The aloof campus heartthrob sent me another photo of his abs. I couldn't help myself: Hello, do you know you've sent this to the wrong person again? He replied instantly: It's been a week. Aren't you going to ask who it was meant for? Afraid of embarrassing him, I hurriedly typed: It's fine. I'll just pretend I didn't see anything. But inside, I was terrified. Terrified he'd discover my secret crush, my daily screen-licking, my stalking. So I put on a brave face, deliberately parading around with my childhood friend. Until the day Julian found my secret basement. With the cage. And the wall full of whips and shackles. Julian's face darkened: "You want to lock me up? You even bought a cage?" Scared out of my wits, I stammered, pathetic and dark: "I-I'm sorry, don't worry, I won't—" Julian's eyes suddenly reddened, and he crawled straight into the cage. "I knew it! I'm younger than him, hotter than him, body better than his. You definitely like me more!" "Imprison me! Imprison me right now!" "Sob... finally! I'm finally getting a title! No more being the secret side piece!" Huh? When did he become my side piece? Why didn't I know about this? 1 I received another abs photo from Julian. Compared to the previous six, this angle was killer. It was even a Live Photo. Shot from above, shirtless. Under the taut, thin muscles, veins snaked from his waist down to his abdomen. In the last frame of the Live Photo, he suddenly flexed, everything disappearing into the loose gray sweatpants. Gone. What a pity. I gulped audibly. Terrified he'd realize his mistake and unsend it, I quickly saved it to my favorites. Compared to my shock seven days ago, I was now a seasoned pro. Open photo. Zoom in. Finally, fixate on the spot just below Julian's navel. There was a small red mole. So sexy. Looked so kissable. I couldn't help but click my tongue. How could a man exist who stomped so precisely on all my preferences? Pale skin, high nose, thin lips. Clothed, his face was cold and ascetic, unapproachable. Clothes off, he was a soul-stealing fox demon. Sadly, this fox demon didn't belong to me. Not only did he not belong to me, Julian didn't even know me. We weren't in the same major; our classes were far apart. It was love at first sight, entirely one-sided. But I'm a creep. I only dared to stalk him like a little mouse, picking up scraps of information. Julian was great, except he was a bit scatterbrained. Once he even lost a thousand dollars in cash. Lucky I was stalking him, or someone else would have gotten it. Just as I'd been stalking him for a month, summer break started. Finally, school started again. I spent fifty bucks to buy Julian's new class schedule and copied it for myself. I got the contact from the campus forum; the guy was reliable. Julian was famously hard to run into. I only managed to stalk him thanks to this guy. Even his WeChat contact I only got because he was in a good mood during an elective class and added the whole group. After all, I'm a pervert who has a crush on Julian. No one wants to be obsessed over by a pervert. I stared at the chat box. Julian's status kept showing "Typing..." Disappearing, reappearing, disappearing again. Makes sense. Sending abs photos to a stranger for seven days straight. Anyone would be embarrassed. So I took the initiative. Hello, do you know you've sent this to the wrong person again? Polite enough, right? Normal enough? The "Typing..." status disappeared. After a long while. Julian replied with a single: ? Brief, distant, cold. Guessed it. Afraid of embarrassing him, I hurriedly typed: It's fine. I'll just pretend I didn't see anything. This time, Julian replied fast. Julian: It's been a week. Aren't you going to ask who it was meant for? Ask? How rude would that be? I was considerate: Julian, that's your private business. It's okay. Julian stopped replying completely. Awkwardness resolved. I rolled around on my bed. How can there be such an understanding, good person like me in this world~ Thinking this, I rolled off the bed. Went down to the basement, opened the notebook on the desk. Started writing. September 14, 2025. Julian sent abs photos to another woman again. Why is he so sltty? Can't he control himself?* Since he can't, I should just lock him up. But if I lock him up, Julian will definitely be angry. How can I keep him locked up without making him angry~ So annoying. 2 After writing, I flipped back through the diary. Suddenly realized I hadn't stalked Julian since school started. I'd been so busy helping my childhood friend, Liam, with his racing club that I neglected such important business. I quickly logged into my alt account, ready to buy Julian's schedule for tomorrow from that guy. As soon as I logged in. My phone started pinging like crazy. I opened the chat. The earliest message was from 11 days ago. Z: You there? School started. Z: Julian's schedule, you want it? Z: Julian's schedule is hot property. If you don't want it, I'm selling to someone else. Z: 4 days, why no reply? Don't need it anymore? Z: Saw Julian working out today. Body is insane. Z: Sneaked a pic. Want to see? 5 bucks. Z: Forget it, free. Want to see? Z: No reply, busy lately? Z: Or you think 10 bucks is too expensive? Z: How about 1 buck? Z: Why still no reply? It's been days. Can't even spare a dollar? [Sad Cat jpg] Latest message, 11:21 PM. 4 minutes ago. Z: You don't like Julian anymore, do you? It hasn't been that long! You heartless player! [Crying Cat jpg] I replied quickly: No, I've been busy lately. Can I still buy Julian's schedule for tomorrow? Instant reply: Z: Finally willing to reply! Z: Not selling! I don't do business with players! You don't like Julian at all! Me: I do! Guaranteed like! Z: Then say it, what do you like about him! I froze. This guy could get Julian's schedule and sneak pics of him working out; he must be close to Julian. I couldn't tell him I was after Julian's face and body. That I not only wanted to sleep with him but also imprison him. He'd definitely realize I'm a pervert and tell Julian, maybe even call the cops. I took a deep breath, typing fast: I like that he's tall, handsome, and rich. Yeah, that sounds appropriate. No girl dislikes rich and handsome guys. But the guy didn't seem satisfied with my answer. No reply for ages. I probed: Hello? Still there? Selling? Z: 100. Me: ??? Wasn't it 1 buck? Z: 100, take it or leave it. [Cold Cat jpg] Fine, 100 it is. I gritted my teeth: Deal. 3 That 100 bucks was well spent. The next afternoon, I secretly followed Julian to the library. I loved crowded places like this; hard to be detected. Julian chose a window seat. I held my book high to cover my face, peeking at him. Julian looked different today. Sunlight hit his face perfectly. Usually his wrist was bare, but today he wore a Patek Philippe, fully exposed. The library was quiet, just the sound of pages turning. Sitting there, I started dozing off. In my haze, I seemed to hear a voice through gritted teeth. "Student Jiang." Someone tapped my desk lightly. I opened my eyes. Julian was squatting by my legs. That devastatingly handsome face appeared suddenly before my eyes. I leaned back in panic, stuttering: "W-what's up?" Julian pointed at the book in my hand. "That's the last copy in the library. Can I borrow it for a look?" I stared at Julian's lips, not hearing a word. Only knew he was so close. His lips looked so soft, so kissable. Smelled so good too, like money. Julian rested his chin on his hands on the desk, looking up at me, expression cool: "Can I?" So seductive. I gulped uselessly: "O-of course." Julian took the book and stood up. I stared at his profile. Got the book, he should be leaving now. I suddenly felt a sense of loss. Next second, scrape. Julian pulled out a chair, skipping one seat from me, and sat down. My heart started pounding instantly. Seeing me still staring. Julian turned, voice cool: "Student Jiang, do you have something to say to me?" "No!" I turned away immediately, covering my face with my hand. This was the first time I was this close to him. His scent drifted over faintly. Making my mouth dry, cheeks burning. "Student Jiang." Third time he called me today! Sounds so good! If I locked him to a bed, he'd surely sound even better. I took a deep breath, afraid he'd see my perverted thoughts, smiling: "What is it?" Julian looked at me, still that cool, aloof look I liked best. But he leaned forward, Adam's apple bobbing. "Do you really have nothing you want to say to me?" 4 I froze. Say what? About the abs photos? I explained hurriedly: "Julian, I really pretended I didn't see those photos, don't worry." Julian seemed unhappy: "I'm not talking about that." I was confused. If not that, then what? Julian looked at me for a few seconds. Suddenly stood up. "Come out for a second. I have something to say." My heart jumped. Out? Why go out? Can't say it here? Not the photos... did he discover I was stalking him? My brain was a mess, but my body honestly followed Julian out of the reading room. The hallway was empty. I looked at Julian, heart in my throat. "Chloe Jiang." "Here!" Julian's throat moved. "I don't like people playing games behind my back." My heart sank rapidly. Done for. Julian definitely found out. He's warning me. After all, no one wants to be liked by a stalker. Seeing no reaction, "Chloe, do you understand what I mean?" My heart felt like a crushed soda can in a recycling plant. I pinched my fingers. "I understand, Julian." Julian's eyes lit up instantly. I wanted to die even more. He really hates me. Julian cleared his throat, expression unnatural: "Since that's the case, we—" "Julian, don't worry!" I took a deep breath and interrupted him, swearing to the heavens. "From now on I will absolutely not disturb you again, and absolutely won't have any improper thoughts about you!" Julian's hand reaching into his pocket froze, pupils shrinking: "What did you say?!"
? Continue the story here ?? ? Download the "MotoNovel" app ? search for "388244", and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel