C8 Chapter 8

“Y-You… what are you trying to do?”

Warm breath brushed her ear as a smooth, magnetic voice murmured, “Zimu, I want to taste you. All the fabric on you… it’s just… extra…”

Bang…

In an instant, it was like something burst into bloom in the dark. Yang Zimu froze in place, her face burning and her heart pounding out of control.

If this guy didn’t look like a clueless idiot with a wild lion’s mane, she might’ve actually gotten swept up in it.

“Y-You… you’re talking nonsense!”

It took a long moment for Yang Zimu to snap back. She shoved Gu Yanjue away, pressed a hand to her scorching face, and bolted for the door.

A large hand clamped around her wrist, yanking her back and tossing her onto the bed. His tall, solid body came down over her as he pouted, “Zimu… you promised. You said I could eat… I want to… I’m really hungry…”

He was pouting?!

He had the nerve to pout?!

Yang Zimu’s eyes flew wide. She drove her knee up, kicking him hard between the legs, then flipped to the other end of the bed in one swift move—snatching a pillow and hurling it at him.

“You really think I won’t hit you?”

Yang Zimu was furious, teeth clenched, and she didn’t hold back at all.

Gu Yanjue immediately clamped his legs together, wobbling as he stood there and let her pummel him with the pillow. When she’d hit him enough, he hugged the pillow and started to whimper, “Zimu… you’re bullying me… sniff… sniff…”

“You’re only doing this because you know I like you… and I wouldn’t actually hurt you, so you’re just being reckless and picking on me!”

“I… I…” Yang Zimu trembled all over, veins bulging at her temple, fists clenched so tight her knuckles cracked. “I… you… like hell I’d ever like you…”

Her expression shifted like a mood ring. One hand pressed to her heaving chest, she stalked around the bed and out the door. “Hah… I’m so mad. No, no… I need to get out for a bit.”

“Zimu, you and him…” Huang Canxin’s eyes were wide with curiosity, her cheeks flushed as she pointed at the messy room. “You and him? Did you, you know… do it?”

Smack!

Zimu bared her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut as she slapped Huang Canxin on the forehead. “Say one more word and I’ll lock you in there.” As she spoke, her gaze flicked toward Gu Yanjue’s room.

Huang Canxin immediately sulked off and went back to shoveling down her food.

Xiaoli pressed her lips into a small smile. “Maybe something set him off. He’ll probably be fine after a while. Zimu, just hang in there, okay?”

Zimu had no idea what happened. When Gu Yanjue first moved in, both Xiaoli and Huang Canxin were against it too—but somehow, starting from some random day, the two of them had completely switched sides and were basically Team Gu Yanjue now!

Zimu strongly insisted Gu Yanjue move out, but those two girls voted her down.

She looked like her soul had left her body. With a listless grunt, she headed out the door.

Ding—

A few minutes later, the elevator arrived on the 24th floor. The doors opened, and Zimu stepped in slowly, arms crossed.

She needed to find a new apartment—fast.

Living with a bunch of absolute liabilities, she couldn’t even sleep peacefully.

Every night before bed, she had to check that the windows were shut and the door was locked tight before she dared to lie down, but… Gu Yanjue could still get in!

And every time she woke up in the middle of the night, there he’d be—this lion-maned guy sitting by her bed, staring at her with a blazing look in his eyes!

“Zimu!”

At the very last second before the elevator doors closed, a dark figure charged in and slammed into her, tackling her right onto the elevator floor.

In that split second, Zimu honestly thought her back was going to snap—and her chest, too. It hurt. It really hurt!