Fish-flavored shredded pork, half a pot of corn and bone soup, a small box of mouth-watering chicken.
White Li looked down at the inside of the refrigerator.
In the crisper drawer were several things: a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork sealed with plastic wrap, half a pot of corn and bone soup, and a small box of mouth-watering chicken. They were all leftovers, but well-sealed, the plastic wrap pulled taut and pressed down at the edges.
Whether the refrigerator was opened or left open too long, it would emit a beep.
She held her breath, pricking up her ears to listen carefully for sounds from the bedroom.
Having not used a refrigerator in so long, White Li had almost forgotten this.
Fortunately, the breathing inside was steady, no abnormalities.
It seemed Lin Du was already fast asleep and hadn’t heard the noise here.
Grr~
White Li’s stomach growled.
She covered her stomach and glared at it.
She hadn’t been eating well lately, and now in the middle of the night, she was indeed a bit hungry.
She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently lifted a corner of the plastic wrap from the fish-flavored shredded pork.
Her fingertips pinched a shred of meat and popped it into her mouth.
‘I’ll just have a taste, not too much…’
White Li’s eyes lit up, and she pinched another shred and put it in her mouth.
Salty and fragrant with a slight spiciness, the wood ear mushrooms were crunchy, the shredded pork tender and smooth, the seasoning just right.
Her mouth was full of fragrance.
She licked her lips and stealthily tore off a piece of mouth-watering chicken.
The chicken was firm, the chili oil fragrant but not spicy, and the sesame seeds, when crushed in her mouth, released an even stronger aroma.
She also scooped a small sip of corn and bone soup.
Since the soup was in a stone pot, it was still a bit warm, and drinking it made her stomach feel cozy.
White Li stood in front of the refrigerator, chewing, with her ears strained, sneaking bites while listening for sounds from the bedroom.
Her tail gently swayed behind her, expressing her master’s delight.
She knew she shouldn’t be stealing food here.
These were someone else’s leftovers, and she had eaten them without even saying a word—that was even worse than trespassing.
But she couldn’t stop; it was just too delicious.
After eating her fill, White Li stood at the kitchen door, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and took a deep breath.
She licked her fingers, then re-covered the plastic wrap.
Having tasted a bit of everything, she used her fingertips to smooth the dishes out, making them look untouched so it wouldn’t be obvious she had eaten from them.
‘Damn, how is this guy so good at cooking?’
After re-covering the plastic wrap, it looked completely untouched.
Now, there was only one last place left…
She turned around and walked toward the end of the hallway.
The closer she got to that place, the lighter her footsteps became.
Her heartbeat quickened again, so fast that her fingertips began to tingle, so fast that she felt she might turn and run at any moment.
Finally, White Li stood in front of the bedroom door.
The bedroom door was closed tight—a light-colored wooden door with a silver handle, round in shape, no sharp edges.
She pressed her ear against the door panel, perking up her fox ears, and carefully captured the sounds inside.
The breathing was longer and more drawn out than before, as if he had entered a deeper sleep.
No sleep-talking, no teeth grinding, no snoring.
White Li straightened up, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
Her hand rested on the door handle; the silver metal felt cool against her palm.
She pressed down gently, feeling the resistance of the spring, inch by inch, as slowly as if defusing a bomb.
She didn’t know if the door was locked; if it was, she would go back.
If it wasn’t…
She would just take one look, just one.
To see what he looked like sleeping, to see what his room was like, to see if there were any unknown “secrets.”
White Li’s fingers trembled slightly; she didn’t know why she was doing this.
Since her transmigration, she had become more and more unable to see herself clearly.
Originally, she could still think rationally, judge rationally, and weigh pros and cons in her mind before acting.
But lately, for some reason, she always acted on impulse, doing rash things she would definitely regret later.
Like tearing up Shijo Shiori’s invitation, or breaking into Lin Du’s house in the middle of the night.
If matter determines consciousness, then perhaps she was the best example now.
A male soul had entered a girl’s body, and her way of thinking was gradually developing in a feminine direction, becoming unstoppable.
And now, she stood in front of his bedroom door, hand on the handle, like a thief ready to steal.
But she wasn’t here to steal; she just wanted to understand him a little more.
As her first friend in this world, she wanted to know what he liked to eat, what books he liked to read, what colors he liked.
She wanted to know what time he went to bed at night, what time he got up in the morning, and whether he would hit the snooze button when the alarm went off.
She wanted to know if, when he was alone, he would also toss and turn in bed, thinking about unanswerable questions like she did.
White Li bit her lip.
If she stopped here today, at least she would know where Lin Du lived, and she could come again next time…
No, she couldn’t come like this next time.
But on second thought, since she was already here, she might as well take a look.
This was the first and last time.
Maybe Shijo was just fooling her, and Lin Du was just an ordinary high school student.
Decent looks, not talkative, good grades, can cook, keeps his home tidy.
No secrets, nothing “only she knew.”
Then White Li could find a way to stir things up, make Lin Du’s attitude firmer, and maybe the young lady would lose interest in Lin Du.
After all, someone like her must have a bunch of handsome guys around her; there was no need to hang herself on this one crooked tree.
White Li took a deep breath and pressed the fingers on the handle again.
Click.
The door handle pressed all the way down; it wasn’t locked.
She gently pushed it open a crack, held her breath, and widened the gap enough to squeeze in sideways.
Then, like a piece of paper, she silently slipped into the room.
Her bare feet stepped on the wooden floor, each step as slow as a slow-motion shot in a movie.
The bedroom was more spacious than she imagined; everything was in its proper place, neither more nor less.
A large bed was against the wall, with dark sheets, a light gray comforter, and only one pillow.
By the window was a computer desk with a monitor, a full keyboard, a mouse, and a half-drunk bottle of water.
Next to the desk stood a wardrobe, dark wood, with its doors tightly shut.
At the foot of the bed was an office chair with a jacket draped over the back.
Simple, clean, very much his style.
Lin Du lay on his side with his back to her, the blanket pulled up to his shoulders, sleeping very still.
His breathing was steady; moonlight fell on the back of his head, his hair spread out on the pillow, with a few strands sticking up like unruly grass.
White Li smiled slightly; such a scene was rare.
Although she really wanted to take a picture with her phone, she was afraid of waking him up.
Forget it, business first.
She lowered her head, got on all fours, palms on the wooden floor.
Knees on the floor, soles flat, she let her tail lift gently behind her to maintain balance.
Like a real fox, she moved silently through the room.
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