little drunk and somehow fell into the night along with the bedroom ceiling.

“Ah, the desk lamp too…” Ju Hui pushed his waist away.

Sheng Qijing was always responsive to requests. Before Ju Hui could even see the actions clearly, the darkness had completely gained density and warmth.

A gentle, caressing kiss followed once more.

He carefully handled their impulsive actions.

The moment her earlobe was sucked, Ju Hui finally took out the small package that Bian Jiaping had told her to carry with her.

Sheng Qijing took it: "Do you know what you're doing?"

"I'm not drunk." The sudden, calm whisper in her ear caught Ju Hui off guard, and she shook her head several times.

The dull thud subsided again, leaving only the friction of plastic.

"Do you like me?" Sheng Qijing asked.

The dull thud of her elbow hitting the bedside table suddenly brought the world into sharp focus. Ju Hui suddenly felt a chill and opened her eyes to meet Sheng Qijing's exceptionally clear gaze.

He wanted her to answer seriously.

"I like it, I really like it."

The night had never been so bright. Ju Hui's fingers slid across his back, her palm facing down, and she gently pressed down.

"You know perfectly well."

The downy feathers of the pillow hummed in his ears. Sheng Qijing relaxed all his strength, his body temperature touching hers. Ju Hui could freely stroke his soft hair.

And so it went on in silence and without moonlight for a long time.

“I like you too.” He bit her collarbone.

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The next day, Ju Hui didn't appear in the workshop until the second period of her clay sculpting class. The teacher didn't notice her, but her classmates did, and countless beams of light scanned her from all sides.

Ju Hui walked by, not paying much attention.

It was common for the sculptors to stand in a circle and attend class. The teacher was sculpting a half-life human figure on the workbench, and Ju Hui was hiding at the back of the crowd, leaning against Yun Aonan to listen to the lesson.

She remembered asking Sheng Qijing to set an alarm for her last night, but it seemed she hadn't. Ju Hui woke up late, as if she hadn't slept at all.

"Xiao Hui".

Yun Aonan quickly glanced at her neck and whispered, "Why don't you use my concealer to cover it up again? It'll show when you flip your hair up a little."

"Is there?"

Ju Hui touched the round neck of her T-shirt; the bite mark was hidden at the edge of her vision, but it was indeed quite obvious.

She paused for a moment: "Never mind, I still need to get my bag. get out of class is over soon..."

"It's okay, it's in my pocket."

Yun Aonan pulled a long, soft tube from his pocket, squeezed out a little bit, and quickly tapped it on the bite mark with his little finger. He finished in a few quick strokes without attracting anyone's attention, and Ju Hui didn't even realize what was happening.

"You prepared this for me in advance?" Ju Hui narrowed her eyes, watching her lower her head and wipe the residue off her hands with a tissue. "So, you knew what I did last night, and you knew that the loft belonged to Sheng Qi..."

Ju Hui was interrupted by the teacher's announcement that get out of class was over, and Yun Aonan covered her mouth and walked out.

There weren't many classes today, only two in the morning. At 10 o'clock, there were quite a few people heading towards the dormitory and canteen. Ju Hui and Yun Aonan followed the crowd toward the office, where they wanted to find their counselor to polish their practice reports in person.

“Aonan”.

Pei Yao suddenly appeared and called her affectionately, with Sheng Qijing standing next to her, naturally becoming a beautiful sight outside the teaching building.

Yun Aonan instantly got goosebumps.

They suddenly joined Yun Aonan's side, while Sheng Qijing and Ju Hui stood on the far left and right sides, silently and tacitly.

Ju Hui acted as if she were a stranger to him. Both she and Sheng Qijing knew in their hearts that if they acted rashly and their affair was exposed, they would only become the second "model couple" in the sculpture department...

"Hi—Ju Hui."

When classmates passing by greeted her, before Ju Hui could react, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that their eyes were full of color.

She stared at them, but the clusters of red, purple, yellow, and blue suddenly disappeared; they were just laughing.

What are you laughing at?

She frowned and looked away.

"Xiao Hui, Pei Yao and the senior student want to talk to me about our graduation projects." Yun Aonan tugged at her arm. "You go to the office first, I'll be there soon."

The three of them looked at Ju Hui, but Sheng Qijing's gaze was devoid of any emotion.

When Ju Hui left this morning, there was a fleeting thought that his words of liking her were true.

But then he remembered the row of smiley face flowers in his second-floor living room, all of which seemed to be saying that last night was an accident.

Ju Hui nodded, and as soon as she left, she was called over by the students in front of her, and the noise gradually subsided.

Sheng Qijing watched Ju Hui's retreating figure. Last night, he was stopped by this group of junior students who asked him gossip. It was noisy and chaotic, and several mouths could drink dice with the foam of alcohol.

One phrase was "I heard," the other "I guessed," and she immediately said that Ju Hui had a boyfriend, Sheng Qijing, who was introduced by Yun Aonan, and that he was not young.

"Why did you say that the CEO of Mochen is that nouveau riche man?"

"Who else could it be but him? The luxury car he used to pick up Ju Hui must be the spoils of Mo Chen's bloody battles in the business world. No school has such wealth."

The crows chattered amongst themselves, and Sheng Qijing's gaze last night was even colder than it was now. Yun Aonan whispered a few words to hurry up and leave, not letting him call Ju Hui back.

Yun Aonan was calmer than Sheng Qijing. If they weren't going to be classmates for four years, she would have jumped onto the bar table last night, smashed a bottle, and asked who started the rumor.

Yun Aonan walked quickly ahead, followed by Sheng Qijing, while Pei Yao left first after completing his mission.

Today, Yun Aonan invited Sheng Qijing to the school; she wants an explanation. Why did Pu Yin say that CEO Mo Chun was his childhood friend? Why did she dislike Ju Hui but still sleep with her?

The Yun and Sheng families have been friends for many years. Their parents have similar personalities, which resulted in their second children looking almost identical. From their appearance to their hobbies, they are like two peas in a pod. The only difference is their family status: one is high, the other low; one is arrogant, the other is domineering.

Yun Aonan didn't think he was a casual person, unless he was similar to her in his approach to relationships, playing around and not taking things seriously.

The tree-lined avenue is sparsely populated, and since it's far from the dormitories and teaching buildings, only private cars pass by, making it a great place to chat.

Yun Aonan stopped, looked around to make sure no one was there, and turned around, just about to put his hands on his hips and scold him, when he saw Sheng Qijing deep in thought about life.

Yun Aonan: "You and Ju..."

Sheng Qijing: "Why was Ju Hui so cold just now?"

The two didn't chat for long before Ju Hui arrived at the office door.

She spent some time on the road; she had just edited a long WeChat message for Greybell.

If she were to truly indulge in romantic love, Ju Hui would not be Ju Hui. She was grateful for her good fortune in being admitted to Ruomei University, which gave her the possibility of meeting Yun Ao, Nan Sheng, and Qi Jing.

But at the same time, she was also proud, believing herself to be no less capable than anyone else. The idea of ​​"getting in through connections" didn't apply to her. While Sheng Qijing did provide her with the opportunity at Mo Chen, she had to seize it herself.

Instead of foolishly turning down a free lunch, she volunteered for more job opportunities, explaining what she could do for the gallery and expressing her desire to learn more about curating and gallery operations.

"Knock knock knock—" Ju Hui knocked on the door.

"Please come in—" came Teacher Marvin's voice.

Ju Hui pushed the door open a crack.

"Ah, the gossip wall said that Mo Cun Gallery is just a side business of the big boss, and you should call him president. And he's young, a student? Then Ju Hui is just dating one person on campus and another off campus, with Mo Cun Gallery on one hand and luxury cars on the other, what a clever scheme."

The male voice was clear and bright, and Ju Hui stood frozen in place.

"Yeah, a handsome older man and a young hunk... And I bet President Mo Chen is Sheng Qijing, look at her pure and innocent face, that's her..."

"What is it?"

Ju Hui turned around, and the two unfamiliar faces were startled by her. She strode closer and said, "Say it again."

This is the administrative office of the Sculpture Department on the third floor of Building A. The counselors are not usually here, and most of the students who come here are from student departments or seniors and fifth-year students who have administrative needs.

The two boys were genuinely surprised to see Ju Hui there. The surroundings were quiet and there weren't many people around. They quickly backed away and apologized.

Ju Hui immediately grabbed one of them, and the two, whose strengths were vastly different, crashed into a nearby display board, making a loud noise that echoed throughout the entire corridor.

Not wanting to attract attention, she kept her voice down: "Go to the office, and say it again in front of the teacher."

The two boys kept apologizing to each other, making a racket like flies. Ju Hui still wouldn't let go of him, which attracted some clueless troublemakers who told her not to be so unforgiving.

She gritted her teeth, and the other person, seeing someone backing her up, swung her even harder. Ju Hui's fingertips and nose stung with tears. She didn't want to get into trouble here, but then the person said:

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean that. Actually, I was complimenting you..."

"Don't apologize here, go to my office and apologize to me!"

Ju Hui yelled at him.

"Ju Hui!"

"Ju Hui!"

Teacher Ma Wen shouted sternly from behind, followed closely by Yun Aonan who ran from the elevator entrance. She faced Ma Wen, with Sheng Qijing following behind.

The scene was chaotic for a moment. Ju Hui stood in the eye of the storm, and ripples spread out from her. Everyone's eyes reflected the same emotion—this shrew was clinging to her senior who was sincerely apologizing and wouldn't let it go.

"Qi Jing, help me!"

The boy she grabbed pulled his head and shouted at Sheng Qijing.

Ju Hui fixed her gaze on him, and in that instant Yun Aonan suddenly realized that these two were Sheng Qijing's roommates.

For two seconds, Sheng Qijing remained silent.

Seeing that the counselor was about to make a move, Yun Aonan tugged at Sheng Qijing's sleeve: "Hey..."

"Ju Hui, please let go first."

He didn't help Ju Hui, and Yun Aonan looked at him in shock.

Seeing him appear when she was at her most vulnerable, just like last night, Ju Hui gritted her teeth, her emotions a jumbled mess.

The next second, he parted his lips slightly, muttered two words under his breath, and released the person.

The male student rubbed his arm, and the crowd around him felt his blood flow again. Ju Hui walked straight past him and headed towards the elevator.

This time, Yun Aonan caught up in time.

Sheng Qijing stood still and bumped into her.

Thump, a muffled sound.

He took half a step back and stopped in place.

In that instant, he thought of his father, who cared most about his reputation.

That was quite a hard impact.

Ju Hui rubbed her shoulders but didn't cry; her tears had even dried up from anger and wouldn't fall.

Ju Hui attended the afternoon classes as usual, but the task of polishing the practice report was postponed to the next day, and everything seemed normal.

The difference was that she finally understood the smiles of those classmates, those strange and malicious smiles.

But perhaps there was no ill intent behind it; as that senior student said, that gaze was one of "praise" and "envy."

Ju Hui immediately understood why Sheng Qijing concealed the ownership of the house and why he installed a back door to reject her idea.

There's a reason behind these barbed words. He and his roommate, like everyone else, treated Bian Jiaping as their SUGAR DADDY!

Ju Hui gave Sheng Qijing a good scolding and immediately blocked him. Her two good roommates were reported by her superiors and had to be disciplined and apologize in public.

Such a simple request was opposed by counselor Ma Wen.

"They don't deserve this..."

"The leadership decides on rewards and punishments..."

The two senior students escaped a demerit, but they still wrote two large apology letters and handed them over in person.

Ju Hui tore them all up in front of her.

"ox!"

After the two senior students left dejectedly, Yun Aonan, who had been supporting her, excitedly punched her with his fist. Ju Hui crumpled the handwritten dog bark in her hand into a ball, tossed it aside, and her three-point shot landed perfectly in the trash can.

Ju Hui felt no pressure and was filled with a sense of freedom.

"Aonan, let's move out of the school."