Gina glanced at Wendy, then at Asher.Late September, early autumn, on a warm and sunny afternoon, sunlight spilled over the vibrant green lawn.The handsome, charismatic star player and the beautiful, gentle college girl locked eyes from afar, finding each other precisely amidst the chaotic scene. It could almost be called the most romantic moment on a university campus in autumn.But sorry, Gina thought, she had to call "cut" director-style and interrupt this mo
Or perhaps... she was leaning against the windowsill, her upper body fully clothed, everything normal except that her face was unnaturally flushed, as if she were admiring the vibrant spring scenery outside.But beneath her, there was a beast that could never be satisfied.She couldn't let herself think about it anymore.Wendy buried her head in the sheets, trying to hide her increasingly rapid breathing.That time, no matter how badly she wanted to close her legs, she couldn't—his hands were forcefully prying them apart."Wendy, are you cold?" Asher's voice was calm. "You've been trembling.""Mmm, it's okay," Wendy whispered. "I'll control it."How humiliating. He had no feelings for her at all, yet here she was, lost in wild thoughts, reacting so intensely.But maybe it was for the best. At least it confirmed yet again, and again, and again—that Asher felt nothing for her.Gradually, drowsiness washed over her again, and Wendy fell asleep.Hearing the familiar breathing behind him,
If a conversation like this were to happen at Lightning's gym—if some clueless young player ever complained to him after tiring himself out during heavy reps:"You probably think I'm useless, right? You're thinking, 'What's so heavy about this?' Fine, I'm not coming next time!"He wouldn't even bother responding, at most letting out a cold laugh: "Then get out."Wendy had mentioned the hairdryer issue twice when she first arrived, but since there were always more important things to do right after drying her hair, she ultimately forgot to buy a new one. Later, when Asher started drying her hair for her, it was no longer her problem, so she never brought it up again."Asher, did you buy a new hairdryer? If there's a new one, then there's no need to trouble..."Before Wendy could finish her sentence, Asher bent down and pulled the bulky old one out from the drawer. Wendy fell silent and obediently sat down at the desk.It had been so long since they'd done this. At first, Wendy was a bi
As soon as Wendy stepped into the bathroom, she spotted the electric razor she had given Asher resting on the vanity.Back when they were dating, she loved helping him clean up his stubble on mornings after their intimate moments.Unlike many players who were burly and slovenly in character, Asher paid a lot of attention to his appearance because of all the attention he received. After sweating during training, he always showered and changed into clean clothes. Even if he didn't style his hair meticulously, being neat and tidy was a must. That's why it was rare for others to see him with unshaven stubble.Except for her.She loved making him look clean and fresh, rubbing her palms along his sharp jawline, then using her warmed hands to caress his Adam's apple.She'd leave hickeys on Asher, sometimes deliberately near his Adam's apple.Like when he was upset about something else and happened to be ignoring her.For instance, once, two teammates got into a drunken brawl at a party. Ashe
Asher's dorm building was the best-equipped and best-laid-out residence hall on campus, specifically reserved for student athletes on full scholarships. Naturally, it was very close to the Lightning team base and the gymnasium, with two cafeterias nearby.Compared to Gina's dorm building, this place got busier as the night grew later.Many students who had just returned from workouts or had late-night snacks at the cafeteria were all looking in the same direction.Rubbing their eyes—were they seeing things?That guy under the streetlight, holding a girl and coaxing her persistently—was that the pivotal player who controlled the game's momentum this afternoon, their quarterback... Asher Voss?It was him. Who else could it be?The man who held the black-haired girl tighter with a look of panic every time she tried to push him away—if it wasn't him, then who?Though it was truly the first time they had seen such care an
Wendy had been to Asher's dorm many times.So many times that even with her eyes closed, she knew exactly how many steps to climb, that she needed to turn right after the stairs, but to be careful—to watch out for the green leafy plant there.But this was the first time, during the school term, that the two of them were walking openly and without pretense on the way to his dorm."Did you see on Instagram? Tonight at the bar...""Asher's ex-girlfriend..."All the way, Wendy endured a mix of curious and suggestive glances.Blushing, Wendy quietly looked up at the man beside her. He had given her his jacket. On this late autumn night, with the temperature dropping across campus, he wore a light blue short-sleeved shirt, hands in his pockets. Following the line of his body down, the muscles in his arms were firm and well-defined.But that wasn't the focus of Wendy's attention. The key point was his complete indifference to the vario