The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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Stepping out of the hotel elevator, Zhu Tong couldn't help but glance back, slightly worried. "The person outside the door just now..."

Shao Ming, holding his hand, asked, "Which one?"

Zhu Tong tilted his head to look at him.

Shao Ming was smiling—a genuine, joyful smile. Zhu Tong suddenly froze for a moment, thinking, When Shao Ming truly smiles, it looks even better than his usual signature smile.

The two were caught coming out of the hotel room together, and the person who caught them was a fellow student from the same city who was participating in the competition with Shao Ming. However, Shao Ming's reaction was neither nervous nor worried and acted as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Tong hesitated, saying, "Will your friend... misunderstand something?"

Shao Ming replied, "Misunderstand?"

Zhu Tong: "..."

Oh, right. It's not a misunderstanding anymore.

They had already made their relationship clear.

He now had a "status" in Shao Ming's life.

"But we didn't do anything. If she overthinks things, wouldn't that... be bad for you?"

Shao Ming was there for the competition—having someone else in his room, how would that look? Would Shao Ming end up with a tarnished reputation because of him?

While Zhu Tong was lost in thought, the person beside him suddenly chuckled softly and said, "She didn't overthink it."

Zhu Tong asked, "How do you know she didn't overthink it?"

Shao Ming replied, "I didn't say she didn't overthink. I said she wasn't overthinking, just that her thoughts might be a bit ahead of reality. I haven't had the chance to act on them yet."

He actually wanted to, but the timing wasn't right.

Zhu Tong was momentarily stunned.

Not yet acted on... What does Shao Ming want to do?

"And besides, it's not like we did nothing."

Shao Ming suddenly tilted his head, casting a meaningful glance at someone's lips that had yet to "lose their color."

Realizing where Shao Ming's gaze had landed, Zhu Tong froze, feeling the heat surge up his face. Instinctively, he wanted to distance himself from Shao Ming, but their hands were tightly intertwined, making it impossible to pull away.

Zhu Tong suddenly understood why couples liked holding hands with their fingers interlocked—it allows for a firmer grip.

Shao Ming held him tightly, noticing the flush on his ears, and comforted him with practiced ease, "If you don't like it, I won't say it. But accepting my confession only to try and ditch me so soon—are you really that quick to leave, young master?"

Zhu Tong: "..."

The hand that had been trying to pull away suddenly lost its strength.

He looked up at Shao Ming, then quickly lowered his gaze, saying, "N-no, I'm not."

"Good, as long as you're not."

Shao Ming was only teasing him and didn't take it too seriously. The two of them walked from the elevator, through the hotel lobby, and were just about to exit through the revolving door when the hand that had been trying to pull away suddenly tightened its grip.

Zhu Tong spoke earnestly, "I would never leave you so easily."

Shao Ming: "..."

Shao Ming felt his heart skip a beat.