My roommate's online boyfriend won't spend any coins, but he'll give me tons of gold

Meng Qichuan straightened up, raised his right hand, and used his fingertips to wipe the corner of his lips. His long, slender knuckles brushed against the lip line, a stark contrast to his usual conservative and abstinent appearance.

This seemingly simple gesture inexplicably exudes a strong alluring charm.

But his face remained expressionless, his demeanor calm.

It was as if he hadn't done that crazy thing.

Zhou Yuanyuan lay on the bed, her face flushed, her gaze darting away, unable to look at him. Her heart was still pounding, and her body still felt like it was out of her control.

The ultimate sensation.

She felt dizzy and thought she was about to faint.

Meng Qichuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the now calm girl. Her peach blossom eyes were moist, and there were glistening tear tracks at the corners of her eyes. The teardrops did not roll down, but just hung on the tips of her eyelashes, trembling gently with her breath.

Zhou Yuanyuan lay quietly, not making a fuss about finding a man, nor struggling anymore, as if she had exhausted all her strength and was behaving herself.

Meng Qichuan turned around and went to the restroom.

When he came out, the ends of his hair were completely wet, and he stood silently by the bed.

The person on the bed was breathing steadily and had fallen asleep.

She didn't even change her posture.

When Zhou Yuanyuan woke up the next day, it was already late.

She woke up in Meng Qichuan's bed. There was no one next to her, and there were no signs of collapse, which meant that she had slept in this bed by herself last night.

I sat up in bed.

The aunt knocked on the door: "Miss Zhou, I've left your clothes outside."

Zhou Yuanyuan got up to get her clothes, but didn't leave them in the bedroom. She went to the guest room next door to change, and there were no signs that anyone had slept on the bed in the guest room.

Where did Meng Qichuan sleep last night?

she does not know.

I changed my clothes and went downstairs.

Zhou Yuanyuan asked her aunt.

The aunt said that Meng Qichuan had left a long time ago, and he was already gone when she arrived. He had just sent her a message in advance, asking her to prepare a set of clothes and come over on time to make breakfast.

Breakfast has been made.

But it was almost noon by then.

Zhou Yuanyuan looked at the freshly heated breakfast on the table, but had no appetite.

He picked up his bag and was about to leave.

"I'm not eating. I have class this afternoon, so I'm leaving now."

The aunt packed a bag of steamed buns for her to eat on the way.

Zhou Yuanyuan hasn't been to class for a long time.

Shen Sui'an was happy to see her, and during the break, she specially came over and asked, "Yuanyuan, how are you? How are you?"

This is asking about her and Meng Qichuan's recent situation.

Zhou Yuanyuan paused in her drinking, pursed her lips, and said, "He probably really doesn't like me."

Even after what happened to her last night, he was able to resist touching her.

Shen Sui'an sighed: "So what do you plan to do?"

Zhou Yuanyuan shook her head: "I don't know."

Saying "give up" is not an easy thing to do; someone you've liked for so many years isn't so easy to give up on. But if she doesn't give up, she no longer has the courage to approach him again.

Last night had exhausted all her courage.

She lost all her dignity and self-respect, but still couldn't get the result she wanted.

What's the point of persisting?

Zhou Yuanyuan gave a wry smile.

The break time is over.

The teacher came over and continued the lesson.

Shen Sui'an stood up first, and pulled Zhou Yuanyuan up with her, "Stop thinking about it, class is starting."

After finishing dance class.

Chen Zhi was also waiting for her downstairs.

"Second child~"

Zhou Yuanyuan watched as Shen Sui'an threw herself into the man's arms. Chen Zhi also put his arm around her waist, looked down at her, and seemed to have only the person in his arms in his eyes and heart.

"Shall I take you out to eat?"

With heavy schoolwork, Shen Suian has been indulging herself lately, eating delicious food outside every day.

Shen Sui'an nodded vigorously: "Mmm-hmm."

She turned around and called out, "Yuanyuan, want to come along?"

Zhou Yuanyuan glanced at Chen Zhiye, who was clearly displeased, and shook her head. "No, I'm going back to my dorm."

It's not good for her to disturb their time together.

Shen Sui'an: "Okay then, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Chen Zhiye left with Shen Sui'an.

Zhou Yuanyuan carried her bag back to her dormitory. She stopped going out to nightclubs and hanging out with her bad friends, and started to return to campus life, attending classes and leaving get out of class obediently.

Dance peacefully.

Although I'm not very talented, I've worked very hard.

The teachers breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

As long as they don't go out and cause trouble, it's fine.

Even when she went out, Zhou Yuanyuan knew what she was doing. The people she had associated with before might seem unreliable, but they were actually quite nice. The one she went to the hotel with was actually a girl with androgynous attire.

Zhou Jianchang breathed a sigh of relief after learning about the situation from his teacher.

He made a special call to thank Meng Qichuan.

"Qi Chuan, the school teacher said that Yuan Yuan has resumed attending classes normally."

Meng Qichuan sat upright at his desk, his dark-colored formal shirt neatly tailored and buttoned up tightly. His features were cool and dignified, and his suit was impeccably worn. Even without any deliberate dressing up, he exuded a restrained and ascetic aura.

Calm and composed, showing no sign of slackness.

He was looking down intently, his fingers gripping a pen, listening to the words coming from the receiver.

"As expected, you have a way with things; no one in our family could persuade you otherwise."

Meng Qichuan paused slightly as the image of the near-out-of-control incident from that night flashed through his mind.

His intense, almost frantic behavior, bordering on madness, was completely at odds with his upright and self-possessed demeanor.

His mood was slightly somber, devoid of any extra emotion; he simply responded with a curt "Mm."

"What method did you use to control it?"

Zhou Jianchang smiled and pressed on, "This child has been stubborn since she was little. Her mother and I feel guilty towards her, so we can't really discipline her. Tell me about it, and teach me a couple of tricks."

Meng Qichuan was speechless for a moment.

He lightly touched the paper with his fingertips, remaining silent.

The effects of the drug that night, her stubbornness, her ravings, her warm breath against my skin, her fragile composure—none of these could be told to outsiders.

The man raised his hand to unbutton the buttons around his neck, then, feeling it wasn't enough, tugged at his tight tie.

He hadn't thought of a reply yet.

Fortunately, Zhou Jianchang wasn't really asking him to teach her. He sighed and said, "Forget it, that girl has been harboring resentment towards us since childhood, and it can't be easily resolved."

"She's always been following you around since she was little. When you went to school, she would bring a stool and sit at the door waiting for you. No matter who tried to persuade her, she wouldn't listen and insisted on waiting for you to come back."

Listening to the gentle and trusting words coming through the receiver.

Meng Qichuan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a dark glint flashed in his eyes that went unnoticed.

He might have to abandon his humanity; he'll have to betray Zhou Jianchang's trust.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Okay, that's all for now. Next up is about Sui Bao and Xiao Chen.

Zhou Yuanyuan and Meng Qichuan will be briefly mentioned in later side stories, and will not be described in detail.