Chapter 124: Qin Liang’s Pursuit

What was life like after returning to the original world?

Tang Yunle always felt that it seemed no different from that female pet world— she was still by Qin Liang’s side, and Qin Liang still protected her, indulged her, and took care of her meticulously, even meals were paid for with his money.

The only difference was that in this world, she was a rightful “person,” no longer a female pet dependent on her master.

And Qin Liang seemed to want… no, he was clearly pursuing her!

At Nanchang Jiaoyuan College, in the classroom of the teaching building.

Outside the window, the willow branches swayed gently in the wind, fragmented sunlight filtering through the leaf gaps, mottling the open notebook on Tang Yunle’s desk.

She stared at those swaying light spots in a daze, but her mind repeatedly circled an aimless thought— should she choose to be a man or a woman?

Qin Liang’s intentions, she wasn’t a fool; how could she not see them?

From proactively paying for her every meal, to habitually holding her when they slept together at night; last time she casually mentioned wanting to see a movie, and he grandly booked the entire theater.

He was an insatiable rich brother.

But the more it was like this, the more hesitant she became, the more evasive, the more she dared not face Qin Liang’s pursuit directly.

Although Tang Yunle didn’t advocate the so-called bloodline theory, believing that upper-class people must marry upper-class and lower-class must marry lower-class, she understood the principle of “matching in social status.”

The gap between her and Qin Liang was simply too great.

Whether in family background, wealth, or status, not to mention that Qin Liang held that divine pen with “wish-fulfillment” abilities— as long as he wanted, he could overturn the entire world at any time.

She wasn’t unmoved by Qin Liang, but… deep down, there was an indescribable inferiority.

Did she deserve Qin Liang? Or rather, Qin Liang fancied her now, but what about in the future?

If she chose to accept this affection, standing by his side as a woman, would they argue after marriage? Would the trivialities of daily life slowly erode his affection for her?

Would Qin Liang suddenly change his heart in the future?

Tang Yunle didn’t dare to gamble.

She knew that the current Qin Liang liked her a lot, but who could predict the future?

This wasn’t the female pet world after all; she was no longer that female pet who only needed to depend on her master.

In that world, masters couldn’t abandon female pets without reason, but in this world, she was a person with independent personality and thoughts; even as husband and wife, as long as the law allowed, they could easily separate.

If in the future Qin Liang didn’t want her anymore, what should she do?

The humility etched in her bones, like a fine thorn, always quietly emerged at such times, gently pricking her.

She was afraid, afraid that she had finally broken free from “dependence,” only to plunge headfirst into another form of “reliance.”

It was precisely because she craved love too much that she was so afraid of being hurt by love.

“What are you thinking about?”

He suddenly tapped her desk lightly, his knuckles distinct, nails trimmed neatly.

Tang Yunle snapped back to reality, meeting Qin Liang’s indulgent eyes.

She hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to organize her textbook, her voice mumbling: “N-nothing, just thinking about what to eat for lunch today.”

Tang Yunle’s fingertip had just touched the edge of the textbook when a warm sensation suddenly came from above her knee.

It was Qin Liang’s hand.

Through the thin black stockings, that warmth surged like electricity; she stiffened all over, instinctively wanting to pull back, but he gently held her in place.

His fingertip had a slight callus, the rubbing force very light, slowly sliding up half an inch along the curve of her calf, then stopping at the knee, like soothing a startled small animal.

“Hm?” His voice was very low, wrapped in amusement, his warm breath almost brushing her earlobe, “What do you want for lunch? Tell me.”

“R-red braised pork.” The girl stammered.

“And what else?”

“Sweet and sour ribs.”

“And what else?”

“Stewed pumpkin and pumpkin soup.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

Tang Yunle slightly lifted her head, the classmates’ subtle glances sweeping over, fine sweat seeping from her palms. Her gaze shifted down, landing on those large hands covering her black-stocking-clad beautiful legs.

This wasn’t ordinary black stockings; this was Wang Wei… cough, a pair of black stockings that could conceal her identity.

Objects created by Qin Liang with the divine pen, as long as she wore them, no one else could see her true identity, just like Doraemon’s stone hat.

This also meant that in others’ eyes, Qin Liang was at this moment facing a shy boy, touching his leg, the scene quite impactful.

“Right, are you free tonight?” He spoke again, “I bought tickets for ‘The Night I Loved You Most,’ a hilarious romance.”

“Sure.” She responded.

“Hug me again at noon.”

“Okay.”

“I have to do a psychological check this afternoon; accompany me.”

“Fine.”

Getting satisfactory replies, when Qin Liang withdrew his hand, his fingertip inadvertently hooked the edge of the girl’s black stockings, lifting a small section of fair skin, which quickly fell back under the fabric.

Tang Yunle hurriedly covered her leg, watching him sit straight and open his textbook, his profile appearing exceptionally candid in the sunlight, as if the one who had just made small moves on a boy in class wasn’t him.

She lowered her head staring at her black stockings, the fabric seeming to still retain the lingering warmth of his fingertip touch.

His temperature.

This guy… had completely got her figured out.

Full classes in the morning, naturally no classes in the afternoon, no evening self-study either; college life was just that simple and unadorned.

After the afternoon nap, Tang Yunle accompanied Qin Liang to the college’s psychological pathology treatment room. According to Qin Liang, the doctor here was somewhat related to her.

The half-hour psychological check was neither long nor short. After finishing, the two left.

“How strange, how did this psychology suddenly become healthy?”

Zhang Junfang tapped his fingertip on the record book, brows slightly furrowed.

He flipped out Qin Liang’s psychological report from last week, the edges of the paper somewhat curled, noting “social avoidance tendency” and “low emotional threshold” assessments, which in no way matched the boy just now with candid eyes, even sneakily teasing the person beside him.

“This change is off…” He muttered lowly, his fingertip sliding over the “romantic influence” column, suddenly hearing a burst of hurried footsteps.

A little shota in a blue-white striped robe, wearing an oversized baseball cap, rushed in like a small cannonball, holding up a ragdoll cat high.

“Teacher, teacher!”

The little guy held the doll close to his face, whining in a milky voice, “Kitty says it went to a very strange world, with lots of big sisters, and ate lots of delicious barbecue.”

“We want barbecue too!”

“We want it, we want it~~”

Zhang Junfang was helpless from his fussing, his originally furrowed brows relaxing, freeing a hand to rub the little shota’s soft hair, his voice unconsciously softening: “Got it, I’ll take you to eat tonight.”

He casually stacked the two psychological reports and stuffed them into the drawer, his gaze sweeping outside the window.

Qin Liang and Tang Yunle were holding hands, walking in the corridor, Tang Yunle’s head slightly tilted, lightly leaning on the other’s shoulder, the scene very warm and beautiful.

After thinking, Zhang Junfang dialed a certain phone, “Um… that, cousin, the one you asked me to specially take care of, his sexual orientation seems…”