You said you hated men, why are your eyes now full of love?-Chapter 51 - Mu Mu, I’m Sorry...

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

The evening sky was filled with clouds.

Ji Mu woke up refreshed, having slept through the entire afternoon. The classroom was empty; the other students had already left.

He rubbed his stiff arms, stood up, and stretched lazily.

What a productive day.

"Even though I didn't do anything today, it was still a hard day's work for me."

Noticing the neatly arranged books on his desk and the backpack next to them, Ji Mu guessed what had happened and took his phone out of his pocket to check.

Feixin displayed a message from someone.

[Silly Goose]: Mu Mu, I found a new part-time job today!

[Silly Goose]: Hehe, I'm so happy.

[Silly Goose]: I have to rush to a job interview, so I'll leave early today.

[Silly Goose]: I've already organized the holiday homework assignments from the teacher and put them in your bag.

[Silly Goose]: Oh, and I left a bottle of oolong tea in there too. If you wake up thirsty, remember to drink it ^_^

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Wow, how thoughtful.

Reading the messages, Ji Mu felt a pleasant warmth spread through his chest. Even the tiredness in his body seemed to disappear.

Such a dear friend truly brings me joy.

He typed a quick reply—[Got it, thanks]—before popping open the bottle and taking a sip.

Throwing his bag over his shoulder, he stepped outside, the evening breeze feeling incredibly refreshing on his face.

[Host, what about tonight's Battle Night?]

The system popped up with a question.

[Still on?]

"Of course."

This was his 90th promotional match; he had to win!

[OK,] the system pumped its tiny fist, full of confidence. [Tonight, let me help you!]

Great.

Very spirited!

Seemed like his chances of climbing the ranks just increased.

In high spirits, Ji Mu was about to take a sip of his oolong tea when he suddenly stopped.

Hmm... Have I forgotten something?

After a moment of thought, he remembered that his jacket was still with the silly goose.

No wonder he was feeling a bit chilly.

Oh well, it's not important.

He'd just ask her about it tomorrow.

Putting that matter aside, Ji Mu focused on the most important task at hand: tonight's promotion match.

Having played 90 times already, he was determined to win today.

"System," he clenched his fist, his voice solemn. "Battle..."

[Let's go!!]

The System was visibly excited.

After an entire week of binge-watching movies, Ji Mu hadn't touched a game in days, and the craving hit him hard.

What? You say indulging in games is neglecting work?

Come on, do you even understand the concept of balancing work and rest?

A little proper relaxation was the key to optimal performance. How else would you be able to work so fast?

This is called professionalism!

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The moon peeked through the clouds, revealing only a sliver as dusk draped itself over the city.

Apartment windows lit up one by one, silently announcing the arrival of night.

It was 7 p.m.

While the city bustled with nighttime activity, Ruan Qingqing had already finished her bath, drawn the curtains, and curled up on her bed with a flushed face.

The dim glow of her bedside lamp cast soft shadows around the room, making it feel smaller, quieter.

Lying on her side, she stared blankly into the dark corner of the room, her mind filled with thoughts of tomorrow.

Going to Mu Mu's house...

Didn't that mean...

She would be alone in a room with him...

Thump thump thump -

Her heartbeat became increasingly irregular, beyond her control.

What's happening to me?

In the past, she would have been happy to pass today's interview.

But why...

Why wasn't that what she was looking forward to?

Even the tiniest ripple of excitement in her chest had nothing to do with the success of the interview.

Ruan Qingqing knew the reason very well.

But she didn't want to admit it. No... she didn't dare to admit it.

Ji Mu's every move could easily affect her emotions.

And with every interaction, that feeling grew stronger, making her crave more and more.

Unspoken thoughts took root, growing inch by inch, corrupting her soul.

People often despise watching themselves fall to ruin with full awareness.

She, too, found herself in a state of rationality, gradually and uncontrollably moving toward a pathological extreme.

Like decaying leaves, she would eventually melt into the mud.

Ruan Qingqing feared that one day, she would become someone unrecognizable.

"Mu Mu..."

She hated men, hated every single one she had ever encountered.

She hated the way their eyes clung to her chest.

Filthy, foul, like the innards of a gutted fish, putrid and reeking.

She hated how they immediately noticed her worn, faded clothes and her embarrassment.

Even when she tried to hide it, they couldn't mask the condescending tone in their words.

Ji Mu... she hated him too.

She hated how smart he was, how he could effortlessly peel back the layers of her insecurities, seeing right through the fragile pride buried beneath her cowardice, yet still managed to interact with her as if everything was normal.

She hated how clean he always was, how he always smelled so good, and how he never laid a hand on her.

She hated... how he made her world seem brighter.

She just wanted to stay in this soft haven forever.

"Mu Mu..."

I really, really hate you...

Ruan Qingqing bit down on her lower lip, her fingers curling tightly around the corner of the blanket.

Beneath the hem of her nightdress, her knees pressed together, subtly rubbing against each other.

The dim light faintly illuminated the sheer fabric, barely revealing the outline of her closed legs with a flat Y-shaped shadow.

She closed her eyes slowly.

A tall, lean figure appeared clearly in her mind.

He had moved into her heart.

Lingering there, refusing to leave.

She could see him now, seated at his desk, always leaning lazily on one hand, absentmindedly twirling a black pen between his fingers.

Even though he didn't use much force, the faint blue veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly, exuding a deadly allure.

And when he wrote… that feeling became even more pronounced.

Like something tightly coiled, waiting to snap.

And this was only one side of him.

If there was ever a moment that captured his contradictions, nothing compared to when he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe away his sweat after running in gym class.

A small portion of his smooth waistline was exposed, releasing the residual heat from his body.

His stomach, still tight from exertion, was laced with faintly bulging veins, covered in glistening sweat, with the defined lines of his muscles clearly visible. Beads of sweat rolled down along the contours, snaking down to the waistband of his pants.

It was like a tourist lost in a tropical rainforest catching a glimpse of a deadly yet alluring mandrake.

At that moment, Ruan Qingqing, like a tourist separated from the group, saw the danger in the young man.

"Mm..."

A shaky breath slipped through her lips.

A few quick, uneven inhales were proof of her dwindling control.

In her mind, the young man pierced her thoughts once again.

He made her defenses crumble.

She flipped onto her side, dizzy from the constant battle between reason and desire.

Lowering her gaze, she noticed the piece of clothing she had unknowingly pulled from beneath the covers.

It was Ji Mu's jacket.

She'd had countless opportunities to return it to him that afternoon.

But when she realized he hadn’t asked for it, she inexplicably… pretended to forget about it.

She didn’t take it out until she got home after her interview, filled with guilt.

"Mu Mu..."

Burying her head into the fabric, she clutched the entire garment to her chest.

The rich scent of soap clung to it, wrapping around her like an embrace.

The familiar, fresh scent made her feel like she was being held by him.

In a daze, she imagined him slowly tracing down her spine, inch by inch, leaving behind a tingling sensation spreading across her skin.

Until finally, he touched the place she wanted most.

Like a kitten addicted to catnip, she found herself utterly consumed.

A sliver of rationality screamed at her, condemning her inner self for being so despicable.

But her mind, immersed in indulgent fantasies, only sank deeper into pleasure.

Even a saint, when dragged to hell, could commit the most wicked of sins under the guise of purity.

"Haah... Mu... Mu Mu..."

I'm sorry.

Just this once... no, just a few more times, okay?

Please forgive me.

Tonight… I'm going to be a bad girl again.

Mu Mu...

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