The dormitory at the prestigious school has four-person rooms, double rooms, and single rooms.

Qi Jing has a single room.

The annual accommodation fee equals to his mother's yearly income.

He doesn't live at the school; the dormitory is only used for his afternoon rest, with not many items inside.

He doesn't have a cross-dressing fetish, so naturally, he doesn't have clothes I can wear.

When I came out wearing the bathrobe he threw at me, he hadn't left yet.

The bathrobe was big, nothing exposed.

But his gaze was heavy, making me sit properly.

The noise of the hairdryer was very hypnotic.

His fingers ran through my hair, occasionally pressing on my scalp.

I lay on the table, feeling drowsy.

The last memory was him turning off the hairdryer and calling my name a few times.

I was too tired, half asleep, not sure what I replied to him.

I just remember him carrying me to bed.