The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

Yu Lian lay on her side with tears in her eyes, a small patch of the pillow beneath her was soaked with tears.

The headphones played carefully selected sad songs to create an atmosphere. She listened until she was heartbroken. Yu Lian cried very quietly; even her sobs were only soft sounds when she was truly struggling to breathe.

She was used to crying in secret. Her few acts of strength were reflected in this; she had always endured being beaten and scolded by her parents since she was a child, crying secretly behind closed doors, not wanting to expose her vulnerability.

But things are a little different now. Now I want to find a husband.

She wanted to cry and confide in her husband. She's the kind of person who gets incredibly upset over the smallest things; she found a husband just for those kinds of moments.

When I opened my phone, the unread messages from Pei Shaoyuan's alternate account, which he had created specifically to flirt, were still logged in.

Y: Try calling someone by the wrong name.

Y: You probably don't want to get to know it any better.

Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Pei Shaoyuan.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: I want to cry."

On the other end of the phone, Pei Shaoyuan hadn't even managed a smile when he saw his own name when the next sentence made him tense up. His fingers tightened around the phone, drawing clear blue veins through his thin skin.

A child who says they need to pee has usually already done so. Similarly, if Yu Lian says she wants to cry, she's definitely already cried. Normally, she'd make a huge scene over the smallest grievance, but now she only sends three words.

I haven't seen him for more than ten minutes, who has bullied him this time?

Furious and heartbroken, he dialed the number, but the long, drawn-out dial tone felt like sandpaper rubbing against his nerves. Unable to wait for the call to connect, he impatiently raised his hand, brushing the gray hair from his forehead to reveal his eyebrows and eyes.

A layer of gloom obscure the bottom of his eyes, preventing light from getting in.

"Y: Answer the phone."

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Y: What's wrong? What were you doing just now? Why couldn't you answer the phone? You lied to me and said you were sleeping, but you didn't sleep and made yourself cry, didn't you?

Y: Where are you? Wherever you are, stay put, I'm coming over now.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: In Honor of Kings..."

…It was caused by the game.

He felt a little relieved. Seeing her hesitant and stammering, Pei Shaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief and patiently waited for her to continue.

His face remained gloomy, his tongue fidgeting restlessly between his teeth, unconsciously imagining what kind of grievances she might suffer while playing a low-ranking game.

Was it because they were killed too many times, lost too many times, or were they being scolded?

My head was throbbing with a jumble of random suspicions and antisocial thoughts that wanted to kill.

Yu Lian was prone to crying, and he had made her cry before. But seeing her cry from his kiss was different from seeing her cry from being bullied by others; the former hurt her deeply, the latter pained her heart.

Of course, if she were kissed by someone else and cried, it wouldn't just be a matter of where it hurts; they would all die. One would be killed by a knife, another by sex, and the other would die from exhaustion.

Y: Hmm. What's wrong with Honor of Kings? Tell me.

I urged them to send it, but still received no reply.

Perhaps someone hasn't figured out how to embellish the narrative yet. The only thing she could keep hidden like this is something involving other men.

It was a man, another man, and what might have made her cry wasn't even the game, but that man.

Pei Shaoyuan hadn't even received the answer yet, and his mere speculation was already infuriating. Unable to wait any longer, his anger flared, he finally couldn't resist asking.

"Y: Who do you play King of Glory with? Male or female?"

Xiao Lian's inner monologue: A woman.

That was a remarkably quick reply. Pei Shaoyuan wanted to sneer at those two words; he had never seen Yu Lian have any female friends.

Y: Is it a woman or a man?

"Y: You cried because another man made you cry, right?"

There was a moment of silence over there.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: I've been crying so much I can't even see the screen clearly, and now you're interrogating me like this?"

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: I can't live anymore, I'm going to the balcony now."

Pei Shaoyuan was so frightened that his eyes became clear.

Even though I know she's making a fuss, I still don't want her to be so outspoken. What if she jinxes me... Stop, I can't think about it.

Y: Yu Lian, speak properly! How can you say such things so casually?

Y: What are you doing on the balcony? Come back.

Xiao Lian's inner monologue: *crying*

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: I'm lying in bed crying and my roommate is asking if I'm secretly eating jelly. I'm going to go to the balcony to cry."

Pei Shaoyuan was incredibly soft-hearted.

Y: Yeah, you can eat louder on the balcony, right? It sounds like this happened because the cafeteria was closed.

Y: Listen to me, come back.

"Y: What's wrong with hiding on the balcony and crying? Is your husband dead? Go get dressed now, I'll take you out to play, do you want to?"

Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Yes

Yu Lian wiped away her tears, tiptoed out of bed to change her clothes, her heart pounding a little. She had indeed fantasized about this scene, but only during the particularly oppressive evening self-study session in high school. Everyone else was studying and doing their homework, while she was alone, leaning against the windowsill watching the road outside the school, with the occasional car passing by under the sparse streetlights.

She thought to herself, "I wish that car was there to pick me up."

There really is a car now.

The dormitory lights were still on, and Shi Xu and Gu Yitong were still sitting downstairs. Yu Lian didn't change clothes behind anyone's back; she tore off her nightgown, leaving her in only an apricot-colored set of underwear, the delicate straps hanging down, the dormitory's incandescent light illuminating her soft and beautiful curves.

Most of the people in the dormitory have some muscle. Shi Xu carries a very heavy musical instrument every day, Gu Yitong practices dancing, and even the pampered Bai Jiayin does yoga and Pilates every day.

Yu Lian, a complete couch potato, has been eating well these past few days, and her face and belly have become rounder. Soft flesh piles up around her waistline, and if you pinch it, your hands would be overflowing with it. Her long, thick, black hair cascades down in curls, and her body is white and soft, like a person made of cotton.

Shi Xu's gaze lingered on Yu Lian's eyelids, the thin pink hue standing out clearly against her fair skin: "What's wrong, Xiao Lian? Are you unhappy?"

Hearing Shi Xu's voice, Gu Yitong also looked over.

Yu Lian was putting on her clothes. She was in a hurry to leave, so she grabbed a decent outfit from the closet. She struggled to peek out from under the tank top, her hair a mess, but she still had time to glance at them.

Her eyelashes were curled up, and her nose, lower eyelids, and lips were all bright red. Her pupils were watery, as if there were still tears welling up inside.

"No, I'm happy. I'm going out for a bit."

Gu Yitong reached out and gently untangled Yu Lian's hair from her clothes, careful not to hurt her. "Where are you going? Curfew is coming soon."

"Um…"

A grey tank top paired with a pink knit sweater, thin and soft, clung to her skin's curves, the neckline just hitting her shoulders, revealing her delicate and beautiful collarbones. Bending down to put on her short skirt, her tone was surprisingly excited, deliberately mumbled, and deliberately mysterious.

Like a primary school student bragging to classmates that their parents have come to pick them up from school and they don't have to go to class.

"If I'm past curfew, I probably won't come back. Don't wait for me."

Gu Yitong looked at the blush on her cheeks, unsure whether it was from crying or from embarrassment, and remained silent.

Bai Jiayin, lying on the bed, sneered, "So hasty, huh? Don't forget to collect the money."

"I don't need to say anything, Gu Yitong has already taught me, right?"

Gu Yitong, whose name was called out, didn't change her expression. Yu Lian could tell what she was cursing. Today, she especially didn't want to indulge her. She picked up her small bag and walked towards the door: "If no one is paying attention to you, don't keep yelling. You found a cheating man and you're holding a grudge against the whole world."

"What did you say..." Bai Jiayin's voice rose, and the bed curtains were suddenly pulled open. Yu Lian quickly closed the door, and with a bang, her face was squeezed into a distorted piece of paper in her field of vision.