Chapter 20: Sleep together ?

An Awkward Standoff

Lin Lu’s question left Su Keke flustered.

She’d planned to buy another bed, but Officer Yan warned it violated the Regulations.
Thankfully, while cohabitation was mandatory, sharing a bed wasn’t—one could sleep on the sofa.

Seeing her hesitation, Lin Lu, as the guy, spoke up.
“Simple, I’ll take the bed.”

“Fine… wait, you mean I sleep on the sofa?!”

Su Keke caught on, glaring as he explained confidently.
“The sofa’s 1.8 meters—I won’t fit.
Your height’s perfect, and you’re slimmer.
It’s wide enough.”

Her body trembled with rage.
“Listen to yourself!
Is that human talk?!”

“No logic in that?
It’s the best fit for our builds…”

“No way I’m sleeping on the sofa.
Think again.”
She plopped onto the bed, arms crossed, glancing at him before looking away.

Lin Lu sighed.
Her “think again” meant she got the bed, wanting him to say it.

He knew this was coming but tried to negotiate.
As expected, he failed.
Grabbing a pillow, he headed for the sofa.

Sleeping there wasn’t great, but fine.

“Why the pillow…”

“You want the bed, right?
I’ll take the sofa.”

Su Keke bit her lip, staring at the floor.
“I want the bed, but… I didn’t say you had to sleep on the sofa.
Think of something else…”

“Sleep on the floor?
Too damp—sofa’s better.”

She bit harder, then sprawled on the bed, her curves on full display.
“This bed’s pretty big…” she murmured.

Lin Lu’s face darkened.
“I let you have it like a gentleman, and you’re flexing?
Keep it up, and I won’t yield.”

A Reluctant Compromise

Su Keke blinked, seizing his words.
“Yeah, I’m flexing.
Don’t yield, then, Mr. Gentleman—you’re just a perv…”

“Fine, Su Keke, you’re too much.
I’m sleeping here too.”

He dropped the pillow and lay on the bed.
She might kick him out with threats, but he couldn’t always give in.

As expected, she turned, seeing him beside her like a married couple.
Her face flushed, and she pushed him—immovable.

Bracing for her next move, ready to bolt, Lin Lu was stunned when she sighed, resigned.
“You’re impossible… a total rogue.
Whatever, I’m showering.”

She grabbed pajamas from the wardrobe and hurried out, ears red.

Lin Lu stared at the bed’s creases, confused.
She didn’t kick him out but insisted on the bed…

Sleep together?!

Ecstatic, he wouldn’t face sofa-induced shoulder pain.

But unease crept in.
Was she too agreeable?
A light push, no fight, and she gave up?

He’d braced for curses or threats—none came.
It felt like a trap.
Her “I’ll kill you” lingered, chilling his spine.
He’d sleep with one eye open.

A Quiet Moment

The shower’s water echoed.
Su Keke was bathing.
Lin Lu closed the door to block the tantalizing sound, finally pulling out his phone to job-hunt.

In high school, classes left only nights for work.
Underage, he was rejected by stores, resorting to underground gigs—quick cash for hard labor.

Mostly, he was a human punching bag, earning 50 yuan per beating, done in five minutes.
It let him return for evening study without hurting grades, though scars lingered, some still visible.

It sounded grim, but Lin Lu shrugged it off.
As a middle school bully, he’d earned his title with fists, not just money.
Leading lackeys, he tamed school rivals and brawled with other schools.
A veteran of countless fights, a few punches as a punching bag were nothing.

Looking back, it was dumb—peak teenage bravado, thinking gangs and loyalty were cool.

When his family went bankrupt, he fled the city.
His enemies were many—ex-girlfriends just a fraction.

Men’s grudges might fade, laughing over old fights as adults, even bonding.
But women’s revenge burned fiercer.

Besides brawls, he’d skipped classes for internet cafes, playing MOBA games.
That led to game boosting and escort gigs, later shifting to a four-word mobile MOBA.

His skills were decent—provincial level—but the market was cutthroat.
He only took shady gigs when desperate.

A New Path

Now in college, he could ditch grunt work for brain-based jobs.
He sought tutoring gigs, especially for high school seniors.
Fresh from his own exams, his mind was sharp, and parents loved recent grads.

The tutoring market was brutal—supply outstripped demand.
Most agencies demanded upfront fees, often vanishing after payment.

A high school girl, a regular gaming client, hooked him up.
Her parents needed a tutor for her senior-year exam push.

“What’re you looking at?”

Snapping back, Lin Lu saw Su Keke beside him, fresh from her shower.
Her white slip nightgown clung to damp hair, water beads glistening, her body wash scent wafting.
Leaning to see his phone, her neckline dipped, revealing a breathtaking view—freer than when bound.

Vacuum…

Unaware, Su Keke’s eyes locked on his chat with the high school girl, sensing something off.

“You’re tutoring a girl, huh?”