Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“But I won’t just turn against her openly, or offend her. If I did, I wouldn’t even get to play a minor role in the musical.” Yan Su lowered her voice and said, “You’re Nian Junting’s girlfriend now. His mother has been helping Ye Chuen. Would you put him and his mother in a difficult position? Besides, your relationship started just recently. After all, we’re both nobodies.”

“I mean, if she’s really your friend, she’ll understand your difficulties and share the opportunity with you…” said Luosang.

“I was never meant to become real friends with her.” Yan Su shrugged and said, “You think the others in our department are happy with that? No one is. And yet, everyone who’s invited to her birthday party will attend that party. I heard that quite a few senior students in our school who have started working on films and TV shows will all attend, including Chi Shengxu.”

Luosang sighed, feeling anxious for Yan Su.

“Don’t worry. There’ll be a large singing talent show in Hang Zhou next year. I plan to sign up for it.” Yan Su stayed silent for a few seconds, then continued, “And I’ll move out next year. I want to rent a flat outside the school, but I need a flatmate to share the rent. I can’t afford an entire flat…”

“We can share,” Luosang held her hand and laughed. “I have the same plan, but I can’t afford an entire flat either.”

Yan Su chuckled and said, “Are you sure Mr. Nian won’t invite you to live with him?”

Luosang blushed. The first day she became his girlfriend, he wanted to bring her back to Tianhu Villa. She felt it was quite possible for Nian Junting to invite her to live together with him.

“I won’t live with any man before marriage,” she said.

“You’re right. Girls need to know how to look after themselves,” responded Yan Su.

…

The next day, the three dresses ordered by Ye Chuen were delivered to the dorm. While trying on the dresses, Luosang got a call from Nian Junting.

“What are you doing? I’ve peeled ten bowls of grape and grapefruit. I’ve kissed you once this morning, so you now owe me nineteen French kisses,” Hearing Nian Junting’s happy voice, Luosang felt her scalp go numb.

She shouldn’t have come up with the idea at first place. She intended to teach him a lesson with it, but as a result, she taught herself a lesson, while Nian Junting seemed to be enjoying this game.

Luosang didn’t say anything.

“Hello? You can’t swallow your words.” After three seconds of silence, Nian Junting complained, “Because of what you have required, my fingers hurt now.”

“Alright, you can stop peeling fruits. I’ve canceled that rule,” said Luosang in a weak voice.

“You have?” Nian Junting was immediately thrilled. “So I can kiss you whenever and wherever I want? I can kiss you twenty, no, thirty times a day. Great! You should have done this long ago.”

Luosang had an impulse to bite off her own tongue.

She wasn’t alone in the dorm room, so she didn’t want to talk too much about French kissing him over the phone.

“What are you doing? Are you preparing the play?” he asked.

“No. I’m trying on a dress. Tomorrow is Chuen’s birthday. She sent us each a dress for the party, so I’m trying it now,” said Luosang.

“Yeah? Take a picture of you in the dress and send it to me,” said Nian Junting excitedly.

Luosang walked outside and said in a low voice that only Nian Junting and herself could hear, “You’ll be seeing me in it tomorrow.”