6.

The staff carefully delivered the luggage to dormitory 207. Once the door was closed, it seemed to completely isolate the outside world from all noise and prying eyes.

The dormitory was a standard double room, clean and tidy, with two single beds against the wall, a shared bedside table in the middle, two desks and a wardrobe across from them, and a private bathroom. The conditions were indeed much better than those in a dormitory with multiple people.

Wuyou was like a little prince returning to his own territory. He took the lead in inspecting the area, then pointed to the bed by the window with better light. He turned around and announced to Mi Xi in a matter-of-fact and coquettish tone: "I want to sleep here! It's better ventilated here."

Mi Xi had no objection and nodded casually, pushing her suitcase next to the bed by the door. "Okay."

His reaction was so bland that it surprised Wuyou, who was preparing for a "battle," and it also took away some of the fun. He curled his lips and began to pack his things. However, this little ancestor was clearly not the do-it-yourself type.

He opened the huge suitcase, which was filled with clothes, accessories, and various bottles and jars, but there was no order. He rummaged around for a while, picked up a game console, and dug out a few bags of snacks. He soon made a mess on the bed, while the clothes that really needed to be hung were still piled in the suitcase.

Mi Xi, on the other hand, had already neatly unpacked his suitcase. The items inside were neatly arranged. He first took out a set of clean bedding and expertly began to make the bed. Each movement exuded a calmness and grace, a stark contrast to his captivating on-stage persona.

Wuyou sat cross-legged on his messy bed, unwrapping a bag of strawberry-flavored marshmallows while watching Mixi's methodical work. His tearful eyes blinked, and he suddenly said, "Xixi, your sheets are gray, so drab." He had brought a four-piece suit with a cartoon fox pattern.

Mi Xi didn't even raise her head, continued to smooth out the wrinkles on the bed sheet, and replied lightly: "It's resistant to dirt."

Wuyou choked and stuffed a marshmallow into his mouth. His cheeks puffed up and he changed the subject: "Do you want to take a shower later? I want to take a shower first! I hate the smell of sweat on my body." After saying that, he lowered his head and sniffed his collar like a little animal.

"Yeah." Mi Xi was still concise.

Wuyou looked at his stubborn demeanor and felt a strange sense of defeat. He rolled his eyes, then suddenly jumped off the bed and ran barefoot to Mi Xi. He handed her his half-eaten marshmallow, his tone hinting at sharing, yet also a touch of tentativeness: "Xixi, do you want some? It's very sweet."

Mi Xi finally paused in making the bed. He tilted his head, looking at the half-eaten pink marshmallow that was being passed to his mouth, then looked at Wu You's eyes, which were filled with anticipation and seemed incredibly sincere and tearful.

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Just when Wuyou thought he would refuse and was about to withdraw his hand in disappointment, Mi Xi lowered her head slightly, took his hand, opened her mouth and put the half marshmallow into her mouth.

The soft lips accidentally brushed against Wuyou's fingertips, bringing a slightly cool and soft touch.

Wuyou abruptly retracted his hand, his fingertips feeling burned, and a faint blush crept up the tip of his ear. He feigned composure, his voice much softer than before: "...Sweet, sweet, right?"

Mi Xi savored the sweet strawberry flavor melting in her mouth, then stood up and continued her movements, only to utter a syllable softly in her throat:

"Um."

That’s an answer.

Wuyou watched him return to his cold and aloof look, as if the almost indirect kiss just now was just an illusion. Her heart felt like it was gently scratched by a kitten's claws, itchy, and a little indescribable throbbing.

He suddenly realized that this "beautiful kitten" was not as docile and harmless as he appeared. He had the ability to disturb people's hearts silently.

"Then, I'm going to take a shower!" Wuyou grabbed her pajamas as if to hide something and rushed into the bathroom almost at the same time.

Mi Xi listened to the sound of running water in the bathroom and finally stopped, his gaze falling on Wuyou's messy bed. He walked over, picked up the opened bag of marshmallows, carefully sealed it, and gathered the game console and snacks he had carelessly thrown aside. His movements were so natural, as if he was doing something ordinary.

After doing all this, he walked to the window, looking at the darkening night outside and the lights still on in the practice room in the distance.

His new roommate was a nuisance, but didn't seem... annoying.

In the bathroom, Wuyou leaned against the door, listening to the subtle movements outside. He raised his hand to touch his still burning ears and muttered softly:

"What the hell... You're just a kitten, but you're acting so cool..."

But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

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Wuyou emerged from the bathroom with damp hair, dressed in soft silk pajamas, his body brimming with warmth and the sweet scent of peach shower gel. While wiping his hair with a towel, he glanced at Mi Xi, who had made her bed and was sitting at her desk, reading some documents.

Mi Xi also changed into home clothes, a simple white T-shirt, which made his neck look even more slender, and his profile looked incredibly soft under the light of the table lamp.

Wuyou curled his lips, thinking this guy was really quick. He walked to his bedside in his slippers, picked up his charging phone, unlocked it, and deftly opened a chat box with the note "The Most Hated Pei Yu in the World."

[Wuyou: I've moved into the dorm! (fox-swish-tail.jpg)]

[Wuyo: It's a double room! I'm awesome, right?!]

【Wuyou: (Picture) (Picture)】

He took two photos of the interior of the dormitory and sent them over, deliberately avoiding Mi Xi's figure.

The message was replied almost instantly.

[The world's most hated Pei Yu: Yeah. Awesome.]

[The most annoying thing in the world: blow-drying hair.]

Wuyou looked at the screen and snorted, but his fingers obediently went looking for the hair dryer. But he had obviously overestimated his ability to do it, and after several attempts at unplugging the plug, he failed. The water droplets on his hair dripped onto his neck, making him wince in the cold.

He became a little impatient, so he simply put the hair dryer aside and clicked the video call button directly.

The call was connected after only one ring.

The phone screen lit up, revealing a strikingly handsome yet stern face. The man seemed still in his office, with a vast floor-to-ceiling window and the dazzling cityscape at night visible behind him. He wore a well-ironed white shirt, his collar slightly open. His nose was prominent, his lips tightly pursed, and he exuded the authority of a superior. However, when his deep gaze met the little fox on the screen, with its dripping hair and puffed cheeks, the coldness melted away like spring snow, instantly transforming into an indescribable focus and gentleness.

"Pei Yu!" Wu You complained to the person on the other end of the screen, his voice unconsciously taking on a hint of coquettishness that he himself didn't even notice. "This hair dryer doesn't work! The cord is all tangled!"

The man called Pei Yu's gaze lingered on his wet hair for a moment. His voice came through the receiver, deep and magnetic, with a touch of indulgence: "Take your time, or ask the staff to help you."

"No, that's a bother." Wuyou refused flatly. He adjusted his posture, propping his phone against the pillow to make sure his hands were free, and then began to "wrestle" with the bundle of wires, complaining, "Besides, my foot hurts from playing games today! The acupressure mat! It hurts so much!"

As he spoke, he lifted one of his white feet and shook it in front of the camera, trying to increase his credibility.

Pei Yu looked at the foot on the screen, which was indeed slightly red. He frowned slightly, but his tone remained steady: "Yeah, I see. Wear socks next time."

"Putting on socks hurts too!" Wuyou grumbled in dissatisfaction. He tugged hard with his hands and finally pulled the wire free. He raised his chin proudly, like a little animal that only wanted praise, "Look, I got it free!"

"Great." Pei Yu praised readily with a smile in his eyes.

Wuyou was finally satisfied and picked up the hair dryer to start blowing his hair. As he did so, he chattered to Peiyu about what had happened today, from Mixi's stunning performance to the dormitory scramble game. His tone was sometimes exaggerated, sometimes complaining, but his eyes were always filled with lively brilliance.

Pei Yu just listened quietly, occasionally responding with an "hmm" or a brief reply, his eyes never leaving the person on the screen, as if the endless official business and the bustling night view outside the window were not as important as watching his little fox blow drying his hair.

Mi Xi sat not far away. Although wearing headphones, they weren't completely soundproof. He could faintly hear Wu You's sweet, innocent complaints and the man's patient, low voice on the other end of the line. He didn't turn around, his gaze still fixed on the documents in his hands, but the corners of his lips curved slightly.

The man behind this "royal family" seems to have protected him very well, just as the rumors said.

After a while, Wuyou's hair was half dry. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

Pei Yu on the other side of the screen noticed immediately: "If you are tired, go to bed early."

"I know..." Wuyou muttered, his tone softening, "You should go home early too, and don't stay up late to work again!"

"Okay." Pei Yu agreed readily.

"Then I'll hang up?" Wu You looked at the screen with a bit of reluctance in his eyes, but because Mi Xi was next to him, he was embarrassed to show it too obviously.

"Yeah." Pei Yu looked at him and said in a softer voice, "Good night, Yoyo."

Wuyou blushed slightly, quickly said "good night," and hung up the video. He clutched the hot phone to his chest, fell onto the soft bed, rolled over, and buried his flushed face in the quilt printed with a little fox pattern.

On the other end of the phone, in the top-floor office at AXIS headquarters, Pei Yu stared at the darkened screen, tapping his fingertips lightly on the desk. He then picked up the intercom and his voice returned to its usual coldness:

"Secretary Li, please cancel all unnecessary evening social engagements for the next week."

After hanging up the phone, he looked out the window with a far-reaching gaze.

His little fox seemed to have found an interesting "playmate" in the new environment.

Dormitory 207 finally quieted down. Wuyou hugged the quilt, and soon, he began to breathe evenly and slowly, obviously tired.

Mi Xi took off her headphones, looked back at the new roommate who was sleeping defenselessly, stood up, walked over quietly, covered him with the quilt that he had kicked aside, and then turned off the desk lamp on her side.

The dormitory fell into warm darkness and silence.