Heartbeat Hide and Seek, Game Over if Discovered

What should you talk about when you're with your girlfriend?

Regarding this question, during freshman year, Lin Kun, the big sister who was the only one in Dormitory 503 to have a 'girlfriend,' had specifically held a small classroom session.

Setting aside the 88% or more of show-off nonsense, Su Mo had still summarized some principles from it—basically, you should be bold and talk about common topics that both parties have in common.

Now, looking at the empty seat of the evil loli senior who had left to go to the 'restroom,' and feeling the somewhat cold atmosphere at the table, Su Mo hesitated.

Although she wasn’t someone who couldn’t sit still, in order to prevent Lin Muyao from continuing to focus on that shameful lingerie and making her feel guilty, she finally mustered the courage to break the deadlock first.

"Senior Muyao, after I left, did that actor surnamed Fan continue harassing you?"

Hearing Su Mo's concerned voice, Lin Muyao finally shifted her attention from the 'birthday gift' and looked at her sitting across the table.

On the girl’s delicate, fair face, her soft eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her deer-like eyes—pupils trembling slightly—gazed straight at her with a touch of pitiable nervousness. It reminded Lin Muyao of the ragdoll cat in her bedroom, waiting expectantly for her to come home and pet its head.

Faced with Su Mo’s well-behaved and nervous demeanor, Lin Muyao found it adorable.

As a campus belle-level beauty, she had received countless confessions from boys, but compared to their straightforward approaches, Su Mo’s current nervousness was exaggerated—even gripping the fabric at her chest unconsciously.

Just… so cute…

While inwardly cooing, Lin Muyao couldn’t help but feel a little puzzled.

From today’s interactions and her prior investigation, Su Mo’s personality was the passive, introverted type—someone who needed guidance rather than taking initiative.

Yet here she was, actively steering the conversation.

However, the confusion didn’t last long. Noticing Su Mo’s occasional glances at the 'birthday gift,' Lin Muyao pieced it together—her little girlfriend was just embarrassed!

Pfft~

Imagining Su Mo being dragged into a lingerie store by her mischievous best friend, nervously picking out underwear, Lin Muyao couldn’t suppress a giggle.

Seeing Su Mo’s confused expression, she waved her hand dismissively.

"Haha, Junior Su Mo, speaking of Fan Zhongfeng—after you left, a rich woman took a fancy to him!"

The cold atmosphere warmed instantly as Lin Muyao’s voice lifted with amusement.

Su Mo silently thanked her dormitory leader’s love advice in her heart. Judging by Lin Muyao’s mood, there hadn’t been any further harassment—so as a 'fake girlfriend,' she’d done her job well!

But wait… a rich woman took interest in Fan Zhongfeng? Why was Lin Muyao so happy about it?

Wasn’t Lin Muyao kind of a rich woman herself?

With the topic opened, the conversation flowed more naturally.

Through Lin Muyao’s storytelling, Su Mo learned the reason for her amusement.

The so-called 'rich woman' who had set her sights on Fan Zhongfeng was the stereotypical type from TV dramas—thick waist, broad frame, and a face full of makeup.

And unlike their group of college students, Fan Zhongfeng had already signed with an entertainment agency after graduation. This rich woman happened to be the backstage boss of said agency.

Su Mo couldn’t help but imagine a scene straight out of a drama: a domineering rich woman holding a bowl of soup, demanding, "Will you drink it or not?"

Still, she didn’t feel too much sympathy. Fan Zhongfeng had harassed Lin Muyao first—this was just karma at work.

"Hehe, great! I was only gone for such a short while, and you two are already chatting so happily! Should I suggest you sit together and let me have this side all to myself?"

Just as the conversation between Su Mo and Lin Muyao grew lively—shifting from rich women to acting gigs and part-time jobs—a teasing, sugar-sweet voice laced with fake jealousy interrupted them.

Hearing An Xiaoqian’s words, Lin Muyao actually considered it for a brief moment.

Recalling how flustered Su Mo had been when holding hands this morning, the idea of sitting beside her and watching her reactions was tempting.

But thinking and doing were two different things.

Their relationship wasn’t that close yet—it needed more time to develop!

If they sat together now, with Su Mo’s skittish-rabbit personality, she’d probably be too nervous to eat.

After a pause, Lin Muyao shot her best friend a playful glare.

"Xiaoqian, what nonsense are you spouting? By the way, why were you gone for so long?"

An Xiaoqian, ever observant, noticed the three-second delay in Lin Muyao’s response. Her mood was a mix of exasperation and amusement.

Exasperation—because her teasing had actually made Lin Muyao consider it.

Amusement—because Su Mo was a girl, and her best friend might be unwittingly falling for her. A girl crushing on another girl? Now that was an entertaining plot twist.

Fingering the two identical sets of 'Tianyu Underwear' hidden in the folds of her JK skirt, An Xiaoqian’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.

Su Mo, sensing danger, wisely lowered her head and focused on eating, trying to minimize her presence.

The tomato hot pot base was perfect for someone who couldn’t handle spice.

Sour, sweet, rich but not greasy—it paired wonderfully with both meat and vegetables. Dipped in thick sesame sauce, every bite was heavenly for Su Mo, who hadn’t eaten all day.

Unlike dining with guys (where meat vanished in seconds), eating with Lin Muyao and An Xiaoqian was a different experience. The two girls mostly picked at vegetables, leaving most of the meat untouched. The 268-yuan set meal looked like it might not be finished.

Following the principle of no waste, Su Mo dedicated herself to the meat.

Just as she dipped a piece of tripe into sauce, ready to savor it—

…Huh?

A warm, smooth sensation brushed against the gap between her ankle and sock.

At first, Su Mo assumed one of the girls across from her had accidentally bumped her with their shoe.

But then—

Rustle, rustle~

Her chopsticks froze mid-air.

The silky touch was now deliberately sliding up her pant leg.

As the fabric lifted, the contact shifted from a fleeting graze to a full, lingering press. Su Mo could now tell—it was a foot. A small, soft, bare foot.

Then it hit her.

This morning, An Xiaoqian had stuffed her white stockings into Su Mo’s pocket.

Meaning the owner of this mischievous little foot was none other than the black-hearted loli sitting across from her.

But why?

Was she just teasing her? Or did she get a thrill from secretive, risqué games?

Before Su Mo could ponder further, a new sensation registered—something fabric-like brushing against her leg. Soft, slightly elastic, shaped like… a rounded cup.

Soft fabric. Cup-like. An Xiaoqian had just returned from the restroom.

Three clues clicked together.

A cold sweat broke out on Su Mo’s neck.

No way.

The thing currently being dangled against her leg by An Xiaoqian’s toes couldn’t possibly be—

Girl’s underwear.

What the hell is she doing?!

Unable to resist, Su Mo peeked up.

Lin Muyao and An Xiaoqian were chatting casually, as if nothing unusual were happening.

An Xiaoqian’s expression was the picture of innocence—her smile sweet, her tone light. Not a single hint of tension.

How is she this calm?!

At this moment, Su Mo made a horrifying realization—

An Xiaoqian wasn’t just black-hearted.

Her flexibility was on another level entirely!

Wuu wuu wuu… The hot pot is so good… Can’t we just eat in peace?!