Chapter 6: The Demon Slayer’s Trap and the Wildcat’s Dilemma

While Su Mian was consumed by his agitation, on the other side of the male dormitory, Xiao Moyuan leaned languidly against the balcony railing.

He had long since seen the leg photos sent by “Sweetheart Marshmallow” and, just as Su Mian suspected, was deliberately leaving the sender on read.

For online admirers who proactively sought him out, he had always lacked patience. After all, to him, it was merely a way to pass the boring hours, and he had no intention of staying at N University for long.

Indeed, Xiao Moyuan possessed another, more extraordinary identity: he was a demon slayer.

His reason for coming to N University was simple: a crucial lead regarding a top-tier demon had gone cold here.

To avoid tipping off his target, he had leveraged his connections to take the college entrance exam and enroll as a freshman.

The moment he uncovered the demon’s trail, he would withdraw from the university and depart. Thus, from the very beginning, he had no intentions of pursuing romance and had rejected all his eager suitors.

Yet, when those several messages, instantly retracted, popped up one after another, he subtly raised an eyebrow.

“Scumbag? Kidney deficiency?” he murmured, repeating the words. A playful curve touched his lips. ‘Beneath that sweet, docile exterior, a feisty little wildcat lurks.’

What truly piqued his interest was the background of the leg photo.

Though the main focus was on those long, fair legs, Xiao Moyuan’s sharp gaze had caught the familiar wall tile patterns and a corner of a desk at the edges. This was the standard setup for an N University dormitory.

This discovery instantly made the entire affair far more intriguing. Why would a girl from the same university pretend to be an outsider? Was her approach genuinely driven by affection, or did she harbor some ulterior motive?

Perhaps those retracted messages were a fleeting glimpse into her true personality.

Xiao Moyuan returned to his desk, enlarging the photo for a closer inspection.

Suddenly, his gaze fixated on a particular detail: just below the left collarbone, a small, vibrant red mole adorned the fair skin, like a speck of cinnabar against snow.

His eyes deepened. He etched this distinct feature firmly into his memory before silently saving the photo to an encrypted album.

“Sweetheart Marshmallow…” he softly uttered the sickly sweet ID. A predatory glint flickered in his eyes. ‘Since you want to play, I’ll indulge you.’

He picked up his phone once more, his long fingers tapping out a line of text on the screen:

[Yuan: Free to meet tonight?]

The sudden vibration of his phone made Su Mian jolt. When he saw the message content, he nearly sprang from his bed.

‘Meet? Are you kidding me! Wouldn’t everything be exposed then?’

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: But big brother, it’s too late now. Although I really want to see big brother, our dorm is already locked.]

He quickly concocted an excuse.

[Yuan: Tomorrow is fine too.]

The other party was relentless.

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: I have a full day of classes tomorrow.]

Su Mian’s palms began to sweat.

[Yuan: I’m free all week. You choose.]

Xiao Moyuan’s resolve was despair-inducing.

Su Mian froze on his bed, his mind racing, yet unable to conjure any plausible excuse to decline. After a long moment, his fingers trembled as he finally replied:

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Big brother, actually, I’m a bit timid, and I’m a girl. I don’t dare to meet you before we get to know each other better…]

[Yuan: If you’re timid, why have you been sending me leg photos every day for the past few days?]

The retort was sharp and incisive.

Su Mian was on the verge of tears, but he could only steel himself and continue fabricating.

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Didn’t big brother say he liked them… Besides, aren’t some people just like that—meek and timid in reality, but bold and aggressive online?]

After the message was sent, the chat interface fell into a prolonged silence. Just as Su Mian thought Xiao Moyuan had lost patience, a reply finally arrived:

[Yuan: I’m not entirely against an online relationship.]

[Yuan: But my girlfriend can’t be a riddle, someone whose face I don’t even know.]

[Yuan: Send me a photo without your face covered by this time tomorrow. That’s my bottom line.]

These three messages, like an ultimatum, utterly demolished Su Mian’s psychological defenses.

He stared at the words on the screen, his face slowly turning ashen.

‘A photo revealing his face? This was practically a death sentence!’

Just as he plunged into despair, his phone vibrated again.

[Yuan: Of course, if you don’t even have this much sincerity, then there’s no need for us to continue.]

‘A threat, a blatant threat!’

Su Mian collapsed onto the bed in despair, shielding his eyes with his arm. He finally understood the true meaning of “playing with fire and getting burned.”

Meanwhile, Xiao Moyuan watched the silent chat interface with satisfaction. He had set his trap, and now he merely waited for that cunning little wildcat to leap into it herself.

***

This time, Su Mian did not rush to reply. He was deep in thought.

‘It’s an online relationship anyway, so why not send a picture from the internet?’

‘What kind of online relationship doesn’t use internet pictures!’

Just as this thought surfaced, his phone rang again.

[Yuan: Also, a reminder: don’t even think about using internet pictures or sending me photos of your friends. I recognize your legs, so tomorrow’s photo must include them.]

‘Damn, does this guy have mind-reading abilities?’

‘He saw right through me, even through the screen. That’s truly terrifying.’

At this moment, Su Mian found himself in an impossible predicament. His obsession with revenge, coupled with a reckless “what the hell” impulse, ultimately triumphed over his reason.

[Sweetheart Marshmallow: Big brother, then when I’m free tomorrow, I’ll get all dressed up before sending you the photo. I want to leave a good first impression on big brother.]

[Yuan: Alright, just send the selfie tomorrow.]

Su Mian glanced at the pile of packages overflowing in his wardrobe. He hadn’t expected the emergency supplies to come in handy so soon.

Perhaps this counted as his foresight.

As for makeup, he didn’t think it would be too difficult.

On weekdays, he occasionally paused when he scrolled past makeup tutorial videos; they always seemed quite simple.

Tomorrow, he would just find a video, learn, and apply. Conveniently, the makeup set he bought was all recommended by a particular blogger who also had tutorial videos.

With identical makeup products, learning to apply them would be much easier, and he wouldn’t have to worry about finding the right colors or tools.

The next day, Su Mian specifically asked his roommates for their class schedules. He chose an opportune moment to feign illness and take leave, then returned to his dorm to prepare for sending the photo to Xiao Moyuan.

After inquiring, he was relieved that all his roommates had classes that afternoon.

Su Mian simply cleared the entire afternoon for sick leave.

Once his roommates had left, Su Mian walked to the mirror, his hands trembling as he slowly removed his thick, black-framed glasses. Then, he gently brushed his overly long bangs back from his forehead.

In the mirror, a completely different face was instantly reflected.

His skin was fair, his features so delicate they bordered on dazzling. His eyes, misted with nervousness, had a subtle upward slant at the corners, carrying an unconscious allure.

Even without makeup, his current appearance was that of a top-tier beauty.

However, if he didn’t use makeup to alter some of his facial characteristics, relying only on glasses and those eye-obscuring bangs, he genuinely worried about the day Xiao Moyuan might discover his true identity.

Of course, in addition to applying makeup today, he also had to specifically change into the JK uniform and wig he had purchased in advance.

Only after ensuring his dorm room door was securely closed did Su Mian begin to change his clothes.

As he prepared to change, a strange sensation welled up within him, causing his breathing to involuntarily quicken.

‘Why did he feel an inexplicable thrill about secretly changing into women’s clothes in his dorm while his roommates were out?’