Hold on.

You actually blurted it right out.

Zhang Ruowei pouted, called him a player, and stopped paying Xu Ye any attention. The image she was keeping up in front of Zhao Ming wasn't ready for stockings and heels yet, never mind that tomorrow night she was going to his house to meet his mother.

It wasn't long before everyone in the dorm was in bed.

The room had been loud a minute ago. All at once it went quiet.

Chen Qingqing finished with her face mask, turned off the dorm light, and found her way back to her own bunk by the glow of her phone.

They switched the video call over to voice, and half an hour in, Chen Qingqing heard the sound of steady, soft snoring coming from the other end.

It wasn't the first time Xu Ye had fallen asleep partway through a conversation.

Used to it by now, Chen Qingqing hung up, turned her phone off and settled in to sleep.

Maybe it was the nap she'd taken at noon, though. She turned over and over and couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did, and after a little while of lying there she suddenly remembered what Xu Ye had said earlier.

So she picked her phone back up.

She searched the shopping app for the Balenciaga Xu Ye had just mentioned, opened the product page and looked it over — and then her little hand slipped, and the item went into her cart.

The next day.

Xu Ye was up early. He had breakfast in the cafeteria and then drove to the company by himself.

Finals were a month off, and none of the three — Zhang Xinzhou, Li Tongwen or Yang Fei — dared skip a class. The one doing best on that front this year wasn't Li Tongwen — it was Yang Fei. After failing a course last year, the guy hadn't missed a single class yet this year, and in the big shared lecture courses he was often the one answering roll call for all four of them.

"Director Xu~"

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