Lin Ru ru always thought Jiang Wang was a lofty flower meant to be admired from afar. Then, on the day they both revealed their true identities, she discovered an encrypted folder on Jiang Wang’s personal computer. The password was her birthday. Inside were recordings of all her livestreams. He’d even turned a song she’d casually hummed off-key into a track on repeat.
Lin Ruru: ...I thought you were supposed to be a cold, aloof top student?
Jiang Wang: If I weren’t aloof, how would I lure you into my absolute domain?
