After the five of them happily finished dinner, Qin Yan and Song Qiuyao sent the girls back to their respective dormitories. By the time they returned, it was already half past ten.

Qin Yan looked at the weary face of Song Qiuyao and said sympathetically, "It's getting late, go take a bath quickly."

Song Qiuyao shook her head and said, "......you go ahead. I usually take a long time to shower. If you wait for me to finish, the food will be cold."

He looked at Qin Yan, who also had a tired expression after working hard all day, and decisively refused.

Qin Yan's thin lips slightly curled as he raised an eyebrow and said, "How about we do it together?"

A faint flush appeared on Song Qiuyao's handsome face, and his ears started to feel warm: "........ No... no way."

These days, every time Song Qiuyao sees Qin Yan taking a shower, he can't help but indulge in fantasies of Qin Yan inviting him to join. Just the thought of Qin Yan undressing, revealing his muscular and slender body, is enough to make Song Qiuyao's mouth dry and his heart restless. If they were to shower together, wouldn't that mean he would be exposing himself in front of his male god and that his male god would be able to see him in all his glory?

Qin Yan looked at Song Qiuyao, who seemed a bit awkward and uncomfortable. He thought it was because Song Qiuyao had encountered too many unsuccessful same-sex relationships in the past, so he tended to overthink when interacting with people of the same gender, feeling a bit shy.

Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Song Qiuyao's mind was filled with Qin Yan's appearance during the day's rehearsal. He felt that Qin Yan danced even better than those male game characters on Bilibili's MMD. It was a contradictory and sensual feeling, with a touch of restrained beauty.

Throughout the whole day today, not only did Qin Yan have to take care of the emotions and physical abilities of several girls, but he also had to take care of himself, who didn't know anything. During this period of time, he had a relatively clear understanding of things. Although Yang Shiqing was the president, with Qin Yan as the vice-president, he was actually the backbone of the entire club. Even though Qin Yan had said last time that he was only responsible for rehearsals and didn't want to deal with anything else, in the end, he still took care of everyone in all aspects.

Although everyone usually likes to mock Qin Yan's black hands in a joking manner without any scruples, it is evident during critical moments that they actually respect and rely on Qin Yan a lot. They usually prioritize and even follow Qin Yan's arrangements.

Most of the time, they call Qin Yan "Qin Shen," so it seems that in their hearts, Qin Yan is like a male deity.

Most of the members in the club are girls, and privately Qin Yan also takes care of them a lot. Such an outstanding and handsome young man, I'm sure there are many girls in the club who like him.

Who will Qin Yan like? Lin Xian? Or President Sister?

Although Lin Xian is usually carefree and always banters with Qin Yan, it is evident that she greatly trusts him. Whenever Qin Yan has a suggestion or makes a decision, she immediately listens to his opinion. This time, for the impromptu welcome activity, Lin Xian also sought Qin Yan's help right away, wanting to hear his thoughts and plans.

Although Qin Yan often complains about Lin Xian, he always argues with a smile on his face. Whenever they "quarrel," Qin Yan is jokingly playful. When they chat, Qin Yan is always happy, often being teased by Lin Xian to the point of losing his cool aura.

The two of them were simply a pair of quarrelsome yet sweet enemies, the more they fought, the sweeter it became.

And when President Jiejie and Qin Yan are together, it becomes a quintessential combination of exceptionally good-looking man and woman. One is a male god, the other is a goddess.

Moreover, the president of the club entrusts most of the club's affairs to President Qin Yan, leaving her free to focus on her stunning appearance. Occasionally, Qin Yan also acts as her photographer and handles post-production work.

Thinking about this, Song Qiuyao felt a sense of uneasiness in her heart. The male god was too outstanding, to the point that now she saw everyone as potential rivals! Waiting online! Urgent!

After finishing her bath, Qin Yan came out and saw Song Qiuyao with a dejected expression, slumping on the table lost in thought. She walked over and gently ruffled his hair.

"Feeling tired? Or is there something uncomfortable?" Qin Yan asked as he gently touched his forehead.

Song Qiuyao shook his head without saying a word. He stood up and picked up his clothes before heading to the shower.

He kept cursing himself in his heart, thinking how ridiculous and pretentious he was being. After all, he was not someone important to Qin Yan. What right did he have to concern himself with who Qin Yan liked or who he was with? But the more he questioned himself like this, the more uncomfortable and suffocated he felt inside.

After washing, the warm water still couldn't wash away the gloom in Song Qiuyao's heart.

When Song Qiuyao came out of the bathroom, his damp hair was still hanging on his cheeks, dripping with water. Qin Yan stood up and directly took off his own upper body pajamas, covering Song Qiuyao's head, and then pulled him to sit on his own bed to dry his hair.

Qin Yan: "Sleeping with wet hair can easily lead to catching a cold the next day."

On Qin Yan's pajamas, there still lingered his warmth, and when it covered Song Qiuyao's hair, he could still smell the clean and pleasant scent of his pajamas. They shared the same bag of laundry detergent and the same bottle of shower gel, yet Song Qiuyao still felt that Qin Yan's scent was different from his own.

Qin Yan gently massaged his scalp through his clothes, and Song Qiuyao felt so comfortable that his eyes squinted. All his gloomy feelings were swept away.

Who cares who he likes anyway? After all, Qin Yan has never been in a relationship, and besides, he hasn't personally told anyone that he has a crush on someone. Let's just assume he doesn't like anyone at all. For now, the person he spends the most time with and is closest to is himself, and that's enough.

After partially drying Song Qiuyao's hair, Qin Yan took out a hairdryer from the drawer and plugged it into the socket by the bedside. He adjusted the hairdryer to the warm and gentle air setting, then gently combed through Song Qiuyao's hair with his fingers, gradually drying it strand by strand.

Qin Yan touched Song Qiuyao's hair and leaned in, sniffing hard with his nose: "Hmm, it smells really good."

Since a while ago, a strange sensation has been spreading from Song Qiuyao's chest. He wants to know the answer, so Song Qiuyao squints his eyes and looks at Qin Yan, who is facing away from him and repositioning the hairdryer, and asks,

"Qin Yan, why are you so good to me."

Qin Yan turned around and walked up to Song Qiuyao, smiling mysteriously as he said, "Because you deserve me treating you so well."

Song Qiuyao asked again, "Are you this kind to everyone?"

Qin Yan: "Of course not, I only treat the people around me well."

Song Qiuyao: "......"

Song Qiuyao actually wanted to ask, "Who else is with you?" But if she were to continue asking this question, the topic would become too ambiguous.

He was afraid he would hear an answer he didn't want to hear, so he decided to keep quiet and attentively examine Qin Yan's figure.

Qin Yangguang's upper body is bare, without an ounce of excess fat. His strong chest is well-built, with muscular and developed abdominal muscles. Every feature is perfectly proportioned and healthy.

So, Song Qiuyao reached out his devilish claws and swiftly moved them from top to bottom, giving a quick touch before squinting his eyes and smacking his lips, saying, "Tsk tsk, such a great figure, I'm jealous and envious."

Qin Yan: "........"

Many years later, Song Qiuyao recalled the present conversation. If her past self had asked Qin Yan just now, "Who else is with you?"

Qin Yan answered him without hesitation, "No. The only person beside me is you."

The people around me, have always only been you.

Only you!"