Did this woman have no basic sense of self-protection at all?
Or did Yu Qingxue simply think he was a good person?
If a man was considered a harmless “good guy” by a woman, it was undoubtedly a tragedy for him.
Yu Qingxue showed no hesitation as she pulled Gao Sijin’s quilt over herself. Her smooth, silky high ponytail had been let down, her hair splaying out as she rested her head calmly on his pillow.
Gao Sijin glared at her, but Yu Qingxue had already closed her beautiful eyes.
If he weren’t someone who had all the desire but none of the guts, he would have definitely made this woman scream.
However, the most pressing matter right now was to get his word count in.
Before that, Gao Sijin habitually opened his group chat.
Ai: “Brothers, I’m back from the blind date. This one was top-tier, prettier than a movie star!”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “You actually went on a date with another woman behind my back…”
Assassin: “What does she look like? Post a photo so we can see.”
Military Uniform Princess: “Seconded.”
Xiyang: “Seconded.”
Fenghe: “Seconded.”
In an instant, the group became lively again.
Everyone was curious to know what kind of sacred being Gao Sijin’s blind date was.
Gao Sijin felt that taking a secret photo without Yu Qingxue’s consent would be extremely impolite. But then he thought about it—didn’t she use a clear photo of herself as her profile picture?
Using a real photo of oneself as an avatar in the online world meant a tacit agreement that strangers could see what one looked like.
So, Gao Sijin copied Yu Qingxue’s profile picture and posted it in the group.
Military Uniform Princess: “Holy shit!”
Sandwich Bear: “Holy shit!”
Blue and White Bowl: “Holy shit!”
Fenghe: “Holy shit!”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “Holy shit!”
***
Gao Sijin was very satisfied with his group friends’ reactions. Although he knew the status gap between him and Yu Qingxue was too large for them to ever truly become lovers, every man had a bit of vanity.
In this winter season, Gao Sijin could finally pretend to be a “normie” and mock his single group friends.
Assassin: “Bishop, run! She’s the type to harvest your kidneys without anesthesia!”
Cuteness is Vulnerable Before Sexy: “Are you going to betray your ACGN culture waifus? You scumbag!”
Fenghe: “A guy like Xiao Ai actually got off the market? Where is the justice in this world?”
Military Uniform Princess: “The top-tier hunters often appear in the form of prey.”
Eternal Prayer: “Don’t bully Xiao Ai…”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “Only I can satisfy you, Xiao Ai. My Xiao Ai, hehehe…”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: [Yuno Gasai backlit face-palm.jpg]
Ai: “Go ahead and stay salty. I’m going to go write.”
Although he loved chatting with the members of his reader group, he often forgot to write when he got caught up in the conversation.
He had to focus on his word count.
Gao Sijin opened his writing software and music player, but his fingers hesitated over the keyboard. His cursor hovered over Steam.
He glanced at Yu Qingxue, who was lying in the bedroom in a rather provocative sleeping position. He decided it would be better to wait until she left before he started writing.
Mainly, he didn’t want people in real life to know he was an author.
‘Oh, look, isn’t this the great author?’
‘How much can you even make a month writing novels?’
‘What genre are you writing? Is it historical transmigration or urban romance? Yandere femdom? You actually like being dominated by women? Ugh, how disgusting…’
These dark memories lingered in the depths of Gao Sijin’s mind. To him, writing novels was almost in the same category as secretly browsing adult websites.
This was especially true for writing niche, less-accepted themes like yandere femdom.
Therefore, Gao Sijin hid it whenever he could. He was afraid of people looking at him like he was trash. He was a working adult; he had to wear a mask and learn how to socialize to survive in this society.
But was there another possibility? Could Yu Qingxue also like yandere femdom novels?
Just like how she shared his love for ACGN culture earlier…
‘Forget it.’
Gao Sijin thought the possibility was slim. He simply found a few of his fellow author friends to play a few rounds of *Naraka: Bladepoint*.
He tried to keep the sound of his keyboard clicks as quiet as possible to avoid waking her.
After playing about three games, Yu Qingxue rubbed her messy hair and let out a heavy yawn, looking like a lazy, weary queen.
Every movement she made exuded an aura that made a mere mortal like Gao Sijin afraid to act recklessly.
“You’re awake?”
“Mhm. Your bed is so comfortable.”
Gao Sijin didn’t turn his head, keeping his eyes on his game character. It wasn’t because he was particularly focused on the game, but rather because he didn’t dare look at her.
After taking off her trench coat, she was only wearing a white lace shirt and a pair of hot pants. This outfit left most of her skin exposed, which was incredibly tempting for a hot-blooded young man.
To hide his inexperience in romance, he had to act as indifferent toward her as possible. That was the only way to maintain his sanity and avoid becoming a “simp.”
“By the way, you didn’t touch me, did you?”
“I was afraid you were setting me up in a honey trap.”
“What kind of person do you take me for?”
“A woman.”
Yu Qingxue seemed a bit angry. Standing behind Gao Sijin with her bare, snowy-white feet, she pounded her soft, powerless fists against his back.
It felt more like she was acting spoiled.
She grumbled, “I’m going to take a shower. Just watch, I’m going to use up every drop of your water.”
“Big Sis, it’s getting late. Why don’t you just go home and shower there?”
However, Yu Qingxue completely ignored his suggestion and walked straight toward the bathroom.
As she walked, she accidentally kicked her handbag.
Because the zipper wasn’t fully closed, a phone charger and an electric toothbrush fell out of the bag.
Gao Sijin happened to see it.
‘Good grief, she clearly came prepared.’
A girl leaving the house with those two items meant she intended to spend the night. Gao Sijin wasn’t stupid.
He looked at Yu Qingxue, and she looked back at him. He looked at her again, and she chose to lower her head, her pretty face blushing slightly.
Gao Sijin had been in relationships before, but he didn’t believe his male hormones were enough to attract a peerless beauty like her.
There was definitely a catch.
As an author, he could think of hundreds of conspiracies within a single minute.
“Go home after your shower.”
“You’re going to be single for the rest of your life if you keep this up.”
“Safety first.”
“Is that a condom ad?”
“It’s a slogan from the anti-fraud center,” Gao Sijin said, looking at her. “Get home quickly once you’re done. My place isn’t a free hotel.”
Gao Sijin wasn’t actually afraid she was a scammer. He was just insecure.
How could a mere mortal deserve the favor of a beauty?
And even if a beautiful woman really did throw herself at him one day, he had to consider their future life.
Before he had enough money to maintain the cost of living, Gao Sijin couldn’t drag a woman down to suffer with him.
He listened to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, imagining her graceful body covered in droplets, shimmering through the mist like it was draped in a thin veil.
One day in the future, she would likely become someone else’s bride. A small, ordinary figure like Gao Sijin might leave a slight impression on her, but it was far more likely that she would forget him entirely.