Chapter 3: The Sweetheart Marshmallow and the Cold God

Xiao Moyuan was a prominent figure at N University, so his contact information was hardly top secret. Su Mian didn’t have to search long before he found Xiao Moyuan’s WeChat ID in a fan post.

His username was strikingly simple, almost to the point of arrogance: a single character, “Yuan.”

Su Mian took a deep breath, then, using the account “Sweetheart Marshmallow,” sent a friend request. He was still mentally rehearsing how to open the conversation with a soft, cute tone when his phone immediately vibrated.

[The other party rejected your request and replied with a ‘?’].

‘What the hell? He’s so cold!’

Su Mian grumbled internally, ‘If a strange girl added me, I’d definitely accept immediately.’

‘He’s just putting on airs, that’s what it is.’

He composed himself, then began crafting a reason.

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Hello, Brother Xiao, I’m from another school. I’d like to be friends with you (●’◡’●).]

With the added emoji and the overly sweet “Brother,” no normal guy would refuse, right?

However, another rejection arrived, this time with an accompanying message.

[Yuan: I can’t keep up with new friends. The girls at N University already give me enough headaches; I’m not considering external friendships for now.]

Su Mian’s mouth twitched. ‘He’s so Versailles, utterly Versailles!’

Yet, recalling the classroom that was packed to the brim on the first day of school, he had to admit Xiao Moyuan had the capital to put on such airs.

Normally, he would have blocked and deleted the contact by now. But for the sake of his “s*x-change” endeavor, Su Mian gritted his teeth and pulled out his ultimate trump card.

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Brother Xiao, add me! I’m really pretty, I can send you photos and videos~]

After the message was sent, it was like a stone sinking into the sea. Just as Su Mian stayed up until midnight, his eyelids heavy with sleep, ready to give up—

Ding-ding-ding.

[The other party has accepted your friend request.]

Su Mian instantly perked up, a wave of triumph washing over him. ‘Hmph, as expected, no man can resist beauty!’

In the chat window, the other party remained as laconic as ever.

[Yuan: ?]

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Brother Xiao, I almost fell asleep waiting for you~]

[Yuan: You can sleep now too.]

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: But I want to chat with you, Brother.]

[Yuan: No need for chat. Just send the photos and videos directly.]

‘Heh, men.’ Su Mian rolled his eyes internally. But photos and videos… where was he supposed to get those?

Just as he was agonizing over whether to find some pictures online, a video call request suddenly popped up, startling Su Mian so much that his hand trembled, and he accidentally hit “accept.”

Fortunately, the camera defaulted to the rear-facing one, pointing at his own feet curled on the bed. The other side was completely dark, revealing no face.

“Nice feet.” A deep male voice came through his earphones, carrying a subtle hint of scrutiny.

“Let’s see the legs.”

That voice… was damn good to listen to, but the words were utterly scandalous! Su Mian’s heart tightened, and he instinctively pressed his legs together.

Luckily, he had a habit of sleeping with earphones on; otherwise, if his roommates had heard, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself.

He quickly muted his mic and typed.

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Brother, that’s so embarrassing… We’re not at that stage yet. Isn’t that something only couples do?]

He felt he had hinted clearly enough. Getting a “cyber-lover” title just for showing his legs seemed like a good deal.

[Yuan: Oh, quite reserved. If it’s inconvenient, forget it, I’ll delete you.]

‘???’

‘How can I play if he deletes me!’

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Wuwu, don’t delete me! Brother, can I just roll up my pant legs? I’m really a girl, I get shy…]

After typing, Su Mian, fearing the other party would change his mind, quickly rolled up the loose legs of his pajama pants to mid-thigh.

His legs were well-formed, with fair skin and even lines, and under the dim light of the bedside lamp, they even exuded a lustrous glow.

This time, the other end of the earphones fell into a long silence.

It lasted so long that Su Mian thought the connection was lagging, and he subconsciously bent and straightened his knee slightly towards the camera, the rounded kneecap glowing with a faint pink.

“Baby,” Xiao Moyuan’s voice sounded again, a few shades hoarser than before. This sudden intimate address sent a shiver through Su Mian, and a strange tingling sensation crept up his spine.

“Don’t stay in one position, try a few different angles.”

That voice… it felt as if it carried an electric current, making his ears go soft and a strange itch rise in his heart.

He forcibly suppressed this peculiar feeling, silently chanting ‘the bigger picture is more important’ in his mind, and clumsily changed the pose of his legs as requested.

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Brother, do I still need to pose? My legs are getting a bit sore~]

As soon as he sent this message, a faint, urgent, and suppressed breathing sound, mixed with the rustling of fabric, could be heard through his earphones.

Immediately after, there was a muffled gasp, as if it had escaped from deep within a throat.

With a “buzz,” the video call was abruptly disconnected.

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Brother? Why did you hang up?]

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Brother??]

The messages he sent were like stones sinking into the sea. In this inexplicable torment, Su Mian finally succumbed to drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.

***

The first thing he did upon waking the next morning was grab his phone. The chat interface still displayed his last message from the previous night. Xiao Moyuan hadn’t replied with a single word.

A strange sense of loss and anxiety welled up in his heart. ‘What did this guy mean?’

‘Did he just use me and then discard me (even though he only saw my legs)?’

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Good morning, Brother!]

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: What are you doing, Brother? You didn’t talk to me all night~]

Still, no one replied to his messages. Su Mian was gloomily tapping the screen, questioning his life, when the “The other party is typing…” prompt finally appeared at the top of the chat window.

His heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

[Yuan: ?]

‘Just a question mark? He’s acting aloof again!’

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Brother, why didn’t you talk to me all night? I missed you so much~]

After sending that, Su Mian himself got goosebumps.

[Yuan: Mm.]

‘Just an “Mm”?!’ Su Mian was practically going crazy.

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Brother is so cold. Didn’t my legs warm you up yesterday? (╥╯^╰╥)]

This time, the other party’s reply was surprisingly fast.

[Yuan: Mm. Then let’s see your legs again, the kind with black stockings.]

Su Mian: “…”

He looked at the line of text, his cheeks inexplicably flushing. Even though he was being challenged, his mind unseasonably flashed back to Xiao Moyuan’s husky voice and that alluring “baby” from last night.

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: If Brother wants to see… then, does this mean we’re dating?]

He held his breath, awaiting judgment. This time, Xiao Moyuan did not reply with a “?”.

[Yuan: Depends on your performance.]