Chapter 19: How do we sleep tonight ?
A Fiery Misunderstanding
“What’s that about ‘coming at me’?!”
“You see, your quick tongue betrays you!
I always knew you were a perv…”
Su Keke shielded her flushed face, fearing Lin Lu might pounce like some subway creep in a viral video.
“People change…”
Lin Lu felt his character slandered.
Sure, as a teen, curiosity drove him to be handsy with Su Keke.
But he wasn’t that naive kid anymore—judge him with fresh eyes.
Peeking through her fingers, Su Keke blinked.
“Yes, they change… into bigger perverts.”
Packing his boxers, she’d noticed their alarming bulge—proof of depravity.
Bigger meant worse, right?
It’s in the genes!
Wrongly accused, Lin Lu gave up.
“Fine, I’m a pervert.
Happy?
So, when I’m ‘in heat,’ how do I ‘come at’ you, Senior?”
“Not like that!”
Su Keke’s eyes darted, stammering.
“I mean… I’ll find you nice photos or videos.
You can… handle it in the bathroom…”
Lin Lu laughed, exasperated.
“Why not find my own?
I know my tastes better.
You think you know me?”
“I do!
You’re a sister fetishist, always chasing older girls—like me…”
Sister fetish?
Loli fetish?
Younger girl fetish?
Lin Lu didn’t know his type—exes ranged from younger to same-age.
He just liked cute, pretty girls—a simple sleaze.
“No need to remind me.
I’m not a masochist.
Why’d I seek trouble with them?
If not for this pairing, I wouldn’t even be near you.”
“Don’t say that last part!”
Su Keke pouted, glaring.
“If people hear you avoiding your girlfriend, it’ll ruin my rep!
To outsiders, say you love me, dote on me, like a real boyfriend—like before, but better.”
A Demanding Pact
Sitting on a stool, peeling off stockings and shoes, Su Keke continued her pact.
“First, text me daily—what you eat, who you’re with, send photos.
Second, don’t just text—send voice notes, video calls.
Third, report everything, especially if girls are involved…”
Lin Lu frowned.
This sounded like a real couple.
Sure, they were state-assigned, but it was a sham—fake lovers at heart.
“Wait, the relationship rules don’t mandate this stuff.”
Su Keke froze, dodging his gaze.
“What if Officer Yan checks our ‘seriousness’?
I’ll do the same for you—fair, right?”
Fair?
Lin Lu saw only hassle—daily reports, fake texts, and calls.
“But neither the rules nor Officer Yan say we need genuine feelings.
Just complete the tasks.
Even if a lie detector proves we’re faking, who cares?”
It wasn’t a loophole but humane design.
Random pairings didn’t guarantee love.
Tasks sufficed to boost marriage and birth rates.
“If everyone knows I have a boyfriend but sees you neglect me, I’ll be humiliated…”
Lin Lu opened his mouth, but her fierce glare cut him off.
“Do it!
You can’t refuse.
Your roommates might keep quiet, but I won’t.
I’ve got our old chats—my fans’ll drown you in spit if I leak them.”
“You said threatening’s no skill, like Yue Yue…”
“I’m a girl—taming you is my greatest skill~”
Why did all his exes hold his dirt?
His “handle” was too big!
“A man shouldn’t live under others’ thumbs!”
Before he finished, Su Keke stuffed her stocking in his mouth, glaring.
He shut up instantly.
A gentleman avoids danger—adapt or perish.
A Shared Space
Smirking, Su Keke dragged her white suitcase and his black one toward the bedroom.
“Help me unpack.”
One bedroom, one big wardrobe—enough for both.
“Shirts go together—yours left, mine right.
Your clothes are so old.
We’ll shop soon, or you’ll embarrass me.”
“Jackets too… pants next to my skirts…”
“Underwear too…”
In one drawer, his boxers sat right; her lacy black panties and bras, some with bows, left.
“Don’t steal my stuff for weird things!
I know every piece’s look.
If I spot odd stains or smells, I’ll bite you dead!”
She bared her tiny fangs, fierce.
Lin Lu’s mind wandered—didn’t she prefer white before?
Why black now?
Rumor said black-wearing girls were… sultry?
Or, less kindly, wild.
Her haughty swan-like poise didn’t match that.
Probably just stereotypes—spread by single netizens.
A Pressing Question
After unpacking, Lin Lu eyed the single bed, raising a sharp issue.
“So, how do we sleep tonight?”