My Landlord’s Hidden Camera in Our Bathroom - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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In the days that followed, Luna Valentine started showing up more often—like she belonged there.
She'd pour out her dreams to me, along with all the uncertainty weighing on her.
She admitted she'd taken the college entrance exams months back but hadn't made the cut.
Then, hesitantly, she told me about some guy who'd been chasing after her. She was too scared to say yes—didn't trust men not to lie to her.
My life feels like one long fog, she said, with no way out.
At first, I kept it formal—Luna Valentine this, Luna Valentine that.
But before I even realized it, she was calling me Brother Qing like it was the most natural thing in the world.
One evening, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along the riverbank in the park.
Was this a date? I couldn't tell.
Luna bought us both sundaes and fed me the first spoonful herself.
First time trying New York-style desserts, she said.
For one reason or another, she'd never had the chance before.
Her eyes curved into crescents, shining like the moon—impossible to look away from.
When she finished the last bite of her sundae, she suddenly threw her arms around me.
This is sweeter than anything I've ever tasted back home.
My instincts screamed at me to stay sharp.
But something deeper whispered—she's not faking this.
I didn't know which voice to listen to.
Before today, my only interest had been waiting to see how this girl would finally make her move.
When that day came, I'd be ready. I'd counter it.
After all, once the game was over, she'd be useless to me.
But now, under the neon glow, watching Luna dash ahead, gripping my hand like she'd never let go—I felt dizzy.
Suddenly, I didn't care what her angle was.
I'd once drowned in despair because I couldn't see through people.
But right now?
I didn't want to see through this eighteen-year-old girl.
She'd pour out her dreams to me, along with all the uncertainty weighing on her.
She admitted she'd taken the college entrance exams months back but hadn't made the cut.
Then, hesitantly, she told me about some guy who'd been chasing after her. She was too scared to say yes—didn't trust men not to lie to her.
My life feels like one long fog, she said, with no way out.
At first, I kept it formal—Luna Valentine this, Luna Valentine that.
But before I even realized it, she was calling me Brother Qing like it was the most natural thing in the world.
One evening, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along the riverbank in the park.
Was this a date? I couldn't tell.
Luna bought us both sundaes and fed me the first spoonful herself.
First time trying New York-style desserts, she said.
For one reason or another, she'd never had the chance before.
Her eyes curved into crescents, shining like the moon—impossible to look away from.
When she finished the last bite of her sundae, she suddenly threw her arms around me.
This is sweeter than anything I've ever tasted back home.
My instincts screamed at me to stay sharp.
But something deeper whispered—she's not faking this.
I didn't know which voice to listen to.
Before today, my only interest had been waiting to see how this girl would finally make her move.
When that day came, I'd be ready. I'd counter it.
After all, once the game was over, she'd be useless to me.
But now, under the neon glow, watching Luna dash ahead, gripping my hand like she'd never let go—I felt dizzy.
Suddenly, I didn't care what her angle was.
I'd once drowned in despair because I couldn't see through people.
But right now?
I didn't want to see through this eighteen-year-old girl.
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