Haoyu raised a brow at her, clearly amused. "So you're just using him?"
Qingran zipped her bag shut with a little more force than necessary. "Not use. Collaborate. He knows things I don't. And if we're going to get through this, I need every advantage I can get."
"Right. Collaborate," Haoyu echoed, smiling behind the rim of his water bottle. "I'll pretend I didn't hear the part where he's not your boyfriend but also clearly is."
Qingran shot him a look. "Don't start." If Feng Yizhou heard that he would probably feel hurt.
Lotus, who had now curled up on the bed with his tail wrapped like a scarf around his nose, let out a loud sigh. [Humans and your feelings. So messy. This is why systems don't date.]
Lingquan, still perched on the windowsill, gave a smug flick of his ear. [Not all systems. I've had many hosts who—]
"No"Qingran cut him off, standing up. "Don't finish that sentence."
