“What did you just call me?” Yin Han Sou spoke calmly.
This little one seemed to be the person she saw during that night run. She hadn’t expected to see her again.
But her perception was rather poor—she actually called her “senior.”
How foolish.
“Senior?” Yun Hui was puzzled.
Sunlight fell on her face, making it appear both sacred and distant.
Yin Han Sou leaned slightly closer to Yun Hui. “No, you got it wrong.”
Her words were like a gentle breeze stirring in Yun Hui’s heart, making it flutter.
Then what should she call her?
“Sister?” Yun Hui’s face flushed bright red, her sparkling eyes filled with confusion.
That word “sister”… sent a tremor through Yin Han Sou’s heart.
Soft and gentle, as if she had sunk into a sea of feathers.
She was quite pleased with that “sister.” Just two words had dispelled her worries.
“What major do you think I’m in… sister?” Yin Han Sou raised an eyebrow, looking at this soft and adorable girl with interest.
Yun Hui answered without hesitation. “Broadcasting. I’ve seen broadcasting seniors wearing suits when they’re on duty. They look so pretty.”
Out in the world, everyone respectfully called her “President Yin.” How did she end up as a broadcasting senior here?
The shift in tone was a bit abrupt.
Yin Han Sou wasn’t annoyed. Instead, she gladly accepted the role Yun Hui had assigned her.
“What’s your name?” She tilted her head, looking directly at Yun Hui.
That gaze was like a flood or a wild beast, striking straight into Yun Hui’s chest.
Yun Hui lowered her head shyly. “I’m Yun Hui. ‘Yun’ as in ‘the multitude of living beings,’ and ‘Hui’ as in ‘flowers.’”
This was the first time she had spoken so much to a stranger. The person before her seemed to have a fatal attraction, constantly pulling Yun Hui back whenever she tried to distance herself.
Seeing that Yin Han Sou didn’t continue speaking, she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s your name, senior?”
She wasn’t usually like this. For some reason, when facing her, Yun Hui felt like handing over her ID card right then and there!
How strange.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Yin Han Sou’s lips. “Yun Hui, you can just call me Senior Yin.”
Yun Hui spoke earnestly. “Senior Yin… can you tell me where the South Gate Station is?”
As she spoke, her small, white canine teeth peeked in and out, drawing Yin Han Sou’s attention back to her face.
South Gate Station? Wasn’t that outside the campus? She’d heard that this station had initially been removed but had inexplicably reopened later. It was indeed a bit hard for freshmen to find.
“Let me see the message.” Yin Han Sou leaned closer to Yun Hui, checking the message on her phone.
Her lowered eyelashes were dark and delicate, resting on her cheeks like fine ink strokes.
Yun Hui felt an urge to bite those slender lashes…
Yun Hui closed her eyes. Yin Han Sou’s presence lingered around her, making it hard for her to stay composed.
“Alright, I’ll take you there.”
Yin Han Sou straightened up and looked at Yun Hui.
“Okay…”
Suddenly, a mischievous glint flashed in Han Sou’s dark eyes as she thought of taking advantage of the situation. “But.”
Yun Hui asked, “But what?”
“Asking Senior Yin for help comes with a price. Understand?” A hint of cunning flickered in Yin Han Sou’s eyes.
The innocent Yun Hui was fooled. “I’ll treat you to a meal, senior.”
Hadn’t she eaten?
Yin Han Sou paused. “Call me ‘sister’ one more time.”
Yun Hui’s face was already as red as it could get. Was Senior Yin teasing her?
She lowered her head, her mind racing.
“What? Not willing?” Yin Han Sou’s voice turned cold, devoid of the tenderness from earlier.
Yun Hui didn’t know why, but a wire in her brain snapped: “I’ll call you… sis, sister!”
Yun Hui was completely seen through by Yin Han Sou. Even under the other’s threats and temptations, she foolishly followed along with the guidance.
Yin Han Sou smiled slightly: “Come with me.”
It was as if she had encountered a fresh, pure white cake and couldn’t resist wanting to scoop a bit of cream onto her finger to taste.
That feeling was wonderful.
The blush on Yun Hui’s face wouldn’t fade. Without saying a word, she followed Yin Han Sou, trailing behind her like a shadow, going wherever she went.
Soon, Yun Hui noticed something unusual.
She saw the West Gate.
“Senior! Did you take the wrong way?” Yun Hui asked.
Yin Han Sou kept walking on her own: “If you doubt me, then go find it yourself.”
After a moment of thought, Yun Hui still followed Yin Han Sou out of the school.
To describe it from her heart, Senior Yin had a sense of security about her that made Yun Hui trust her completely.
After turning down a few streets, Yin Han Sou led her into a restaurant.
Yun Hui widened her eyes: “Is this the South Gate Station? Why does it look like a restaurant?”
Yin Han Sou was amused: “Didn’t you say you’d treat me to a meal?”
“Yes.” Yun Hui lowered her head.
“Then treat me. Don’t dawdle. We’ll pick up the package after eating.” She sat down, tilting her head to look at Yun Hui.
Oh, so that’s what this is.
Yun Hui was happy to treat a pretty older sister to a meal. She’d enjoy eating and looking at her.
Her voice carried a hint of joy: “Senior Yin, wait for me. I’ll go order!”
Yin Han Sou couldn’t help but smile. This little one was quite adorable.
After ordering, Yun Hui returned to the table with the bill.
“Let me see.” Yin Han Sou raised an eyebrow.
For students, this restaurant was considered high-end. She had intended to continue “tasting the cream,” making Yun Hui call her sister again—while she paid the bill herself.
The way Yun Hui said “sister” was soft, so soft.
It was truly intoxicating.
From the moment she first saw Yun Hui on the sports field, she had already liked her.
Yun Hui shielded the bill: “No way! You can’t look at this bill.”
“Why?” Yin Han Sou asked.
Because the dishes were expensive. She was afraid that if the senior saw, she’d lose her appetite.
It cost over five hundred.
Seeing that Yun Hui wouldn’t show her, Yin Han Sou didn’t press. Instead, she tried to coax it out of her: “Did you order something too cheap? Are you afraid I’ll laugh at you?”
Yun Hui glared: “Of course not! I specifically ordered a lot of delicious food…”
Halfway through, she realized she had let it slip.
…
Yun Han Sou rested her head on her hand, her eyes teasing: “Xiao Hui, your little wallet seems quite full.”
“Is your family in some big business?”
Yun Hui suddenly froze, shaking her head vigorously: “Senior Yin, don’t probe me like that. I don’t like it.”
She didn’t like her family…
Seeing her strong reaction, Yin Han Sou lowered her gaze: “I’m sorry, I…”
Yun Hui didn’t look at Yin Han Sou again, muttering quietly: “I don’t like them!”
When the dishes were served, the two picked up their chopsticks and started eating.
Until the meal was finished, Yun Hui didn’t look up at Yin Han Sou once.
Was she really angry?
The atmosphere at the table was heavy when a woman’s voice suddenly broke the silence.
“Wow! Yun Hui, you’re eating here too?”
Yun Hui looked up. Meng Yao walked over, holding hands with her tall, thin boyfriend.
“Yes… I’m treating my senior to a meal.”
Meng Yao turned and stared at Yin Han Sou. “Wow, Yun Hui, I didn’t expect you to make such a friend just a few days into the semester!”
Meng Yao had a habit: whenever she met a friend, she would touch their face, as if marking them like a character in a game.
She reached out her hand.
Yin Han Sou glanced coldly at Meng Yao, sending a chill down her spine.
“No… I won’t touch,” Meng Yao said, gripping her partner’s hand tighter. How could this woman be so terrifying? One look from her seemed capable of killing someone!
“Yun Hui,” Yin Han Sou spoke, “come with me.”
Although Yun Hui was a bit angry, she always found herself unconditionally obeying Yin Han Sou’s words.
Today, it was as if she were under a spell, following her around without a second thought—a feeling of unwavering devotion.
“Is she your friend?” You Bo asked Meng Yao.
“Roommate! Roommate! Roommate!” Meng Yao squinted her eyes. “Don’t even think about making a move on her, or I’ll beat you up.”
“Hey, how would I dare? Don’t you trust me?” You Bo rolled his eyes.
He watched the two of them, feeling an indescribable strangeness.
It was just… hard to put into words.