Forget it.
The best way to overcome fear is to face it head-on.
Come on, let’s do this!
Lin Sheng cheered himself up in his heart, then slowly opened the door a crack.
He peeked inside.
Hmm, isn’t this just a normal room?
Lin Sheng felt a bit disappointed.
Why was Lien so worried about an ordinary room?
But since it looked fine, Lin Sheng relaxed a lot and boldly stepped inside.
He started observing the room said to be Serveyia’s.
The room wasn’t large, and there wasn’t much furniture.
But that was normal.
After all, Serveyia usually stayed with him, so she didn’t need much furniture.
The few pieces present looked tidy but gave off the feeling that they hadn’t been used for a long time.
Except for the Collection Cabinet in the corner.
Lin Sheng’s instincts told him that this cabinet was the biggest secret in the room.
What kind of things could be inside?
Lin Sheng still remembered—back when Yandere Literature was all the rage—what you might find in such a cabinet were everyday items of your own: cups, chopsticks, straws, maybe even some of your hair if things got extreme.
But Lin Sheng clearly remembered that he’d never lost those things.
Plus, given Serveyia’s personality, she really didn’t fit the yandere type.
So there probably shouldn’t be anything strange in this cabinet.
At least, that’s what Lin Sheng thought before he saw what was inside.
After seeing the contents, he realized he was still too naive.
So, what exactly did our Lin Sheng see in the cabinet?
He saw stockings.
All of them were stockings he’d worn before.
Every pair had been carefully cleaned and folded, with sticky notes marking the date they’d been changed.
It seemed he’d never paid attention to where his stockings went after taking them off each day.
After all, he had so many, and Serveyia always picked which pair he wore.
He couldn’t even distinguish the subtle differences between them, so he left it all to Serveyia.
Who would’ve thought—Serveyia, she actually stole them!
How should he put it?
Lin Sheng really couldn’t describe how he felt seeing this level of meticulousness.
Normally, he’d think it was perverted.
But honestly, to go this far—Lin Sheng felt Serveyia was amazing.
In all sorts of ways.
So, what should he do now?
Pretend he never saw it and leave?
Or have a serious talk with Serveyia about the current situation?
Either way, Lin Sheng thought he should leave for now.
Even though he hadn’t figured out the reason for Serveyia’s change, he’d discovered an even bigger secret.
He didn’t know where Serveyia was.
If she found him here, Lin Sheng had no idea how awkward that scene would be, or whether he should apologize or scold Serveyia first.
But as Lin Sheng opened the door, he saw Serveyia standing right outside, waiting for him.
“Look what I found—a little fox who lost its way, stumbling into my room.
Tell me, how should I punish this reckless little fox?”
“! Serveyia, you—you’re back?!”
“What do you mean?
Do I need someone else’s permission to return to my own room?
Shouldn’t the little fox explain why you’re in my room in the first place?”
“Uh, just curiosity, yeah, curiosity.
Qingli Hall is so big, and there are many rooms I haven’t visited.
I was just curious about what was inside each room.
This is my Qingli Hall, so isn’t it normal for me to be curious?”
At first, Lin Sheng felt uncertain as he explained.
But as he spoke, he convinced himself and became more confident.
However, in Serveyia’s eyes, Lin Sheng’s confidence looked like nothing but a desperate excuse.
“To be fair, even if you’re curious, the Room Nameplate on the door should’ve told you whose room it was. Was it really necessary to walk in and investigate?”
“Eh? There’s a nameplate? How did I not—”
Halfway through his sentence, Lin Sheng realized things were going badly.
Now, without Serveyia even interrogating him, he’d exposed everything himself.
“I don’t really care how the little fox ended up here, though I pretty much understand the situation. Let’s put that aside. Little fox, isn’t there something you want to say to me?”
“Ah—right! Now that you mention it, Serveyia, you tell me, what is that!”
Lin Sheng, who had been embarrassed a moment ago, suddenly snapped back at Serveyia’s question.
Yeah, why should he feel guilty?
Even if he broke into Serveyia’s room, she couldn’t be totally blameless for collecting his stockings, right?