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Love Under the White Moonlight
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As for Zhou Ziyan, she was taking selfies with my blanket. Inside my blanket, a snow-white kitten was elegantly licking its paws, squinting at the three fools as if to say, "Big silly baby." I stood at the door, completely at a loss.
Family, my mother tongue is silence. I just don't understand, really don't understand. A normal person would think, upon discovering their roommate missing and a cat sleeping in their blanket, "Did my roommate turn into a cat?" And what’s with the selfies? What does "kiss it" even mean?
Ugh, no! Put down the toilet plunger! Dong Jiaqi!
After a chaotic flurry of events, I finally carried the white moonlight out of room 206 and returned it to Qi Chen.
"Uh... I'm really sorry, I didn't expect this to happen," I said awkwardly, twisting my fingers and sincerely apologizing. Qi Chen was calming the startled white moonlight while looking at me with an emotionless gaze that made me uneasy.
"I promise I won't make silly wishes on shooting stars anymore. Really, believe me."
"Mm."
Qi Chen finally responded.
"And... I'll wash your clothes and send them back to you," I added.
"No need."
After retrieving the white moonlight, Qi Chen seemed much calmer and even asked me with concern, "Hurry to class; don't be late."
I was taken aback for a moment and nodded absentmindedly. Then I stood there dazed as Qi Chen left with the white moonlight.
Oh no, my heart hurts so much.
"Man, why did you stop being sharp-tongued at the last moment?"
You were so gentle and charming that it made it hard for me to delete you from my friends list.
As I felt my heart breaking, I took out my phone and silently removed Qi Chen from WeChat.
Don’t ask why; just know that I wanted to say goodbye to this embarrassing chapter of my life once and for all.
I thought that would be the end of it.
That night, as I lay in bed, I mourned the loss of my first unrequited crush.
But unexpectedly, when I closed my eyes and then opened them again, there he was—his finely chiseled jawline adorned with a hint of stubble.
I couldn’t help but move my hand; the sensation… warm, firm, possibly… a chest muscle?
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