Su Han was stunned for a few seconds, seemingly not expecting to be rejected so cleanly and decisively. She responded with disappointment for a few sentences.
The interaction between the two naturally didn’t escape Xue Jing, who had been listening intently. She provided live commentary, and the group chat gossip was flying.
[No way, is he that hard to pursue? Even Su the beauty, can’t catch his eye?]
[Kind of interesting. Who’s sitting close? Can you get his WeChat for me?]
The message was from Zhou Xuyan from the neighboring dorm, sitting diagonally behind, eagerly waving at them.
Xue Jing replied: [Sui Sui is sitting close, you can ask her to help]
After sending, she nudged Shi Sui’s elbow.
“Me?” Shi Sui pointed to herself.
“Yeah, Xuanxuan wants you to help.”
“I…” Shi Sui wasn’t good at refusing people. After much consideration, she still shook her head.
Yan Tingli valued privacy the most.
If she asked, he would be unhappy.
When unhappy, he would bully her.
Seeing Shi Sui’s troubled expression and guessing she was embarrassed, Xue Jing didn’t mind: “No problem, I’ll ask later.”
Shi Sui apologetically hummed in agreement.
The class bell rang. She opened her book but couldn’t focus on a single word.
She wasn’t deliberately pretending not to know Yan Tingli in front of her roommates.
Rather, even now, she didn’t know how to define her relationship with Yan Tingli.
When they were together, they mostly did that kind of thing.
At the Yan house, when the adults weren’t there, the apartment with traffic flowing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She thought he would be as gentle and refined as his appearance suggested.
But that was only at the beginning, when he still pretended.
The real Yan Tingli was extremely domineering, very fierce, and always did things that made her cry from shame.
Lately it was getting worse. He was like an airtight net, and when they were alone, the air was thick with burning desire.
Their beginning was inexplicable.
After the high school graduation party, at the Yan house, in Yan Tingli’s room.
Mr. and Mrs. Yan weren’t there—it was all alcohol-catalyzed indulgence.
They didn’t even go all the way that night because there were no condoms.
But he bit her all over.
Shi Sui hadn’t even thought there would be a next time.
Until the next day, when Yan Tingli stopped her on the stairs: “I bought condoms.”
Shi Sui stood in place, not knowing how to react.
Yan Tingli waited a few seconds, then said directly:
“I want to make love with you. Do you want to?”
Shi Sui’s face turned red.
She stammered, “I’ll think about it,” and fled.
But that very night, she was on the third-floor staircase, kissing Yan Tingli.
Everything happened naturally.
At that time, Yan Tingli was a brilliant honor student in Shi Sui’s eyes. She couldn’t resist his natural sexual magnetism at all.
Shi Sui was very clear about the gap between them.
Yan Tingli came from a distinguished family, the pride of his parents placed high hopes on him.
While her family was ordinary, even though her father and Uncle Yan were old college friends, there was still a natural barrier between them and the Yan family.
They tacitly pretended not to be familiar. This underground relationship would end when the time came—at least Shi Sui thought so.
She had thought about actively ending it, especially under Yan Tingli’s gradually revealed bad temper.
But these subtle emotions, once they arose, could be keenly detected by Yan Tingli.
He always had ways to make her afraid to speak up.
Now, around her, Yan Tingli was gradually weaving a dense, invisible net, tightening bit by bit.
Like this “unexpected encounter” elective course.
Shi Sui was in a daze throughout this class.
When the professor randomly called on people to answer questions, she only reacted after being called twice.