I Heard That I am a HeartBreaker - Chapter 33

At that moment, Gu Lingxi felt as if time had stopped. What? Forgot to grab something? What did the other person need her to fetch?

“Senior, I forgot my bath towel. Could you go into my room, open the second cabinet on the right, and bring me the neatly folded purple bath towel?”

Qiu Shuang emphasized it again. The person outside seemed to start moving, but a few clattering sounds followed—perhaps she had accidentally bumped into something.

Qiu Shuang wiped herself dry with her own towel and sat on the stool to wait for Gu Lingxi’s “help.” Of course, there was a bath towel in the bathroom; Qiu Shuang would not make such a basic oversight.

Moreover, she was living under the same roof as someone whose nature was unknown. How could she possibly leave such an obvious flaw for the other person to exploit?

Qiu Shuang simply wanted to confirm a few things, for example, whether the other person was truly obedient enough to only go into her room to retrieve a bath towel.

Thinking this, she pondered: it would be best if the other person only took the item. If she tried to do anything else, then Qiu Shuang wouldn’t be merciful.

Senior Gu Lingxi, I hope you don’t disappoint me…

Qiu Shuang’s room was simpler than she had imagined. It wasn’t that Gu Lingxi had a specific stereotype; in her social circle, most were rich young ladies, and the girlfriends she dated were mostly delicate, refined girls.

Gu Lingxi had seen their rooms—invariably exquisite, cluttered with decorations, vibrant colors, or the scent of cosmetics.

These inherent female elements, derived from societal norms, often added an ambiguous quality to the inherently private space of a room.

Gu Lingxi had fantasized a lot: what color would it be behind the door? Would it also be stained with a unique fragrance?

However, the imagined scene did not materialize when she pushed the door open. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Qiu Shuang’s room was merely a cold, simple black-and-white palette. Everything was so minimalist that it resembled her everyday attire: plain, simple, and repetitive.

Looking around, the only things in the entire room that could be said to hold a hint of daily life were perhaps the snacks piled in a box next to the bedside table and the deliberately extended power strip. Other than that, it was completely unrecognizable as a room inhabited by a living person.

Gu Lingxi didn’t know how to describe her feelings. It wasn’t disappointment, nor was it a change in emotion. It was perhaps more like the shattering of a fantasy.

She had always preemptively assumed the other was a gentle, soft girl, yet the truth proved that this was completely different from what Gu Lingxi had imagined.

Her wild fantasies were as frantic as the limitless extensions she had fabricated in the daytime, which could not see the scenery beneath the other person’s clothes.

Gu Lingxi sighed, then, following the other’s instructions, opened the second cabinet and retrieved the bath towel.

Out of silence and a certain impulse, Gu Lingxi pulled open the other person’s closet. Only a small portion of clothes was neatly hung inside; there was nothing else.

It seemed that the traces Qiu Shuang left while living under this roof were minimal, as if she could take all of her possessions and leave in an instant if she wanted to.

Gu Lingxi fell silent for a moment, thinking that perhaps her sister was right.

She didn’t understand the other’s soul, nor did she understand the core deep within her. She was merely tracing the past, still seeing herself as the frivolous playgirl, imagining everything as if she were conquering the dating scene.

And could she really win the other person over this way? Absolutely not.

Gu Lingxi needed to change her approach. Even though it might be a bit challenging, it seemed that only this way could she obtain what she truly desired.

She knocked on the door. It was quickly pulled open, an arm reached out from inside, and took the bath towel.

Gu Lingxi watched the arm retract and the door close, sinking into thought. Would she have acted this way, given her past behavior and relationships with other women?

Probably not. Gu Lingxi thought she would have teased the other person, opened the door and walked in, and the two would have tumbled into bed for a satisfying encounter. But all of that seemed very difficult to achieve with this person.

“Thank you so much, Senior.” The other person’s voice came from behind the door.

“No, no, it’s my fault. If I had wiped the water more thoroughly, you probably wouldn’t have had this trouble.”

Qiu Shuang listened to the repeated apologies outside but said nothing. She let out a sharp whistle, symbolically dampened the new bath towel, and prepared to step out.

Gu Lingxi hadn’t even fully processed what was happening when the door in front of her was suddenly pulled open. Her first reaction was to quickly cover her eyes with both hands, but she still secretly separated her middle and ring fingers to peek at the other person.

“What are you doing?”

“Junior, you dried off quite fast…”

Qiu Shuang was slightly speechless at the other’s inexplicable behavior and words but said nothing. She nodded her acknowledgment and returned to her room, closing the door.

Gu Lingxi hadn’t managed to say another word to the other person before she saw her ruthless figure disappear behind the door.

Qiu Shuang immediately picked up her phone to do a check. After searching a few times and confirming that nothing had been added or removed from the room, she felt reassured.

It seemed this Senior merely had a few flirtatious tendencies but wasn’t so low-handed. She was much better than that other Junior.

The girl whose name she still hadn’t bothered to remember flashed into Qiu Shuang’s mind. Wait a little longer; in two years, she could resume her studies.

Most people thought Qiu Shuang was a bleeding heart or a bit foolish, but Qiu Shuang didn’t care about these judgments. She knew that education was difficult. Although she appeared to be a genius, conventionally different from ordinary people, Qiu Shuang still couldn’t deny the hardship of learning.

Getting into this school was very difficult. It was full of hardworking people and various geniuses. What was even scarier was that the world never lacked geniuses or hardworking people; sometimes, geniuses might even work harder.

But at least leaving this place could change one’s life. Knowledge, to some extent, could truly change destiny.

Qiu Shuang’s eyes darkened. She changed into her pajamas, quickly rubbed her hair a few times, and prepared to blow-dry it.

Gu Lingxi was sitting on the living room sofa, still lost in thought. She heard a sound, turned around, and saw Qiu Shuang in a nightgown, holding a hairdryer.

“I’m going to blow-dry my hair.”

Qiu Shuang wasn’t surprised that the other person hadn’t gone back to her room and was sitting there daydreaming. She noticed that the other person’s attitude and demeanor seemed to have changed somewhat.

At least, when she first met her, she thought Gu Lingxi spoke tactfully and seemed like a very proper Senior. Only after getting more familiar did she realize that might just be the most superficial layer of the person.

It was a bit cruel to say this, but it couldn’t be entirely called pretense or deception. After all, for children from wealthy families, these superficial courtesies seemed to be things they were born to learn and were required to perform.

So, using those words on a poor girl like her wasn’t a big deal, and there was no need to pursue the ultimate purpose of those words.

In any case, the other party wouldn’t succeed.

Qiu Shuang thought that sometimes, love was the fairest thing in the world. It didn’t depend on your appearance, wealth, or anything else.

It was merely a strange reaction resulting from the combination of some unknown elements.

Therefore, there was never any equivalent exchange, and thus, there was never any meaning to the notion that being powerful or wealthy guaranteed getting everything.

Human emotion and chemical reactions were truly fascinating things.

Thinking this way, Qiu Shuang felt that Gu Lingxi was truly a pathetic and helpless person, seemingly chasing something that was inevitably unattainable.

But the other person didn’t know that when the sniper scope aimed at the prey’s pupil, the prey was also watching you, like chasing a turtle that started 100 meters ahead, a chase that would never end.

“The socket in the bathroom seems to have a problem…”

Gu Lingxi felt a little guilty after saying this. She regretted it. How could she tell such an easily verifiable lie? What if the other person insisted on trying the socket in the bathroom?

Qiu Shuang looked at her thoughtfully, but in the end, she said nothing. She just smiled calmly, then sat down next to her, plugged the hairdryer into the power socket beside the sofa, and started blowing her hair.

Seeing that Qiu Shuang didn’t ask when it broke or what happened, Gu Lingxi sighed in relief. She looked at the other person’s profile.

For some reason, Gu Lingxi felt like she had some kind of ailment. She wanted to look at the other person again; even if she didn’t touch or get closer, just watching was enough.

Perhaps she had lived too extravagant a few years and forgotten that perhaps, in matters of feeling, the most fundamental and beautiful thing was the involuntary happiness you felt when you looked at the other person.

Qiu Shuang hummed a song while blowing her hair. She could feel the scorching wind constantly blowing onto her scalp and the back of her hand.

Qiu Shuang actually hated blow-drying her hair the most; it was her least favorite task.

Perhaps due to her stubbornness or carelessness, Qiu Shuang often failed to dry her hair completely, because halfway through the process, she would impatiently toss the hairdryer aside.

Or sometimes, she would get so into it that she wouldn’t even realize her hair was getting burnt.

Gu Lingxi was speechless watching Qiu Shuang’s actions. Compared to the other person’s precise study plan and quick way of handling things, she could only say that the way she blew her hair still possessed a very “Fauvist” style of academic work…

“Junior, why don’t I help you blow-dry it?”

Qiu Shuang, who had the fan speed set to maximum, didn’t hear what the other person said. She only turned off the hairdryer and looked at her after Gu Lingxi repeated herself several times.

“Senior, what did you just say?”

“…I said I’ll help you blow-dry it. If you keep doing that, your hair will be messy, and it’ll be hard to manage tomorrow morning.”

Qiu Shuang looked at her a few times, especially at her short hair, and sank into thought. Gu Lingxi seemed to style her hair every morning, so she should at least have some expertise in hair, right?

“Oh, thank you very much, Senior Gu.”

Having received consent, Gu Lingxi moved closer. She stood up, placed one knee on the sofa, took the hairdryer from the other’s hand, adjusted it to medium, and slowly began to blow-dry the other person’s hair.

Qiu Shuang’s hair was neither too thick nor too sparse. The glossy black hair made her fair skin look even more snow-white.

Of course, the true intention was not just the hair.

Gu Lingxi looked down and smiled. Sure enough, just as she had imagined, people with fair skin were indeed like this…

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