Chapter 23: The internet Exploded
A Rude Awakening
Ding dong.
The seven o’clock alarm hadn’t rung, yet the doorbell blared early.
“You get it…”
“No… you go…”
Both too groggy to move, they nudged each other.
Then Lin Lu sensed something off—his body felt heavy.
“Ghost on my chest?”
Blearily opening his eyes, he saw a disheveled “ghost.”
Su Keke’s leg draped over his waist, arms clinging like an octopus.
Her messy bangs framed fluttering lashes, her sleeping face sweet, not haughty.
Her nightgown strap slipped, revealing…
Lin Lu froze, stunned.
A Nostalgic Flash
He recalled climbing a snowy mountain with his dad.
At the peak, amid a white expanse, a vivid red azalea stood proud at 1,500 meters.
Beautiful, like a maiden’s blush, blooming against the snow.
Gorgeous, but bad for him.
A young guy’s morning vigor, already like a rising sun, surged 1,000% under this visual jolt, signals racing from retina to brain to spine.
Su Keke stirred, feeling a distinct oddity.
Rubbing her eyes, she woke, groggy.
“You’re so stingy, can’t even get the door…”
Then she grasped the gravity.
Her blush spread from neck to cheeks, nearly bursting.
“Y-You… morning already, and you’re… what?!”
A pure girl, inches from ruin, stammered, bolting upright.
Feeling a breeze, she looked down, horrified—her face drained, lips trembling, on the verge of tears.
A Quick Defense
“Not my fault!
I stayed on my side.
You crossed the line!”
The dividing pillow had rolled to the bed’s foot.
Before she erupted, Lin Lu slunk to the door.
“You saw, didn’t you?”
Her low, menacing voice followed.
“Would you believe me if I said no?”
“Heh… heh…”
He sighed.
“Don’t overthink it.
You were half-asleep—human nature.
Besides, it’s not like before… okay, I didn’t see that then, but…”
Her teary voice cut in.
“It’s different!
Your grubby paws only groped over clothes—not as bad.
You didn’t see, and it’s not like it was small back then…”
True, she’d leveled up to a formidable Level 3.
Which was worse?
Debatable.
Her pitiful look made him wary of letting the visitor in.
What if they thought he’d ravaged a frail girl?
A Gentle Reassurance
Lin Lu doubled back, climbing onto the bed beside her.
Holding her shoulders, he looked sincerely into her eyes.
“Senior, this is embarrassing to say, and for you to hear, but… it’s beautiful.
The most beautiful I’ve seen.”
“Really?”
Her flushed face softened, voice kitten-like, glancing down with him.
“Really.”
He gently slid her strap back up.
Though humiliated, like losing a maiden’s treasure, his earnest praise melted her.
It felt sweet, like candy he’d given her.
A sudden urge hit her—to show him she wasn’t just a better singer, richer, or taller by two centimeters.
Her figure, her pride, was different now—beyond his easy grasp.
As she got carried away, the doorbell’s urgent ringing snapped her back.
Lin Lu, seeing her recover, dashed to open it.
She cursed her near-blunder.
An Agent’s Panic
Wang Jie, Su Keke’s agent, burst in, scanning the room.
“Where’s Keke?”
“Bedroom.”
Wang Jie stormed in, locking eyes with the dazed Su Keke on the bed.
Fuming, she snapped, “My dear, sleeping now?
You know what’s blowing up online?
Who’s trending on Weibo?”
Both knew the photo Fatty posted had fermented overnight, sparking a digital firestorm.
A celebrity’s private life always stirred buzz.
Su Keke’s foggy eyes cleared.
Tilting her head, she calmly combed her hair.
“Wang Jie, you heard at the buffet yesterday—Lin Lu and I are state-assigned, forced to date and live together.
Not short-term—a lifetime.”
She glanced shyly at Lin Lu, leaning on the doorframe, spectating.
“It couldn’t stay secret, especially in this low-security apartment.
Our scandal would’ve leaked eventually, worse then.
Better to announce we’re state-assigned lovers now.
Let the buzz fly—my PR team will handle it.”
A Shocking Discovery
Wang Jie nodded, calming down.
She’d panicked after scrolling her phone at night, rushing to the address Su Keke gave.
The official announcement was smart damage control.
Fans cared about her songs—if they were good, minor drama didn’t matter.
Finally, she surveyed the apartment.
Her gaze hit the bed—two indented pillows side by side.
Her heart sank, like her prized cabbage was ravaged by a pig overnight.
“You’re not just cohabiting—you’re sharing a bed?!”