🤟🏻🌸😋🏜️🤟🏻🌸😣💧👆🏻🌸🥵🌧️🖕🏻🌸😇🌊🧻🤲🩲  
Uh…  
Good thing I don’t have to wash the bedsheets again.  
The girl sighed in relief.  

Another day after “Day 0.”  
Hua Xin wiped her hand disdainfully, tossed a dumpling into the air with a perfect arc, and watched it land squarely in the trash bin. Then she flopped onto her bed, sprawling out like a starfish.  

Only during this brief post-climax “sage mode” could she truly calm her mind.  
Her wrist ached faintly.  
Her brain was utterly blank as she stared dazedly at the ceiling.  

Because it was so hot, she’d opened the window for the first time in ages. The pre-dawn breeze felt refreshingly cool.  
“We’re going home.”  

As the wind brushed against her bare skin through the open window, Hua Xin’s mind involuntarily replayed Xia Yan’s words beside the motorcycle earlier that night.  

The entire ride back had left her head spinning—she still couldn’t process why things hadn’t unfolded according to the script.  
What even was that supposed to mean?  

Wasn’t Lin Qingyu supposed to be working with him? Weren’t their synchronized appearances tonight part of some carefully laid trap? 🤔  
Or…  

Hua Xin’s eyes narrowed sharply. She suddenly rolled over and began furiously punching her innocent “Erzi Game” body pillow (Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora! 👊🏻👊🏻…), as if the cute plush wife were Xia Yan himself.  

Heh heh—heh! Now I get it!!  

She sat upright, eyes gleaming with newfound insight.  
They were putting on a show—for her!  

Shanghai is massive! How could Xia Yan possibly have coincidentally taken her to the Bund, and then just happened to bump into Lin Qingyu jogging there?  

“Late-night snacks,” my ass…  
They were probably whispering to each other the whole time: “Not the right moment yet…” 😡  

Those two damn eighth notes were trying to lull her into a false sense of security, hoping to inch closer to her under the guise of “cheering him on at the welcome party”—luring her into a crowded place…  
…only to finally reveal the truth and laugh at her cruelly. 😰  

Hua Xin let out a cold snort.  
The same trick won’t work on me twice.  

Just wait—she’d turn the tables on them soon enough!  

“Ah—!”  
A sudden movement sent a sharp twinge through her ankle, jolting her memory.  

Ohhh shiiit!  
Right! Time to cash in those coins! 😋  

Hua Xin suddenly remembered something crucial and eagerly grabbed her phone.  
Her icy suspicion melted away, replaced by the mischievous glee of someone about to pull off a clever little scheme. A sly smile crept across her face.  

Hehehe… Sorry, old buddy—you’ve served me faithfully for five years… but it’s time for you to retire honorably into a shoebox. I won’t let you suffer the elements out there. 🥺  

But just as she was about to send her message (“Send money send money send money send money”), she abruptly deleted it.  

…Wouldn’t that be too blunt? 🤔  

If she scrolled back through their chat history, aside from demanding his gold coins and occasionally calling him a pervert, she’d only ever sent him three leg pics…  

Eh! 😉👆🏻 Better check Xiao Hongshu (Little Red Book) for tips!  
This definitely wasn’t the kind of thing you learned on Tieba.  

Lying facedown on her bed, chin resting on her pillow, Hua Xin intently searched: “How to get your online boyfriend to spend money on you.”  

“1. There’s no such thing as a man who won’t spend a single cent—only honest guys who’ve been scammed too many times…”  
“4. Sisters who care about money should understand reciprocity. Love isn’t one-sided. If he treats you to dinner, you can buy him coffee. If he gifts you something, prepare a little token for him too…”  

Hua Xin murmured the last line softly, her eyes thoughtful: “Turning money into an expression of love strengthens your relationship—instead of making him spend while also getting treated poorly…”  

Wait… what?! 😨  
Since when did the girls on Little Red Book get so… reasonable?  
Is this even the right app? Did I accidentally open Zhihu or something?  

…But honestly, it makes sense.  
If she wanted sustainable, long-term milking—er, strategic resource extraction—she’d need to give him some incentive too. Otherwise, how would he stay motivated to grind for cash?  

Besides, it’s all online anyway. They’d never meet in real life. Absolutely no chance of an IRL meetup! 😡  

For the sake of new shoes… selling a tiny bit of my soul once in a while isn’t the end of the world… (though she felt a pang of guilt).  

Sigh…  
Hua Xin exhaled softly.  
It’s just online scamming. Just online scamming. It’s fine. This is all for the greater good—building a brighter tomorrow for Weiling (an incomprehensible garble;IXs[anLiuZhou...).  

She pressed the voice-message button, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she whispered: ▶️|ııı|ıı|||5″ (“Bǎo bèi… I want to buy something…”)—then immediately buried her face in the blanket, letting out a muffled squeal.  

(Oh no oh no oh no oh no😭😭…)  
(My soul is tainted now😭… Pour me another drink—I’ll sing loud with my best friends, best friends forever…)  
(Is that… enough?🤧…)  

Maybe she should…  

After a moment of chaotic hesitation, Hua Xin sat up on the edge of the bed, hands trembling slightly as she aimed her phone screen toward herself.  

“Click.”  

“Buzz buzz.” Even at 2 a.m., he replied instantly.  

Her sugar daddy: “Wifeyyy, you finally called me cutie 😭🥵”  
“QQ Wallet notification: ¥200 received 🥰🥰”  

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Meanwhile, Xia Yan lay on his bed wearing shorts, volume maxed out, listening word-for-word to her voice note. That opening “bǎo bèi” came out soft, sweet, and adorably timid—the rest of her sentence was clear but punctuated by slight pauses, radiating unmistakable shyness and nervous tension. Clearly, this was her first time using such an intimate pet name…  

If only he could pin her wrist down on the pillow with one hand while running on the treadmill, lean close to her ear 👂🏻, and whisper: “Call me ‘Daddy’—or I’ll steamroll you!” …then keep running, watching her expression melt into that deliciously flustered, slack-jawed look before pouring hot water into the kettle… 😋  

😨!  
“Slap!”  
Xia Yan smacked his own thigh hard, trying to snap himself out of it. He took slow, deep breaths. His “little brother” was, once again, full of energy.  

His handsome face twisted into an expression resembling someone who’d just eaten leftover rice stir-fried with spicy sauce and thirteen-spice chicken ribs. He swallowed hard.  

What’s wrong with me? 🤔  
Is Day 901 hitting this hard??  
Could it be… sexual repression? 😰  

“Buzz buzz.”  
She’d sent another photo.  

He saved it immediately—encrypted, archived to a hidden folder, backed up to the cloud, and favorited on QQ.  

Then he analyzed the key elements: long hair 😍, big chest 🥰, and judging by the outfit… Xia Yan zoomed in with both hands, squinting in the dim night light.  

She likes wearing shorts. 🥵  

And that familiar peace sign ✌🏻.  

Combined with that “bǎo bèi,” Xia Yan found himself reciting the “Qingxin Mantra” (Clear-Mind Spell) again.  

Though her face wasn’t shown… she had to be better-looking than Lin Qingyu, right? And her figure absolutely crushed hers—that jelly-like bounce was at least a solid D-cup. 🥵  

He glanced at his bulge and decided to mentally delete the entire scene from his brain.  

Speaking of Lin Qingyu…  
Xia Yan’s brow furrowed.  

How could it be such a coincidence? If Lin Qingyu really had a habit of night jogging, it would’ve blown up on the school forums ages ago…  

Which means… there’s a mole among us.  

Xia Yan got up thoughtfully, picked up a dumbbell, and muttered under his breath:  
“Isn’t that right… Xiang Guan? 😈😈😈”