O amor platônico do canalha sempre é direto comigo

Jinjiang Literature City Exclusive

Chapter 1

Written by: The White Moonlight of the Scumbag Always Throws Straight Balls at Me
Original work by: No Trace of Immortals

“Nan Nan, I’m waiting outside your school gate. Come out. I’ll take you to eat.” Shen Qian’s voice was gentle and magnetic. After hanging up, Xuan Congnan’s mind contained only the thought of returning to school.

The room had four windowless walls, no ventilation, dark and damp, the space cramped and narrow. The bed, pressed against the wall and measuring barely one meter twenty wide, took up almost two-thirds of the area. Sleeping an adult of one meter eighty would feel suffocating.

There was only one chair here, tidily placed. On the east, west, and north walls, two rows of solid wood shelves were nailed up, filled with paint boxes, brushes, sketch paper, watercolor sheets, and other art supplies.

Xuan Congnan put sketch paper and a few charcoal pencils into his backpack, picked up the flexible drawing board from the chair, rolled it into a tube, and stuffed it in as well.

He locked the room—barely more than a storage room—with an old brass lock commonly used in rural areas decades ago. Xuan Congnan checked twice; if someone insisted on smashing it open with a hammer from outside, there was nothing he could do.

There was nothing important left inside. Xuan Congnan touched his collar to make sure everything was in place, then prepared to leave.

“Nan Nan.” A woman, refined and utterly out of place in this ordinary house, blocked his path with folded