Trapped in Paradise

Chapter 222

Around 1 p.m., the four of them (Lily, Yan Xinya, Ning Chu, and Wen Yang) got off the bus through the back door, carrying large bags and suitcases.

Yan Xinya clutched a suitcase in her left hand and a bundled-up quilt in her right as she darted forward, eagerly scanning the village by the roadside. The tail behind her swayed so fast it left afterimages. "Where is it? Where is it?"

She couldn't wait to see Ning Chu and Wen Yang’s so-called "love nest".

"Calm down."

Ning Chu, however, showed no expression. Her gaze remained lowered as her mind lingered on whether Zhang Shaoqing had already figured out her true gender.

When she went back to pack up her things, that guy had acted completely normal, just like always—throwing a few sarcastic comments her way, asking why she was moving out, then going right back to playing his game.

But the problem was, the tampons had been left scattered in the wardrobe. He must have seen them.

She had panicked when the dorm supervisor stopped her.

She really should’ve let Wen Yang go upstairs to find her student ID instead...

Then again, she was bound to be found out sooner or later. Now that she had moved out, at least she didn't have to worry about her storyline unfolding exactly like in the novel.Even if, theoretically, she ended up offering herself to the male lead in the bathroom, at least it would be in the rented apartment’s bathroom. In the later stages of the plot, the villain wouldn't shamelessly barge in and move in with her, forcing her into the same dilemma as in the book, right?

...That still didn’t seem like a great outcome.

Could she even handle Wen Yang alone?

Ning Chu led the group to her new place.

As soon as she unlocked the door, Yan Xinya couldn’t wait to squeeze inside.

"It’s so small~ It’s about the same size as my bedroom."

Stepping into the room, she placed her luggage on the desk by the bay window and commented, "Still, this isn't bad. A place like this costs 700 a month—not including utilities."

"So expensive!"

Lily sat down obediently on the couch, keeping her legs together like a proper lady and resting her hands on her lap. She sniffed the air but didn’t detect any lingering, ambiguous scent of musk. Her gaze quickly darted toward the only trash can in the room.

There was still some junk from the previous night, but no condoms.

Ah, she realized. So Wen Yang was even worse than she thought.

‘He’s all looks but no action.’