My Poor Little Sidekick Can't Possibly Be a Prince

Ever since Fang Yu turned eighteen, he'd been constantly on edge, afraid someone might suddenly get too close to him. While everyone else went to college to make friends, he went to college and kept to himself.

He ate alone, went to class alone, and played games alone. If anyone stood within three feet of him, he'd grow suspicious, afraid they were up to no good.

Then one day, for some reason, his roommate switched rooms with someone else. On his first day, the new roommate brought Fang Yu food, wiped down his desk, made his bed, and did his laundry.

It couldn't be him, could it? That guy was a prince, after all. What kind of prince was so good at these chores?

Fang Yu: "Explain yourself. What exactly are you after?"

Bai Huan: "Well, you look pampered and spend money freely, so you must be some rich family's young master, right? My family is poor. How about I take care of your food and daily needs, and you give me some spending money?"

Fang Yu: "???"

Huh? I guess I could go for that!

Until one day, he accidentally overheard his classmates talking.

A: "I heard Fang Yu from the finance department is keeping Bai Huan from the physics department."

B: "Huh? No way. Isn't Bai Huan always cold to everyone, acting like we're all stupid Earthlings?"

A: "It's true. Someone tried to pursue Fang Yu, and Bai Huan said so himself. Rich people really are no good."

Fang Yu: "??? We're just in a purely financial arrangement!"

A prince from an alien planet pretending to be poor, clingy top x A half-Earthling bottom, a delicate flower kept by his sugar daddy

This is the son story to the previous short story,