Chapter 2The Roommate Trap

Returning to the dorm at night, the other two roommates were gone, out for a competition.

In this dorm, I'm the only one with a different major.

Blake's cast-covered leg was resting on a small stool beside him.

So long.

I sincerely lamented.

"Back?" He looked at me with fierce eyes, tone flat.

I took off my T-shirt in front of him, deliberately revealing my upper body.

The more he hates men, the more I want to disgust him.

"Yeah." I threw the T-shirt on the chair, grabbed clean clothes, and prepared to shower.

When I passed behind him, I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to glance at me sideways.

But I didn't care, went into the bathroom to shower, and came out wearing pajamas and sports shorts, humming a song while washing the clothes I took off.

What I didn't know was that Blake leaned back, looking up towards me on the balcony.

His gaze fell on my legs.

The exposed calves were straight and slender.

Further up, the knees were flushed red.

As I hung the clothes and turned around, Blake had already withdrawn his gaze almost imperceptibly.

His features are deep and three-dimensional, eyes exquisite and sharp. He's a certified hottie, just looks very cold and hard to mess with.

I pouted.

Just wait until you cry.

After getting into bed and pulling the curtains, I started bombing him with messages.

[Hubby, miss you so much. Want to sleep on your abs tonight!] [Oops, typo. Sleep on hubby's abs photo!] [Licking the screen tonight, slurp slurp—]

He video called directly. It was on mute, so I hung up.

[Sob sob sob, roommates are in the dorm, can't answer the call baby~]

Blake: [The package will arrive tomorrow.]

Meaning he wants to see leg photos.

I hummed quietly, seriously suspecting Blake has a leg fetish.

No, he's just a perv.

But there are quite a few people who like this guy, both men and women. If I weren't bold enough, I might not have hooked him.

But it proves that even handsome men can't resist temptation. Heh! Men.

After thinking about it, I turned on the desk lamp, took out a slip dress I had worn before from the storage basket on the bedside table, and put it on my legs.

I reached out a hand and grabbed the fabric of the dress hard. In the camera, my fingers were slender and bony, grabbing the fabric at the thigh position hard, then releasing.

A short three-second video, sent with a filter.

[What to do? My hand is out of control, want to grab hubby's ab~s~]

"F***!"

I heard a low growl from Blake's bed.

I was overjoyed inside.

Laughing, I collapsed on the bed. Trying to control the noise, my legs wrapped in the slip dress flopped in the air like a fish out of water.

The next day, I received the package. I went to the other university to pick it up, sweating all over, so I simply booked an hourly room. Opening the package... wow.

This dress is actually quite nice. It's a creamy white princess dress, length to the thigh.

A bit glossy but not exaggerated, good texture. Will I really become a little princess wearing it?

I was amused by my own thoughts.

But I have to say, the size was a close call. Almost couldn't zip it up. Looking at it this way, my waist looked even thinner.

Thinner? I felt like I could barely breathe.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. I hurried over to open it. It was my friend, Sarah. Seeing me dressed like this...

She said "Holy crap" several times: "You you you..."

"Cut the crap, come take some photos of me."

She brought a wig and put it on me. Her hands were itching to work, and after begging, I agreed to let her do simple makeup on me.

Finally, we took photos of my back, profile, and figure. After slight editing, a beautiful girl with waist-length hair appeared. Even looking closely, my mom wouldn't recognize me.

Sarah drooled: "Wuwuwu, Logan, you're so beautiful."

I waved my hand: "Average, average. You're beautiful too. Come here, let me take some photos of you."

So Sarah also got some beautiful photos.