To at least somewhat make up for her guilt about using him.
Zhou Wan thought that given Lu Xixiao’s personality, if they got together and she achieved her revenge against Guo Xiangling, it wouldn’t be long before Lu Xixiao grew tired of her. So at least before that timeline, she could be good to him.
Having secretly made up her mind, she lowered her eyelashes and opened her phone to see Lu Xixiao’s black profile picture in the Moments feed – he rarely posted anything.
Zhou Wan froze for a moment, then opened it.
Suddenly, her eyes widened slightly.
He had posted a photo of her.
In the photo, she was wearing a yellow helmet with an antenna on top.
Around her was an empty street, with the red light counting down.
After staring for a while, Zhou Wan liked the post.
*
When Lu Xixiao woke up, the room was pitch black.
He looked at the clock – eleven in the morning.
The curtains were drawn, and it was raining outside, gloomy and dark.
As he sat up, his head felt heavy, his nose was stuffed, and his throat was dry. He frowned as he reached for water by the bed and took a drink, but it didn’t help.
Probably caught a cold last night.
He coughed with a congested throat and went to the bathroom to shower and wash his face.
Coming out with just a towel around his waist, his upper body bare, showing clear muscle definition, sharp hip lines, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist – the standard of a good physique, a natural clothes hanger.
Lu Xixiao, letting water droplets remain unwiped on his body, bent down to pick up his phone.
He hadn’t looked at that Moments post since posting it yesterday.
He didn’t know why he posted it, just thought it was interesting, so he did.
Now there were many comments and likes.
The content was mostly shock and teasing – he had never posted about any girl before.
Lu Xixiao scanned roughly, his gaze stopping on one name in the likes – Zhou Wan.
She liked it too.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth and clicked on her name to send a message: What are you doing?
Zhou Wan didn’t reply immediately, so Lu Xixiao tossed his phone aside and went back to sleep.
*
During the noon self-study, Zhou Wan finished the homework from all four-morning classes. With fifteen minutes left, everyone in the classroom was sleeping face-down, exceptionally quiet except for the sound of rain hitting the windowsill.
Zhou Wan took out her phone and only then saw Lu Xixiao’s message from an hour and a half ago.
[6: What are you doing?]
Her fingers paused, then replied: [Doing homework.]
A moment later, she sent another message.
[Zhou Wan: You didn’t come to school today?]
Five minutes later, Lu Xixiao replied.
[6: Sick.]
[Zhou Wan: What’s wrong?]
[6: Cold, probably.]
Zhou Wan thought of the hoodie.
Yesterday her mood had been so bad, that she hadn’t considered whether Lu Xixiao might catch a cold after giving her his clothes.
[Zhou Wan: Have you taken medicine?]
[6: No.]
[Zhou Wan: Do you have any at home?]
[6: Don’t know.]
Zhou Wan typed: Then order some cold medicine through delivery.
She paused, deleted it, and typed again.
[Zhou Wan: Then I’ll help you order medicine, and have it delivered to your home.]
[6: Don’t.]
[6: Too lazy to get up and open the door.]
“…”
He was just like a stubborn child who didn’t want to take medicine and wouldn’t cooperate.