Is my roommate a caged bird? I'm stealing her away.

After typing the last few words, Wu Yang sent the message, then slowly turned off the screen and turned his head away.

Zhao Wenwen was very close to him, close enough to see the curve of his eyelashes and the half-smile on his lips.

His gaze first fell on Zhao Wenwen's smiling face, lingering for two seconds. His eyes were deep, making Zhao Wenwen's heart skip a beat, and the words she had prepared suddenly caught in her throat.

Then, as if remembering something, he glanced past Zhao Wenwen and at Su Na, who was too nervous to look up, without any expression.

He turned back to look at Zhao Wenwen, the smile on his lips seeming to deepen. He unlocked his phone, pulled up a QR code, and handed it to Zhao Wenwen.

Zhao Wenwen was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out her phone to scan the code. Her heart was beating a little fast.

Zhao Wenwen quickly adapted, while Su Na remained a little reserved. Suddenly, someone in the booth suggested playing a simple dice game. The loser had to play a dare.

The first three or four rounds weren't very fun. It wasn't until the sixth round that Su Na lost and was challenged to a dare, which involved feeding Wu Yang the wine she had drunk herself.

Suna's face instantly turned red, and she was at a loss. Her hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly as she looked at Zhao Wenwen for help.

Zhao Wenwen suppressed a laugh and nudged her, "Go on, a bet's a bet!"

Su Na bit her lip, steeled herself, and carried the glass of wine she had drunk from to Wu Yang.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at him, her voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the music: "...Please, please have a sip..."

Wu Yang looked up at the girl in front of him, whose ears were flushed red. The people around them were making a fuss and watching the spectacle.

He didn't move immediately, just stared at her for a few seconds. Just as Su Na was about to burst into tears of embarrassment.

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his head, and, with her trembling hand, took a small sip from the rim of the glass. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his profile appeared exceptionally refined under the light.

He raised his hand and casually rubbed the corner of his lips with the back of his finger. His gaze fell on Su Na's face, which was burning with rage.

He gave a slight smile, his voice low, just loud enough for those nearby to hear, with a touch of lazy magnetism:

"The wine is very sweet."

These words, like a feather, sent a shiver down Suna's spine, and she almost dropped the wine glass in her hand.

A pleasant atmosphere began, and half an hour later, the two girls politely left after having a drink because they had something to do.

As soon as they left, one of Wu Yang's female friends in the booth pouted, looking unhappy.

Seeing this, another male friend nudged her with his elbow and chuckled softly, "What? Are you really jealous? Don't you know what kind of person Yang Ge is?"

Wu Yang ignored them and got up to go to the restroom.

The corridor was relatively quiet. Zhao Wenwen, who had left earlier, had followed him and they bumped into each other at the corner.

She leaned against the wall, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, her tone deliberately provocative: "You've already forgotten me?"

Wu Yang stopped and looked at her, his face showing no surprise.

He took a step forward, instantly closing the distance and trapping her between himself and the wall. A faint scent of tobacco emanated from him.

Zhao Wenwen's breath hitched, and her cheeks flushed.

Wu Yang lowered his head, looked at the blush rising on her face, and smiled roguishly.

Then, he turned his head and lightly, briefly pressed his lips to her cheek. A fleeting touch.

Zhao Wenwen froze, her ears turning bright red.

Wu Yang had already straightened up and distanced himself, as if his ambiguous gesture just now was just a casual act.

He glanced at her, his eyes still holding that nonchalant smile, said nothing, and turned to enter the men's restroom.

She was left standing alone in the corridor, her heart pounding and her face burning hot.

---

The villa's living room was piled high with shopping bags. Zhou Suisui sat cross-legged on the carpet, hanging her newly bought clothes one by one into the walk-in closet.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Liu Weiwei: "[The class reunion is confirmed for Wednesday night! It's at the Grand Hyatt Hotel; I heard Wang Jiaqi's boyfriend booked a private room.]"

Then another message followed: [By the way, what's your plan for Chen Boxu on Wednesday? What time did you two meet? If it's too late, I'll cancel it for you?]

Looking at the screen, Zhou Suisui couldn't help but smile, recalling Liu Weiwei's excited expression when she talked about the class reunion.

She replied: [It's 8 PM for Chen Boxu. What time does the party start?]

Liu Weiwei replied instantly: [5:30, no problem. This is like a godsend!]

Zhou Suisui put her phone aside and continued tidying up.

After a while, she got up and went to the bathroom to remove her makeup, then sat down at her desk, turned on her computer, and prepared the materials she would need for work the next day.

At exactly 9 p.m., my phone screen suddenly lit up with a WeChat voice message from Wu Yang.

Zhou Suisui was stunned for a moment. She looked at the name flashing on the screen, hesitated for a few seconds, then picked up her phone and went to the living room balcony to answer it.

"Feed?" she asked softly.

The background noise on the other end of the phone was very quiet, with a faint rustling sound like fabric rubbing together, but it quickly disappeared.

"What are you doing?" Wu Yang's voice came, lower than usual, with a lazy hoarseness, as if he had just woken up.

"I'm packing my things," Zhou Suisui said honestly. "What about you?"

"Miss you."

He spoke the two words naturally, with the last syllable slightly drawn out, as if hooked.

Damn! He's acting horny in the middle of the night.

Zhou Suisui's ears burned, and she subconsciously retorted, "...Don't give me that."

Wu Yang chuckled softly, the sound coming through the receiver and making her eardrums tingle slightly.

"Really," he said, his tone sounding very sincere. "You can hear it for yourself."

Suddenly, a very light thud, like something being knocked over, came from the other end of the phone, followed by a very suppressed groan from a woman.

Damn! She's an idiot, she's the one being horny... She's a woman, isn't she? He wouldn't have any weird fetishes, would he? She didn't want to hear it.

Zhou Suisui was getting a little impatient: "...Do you have someone over there?"

"Yes," Wu Yang replied frankly, "a friend."

Zhou Suisui pursed her lips and didn't reply.

"Are you jealous?" Wu Yang asked, his voice clearly teasing.

"No," Zhou Suisui immediately denied, her tone a little harsh. "What do you want from me?"

"Two things." Wu Yang seemed to adjust his posture, making the background noise quieter. "First, Cloud Realm officially opens next Saturday. Are you coming?"

Zhou Suisui remembered Su Wei's request and paused, then said, "...Go."

"Second," Wu Yang's voice grew closer, as if whispering in her ear, "what color were you wearing that day?"

Zhou Suisui was taken aback by his question: "...Why are you asking that?"

"Just curious," Wu Yang said casually. "Can't I ask?"

"...Blue, I guess," Zhou Suisui replied casually. She had just bought a new hazy blue dress, and the cut was excellent.

"What a coincidence," Wu Yang chuckled, "I was also planning to wear blue."