“Source Site?”

Shen Qinghan repeated in confusion, “What kind of place is that?”

Lin Zichen had never heard of it either, so he opened his browser and searched on Qiandu Encyclopedia.

But after searching, there was nothing. The Source Site didn’t exist anywhere online.

Since the internet couldn’t provide an answer, the only person to ask was Yuan Dongzhi.

Thinking that, Lin Zichen said to Shen Qinghan, “Ask her what the Source Site is.”

Obediently, Shen Qinghan sent the message.

This time, Yuan Dongzhi replied quickly.

However, her reply wasn’t satisfying.

She said that once they got into university and gained enough strength, they would naturally learn about the Source Site—there was no need to know now.

Lin Zichen was curious and wanted Shen Qinghan to ask further.

But after a moment’s thought, he decided not to push it, afraid of annoying Yuan Dongzhi and causing trouble for Shen Qinghan.

After ending the topic of the Source Site, the two sat on the bed and played with their phones separately.

After a while, Shen Qinghan hesitated, set her phone down and asked, “Xiao Chen, do men all like women who wear qipaos?”

“Depends on the person,” Lin Zichen answered calmly.

Though outwardly composed, he felt a little awkward inside.

He knew she must have noticed him sneaking glances at Yuan Dongzhi’s legs and hips on their way to the cafeteria earlier.

“So, do you like qipaos?”

Without letting him dodge the question, Shen Qinghan asked directly.

Lin Zichen was honest, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Shen Qinghan didn’t say anything. She just nodded slightly, opened a shopping site, searched “blue-and-white porcelain qipao,” and immediately placed an order for one.

Customers who purchased qipaos also bought stockings – 81%

After placing the order, she noticed a product recommendation below—it was for stockings.

There were many types: black, white, flesh-colored, fishnet and more.

‘Boys probably like stockings too, right?’

With that thought, her cheeks flushed as she asked, “What about stockings?”

“I like them too,” Lin Zichen answered honestly as always.

As expected… Shen Qinghan’s blush deepened as she pressed further, “There are black, white and flesh-colored ones… which kind do you like more?”

“Wait, why are you asking so many weird questions all of a sudden?” Lin Zichen frowned slightly and looked at her.

“No reason, I was just curious.”

She smiled faintly, then asked again, “So, which type do you like?”

“Black or white, I guess.”

Hearing his answer, Shen Qinghan quietly ordered two pairs each of black and white.

Just then, the door was knocked on, followed by Zhang Wanxin’s voice outside, “Hanhan, your mom sent over some daily necessities for you. Come get them.”

“Huh?” Shen Qinghan froze for a moment, then hurried to open the door.

Outside, Zhang Wanxin handed her a bag filled with toothpaste, a toothbrush, towels, clothes and… diapers, smiling warmly.

“You two have finished your exams. It’s fine to stay up late and talk if you want. I’ll leave you to it—don’t let me interrupt.”

With a knowing smile, she closed the door and left, giving them plenty of privacy.

“Um… I didn’t ask my mom to send these. She did it on her own,” Shen Qinghan said awkwardly, holding the bag.

“It’s fine,” Lin Zichen replied, “Since she brought them anyway, you can just sleep here tonight.”

Shen Qinghan nodded softly, her voice barely audible.

Then she opened the bag to check if everything was there—especially the diapers.

Even though her condition had improved and she rarely wet the bed anymore, she still wore them just in case. She couldn’t risk wetting Lin Zichen’s bed like when they were kids.

She used to wet his bed all the time as a child. Now that she was grown up, she couldn’t let that happen again.

“Huh? What’s this?”

Shen Qinghan suddenly pulled out a small pink package that looked like candy.

Lin Zichen glanced over—and his expression immediately stiffened.

Then Shen Qinghan read the label, “Natural latex ultrathin XX-condoms.”

Her face turned bright red. She instantly threw the package back into the bag.

The air in the room became awkwardly tense, but both of them pretended nothing had happened.

“I’m going to put on the diapers,” Shen Qinghan said quickly, fleeing the room.

* * *

About ten minutes later, she returned.

“It’s already eleven. You had a lot of blood drawn today—you need rest. Go to sleep early.”

“Okay.”

They exchanged a few awkward words, turned off the lights and went to bed, each pretending the earlier embarrassment had never happened.

* * *

Later that night, Lin Zichen fell asleep.

But Shen Qinghan was still awake.

Her mind kept replaying the image of that small pink packet, making her restless and overheated.

She turned over again and again, finally facing Lin Zichen’s sleeping face—the one she couldn’t stop thinking about day and night.

A sudden urge came over her to sneak a kiss.

But just as she leaned closer, she stopped herself.

She didn’t want to steal a kiss—she wanted a mutual one, shared with love.

* * *

Several days later.

The college entrance exam results were released.

Only the score thresholds and the number of students admitted to the two top universities were announced.

The top ten provincial results were, as usual, kept confidential—no one knew who the top scorer, runner-up or third place were.

However, the admissions offices of major universities were exceptions.

The next day, admissions officers from Kyoto University and Shanhai University visited Lin Zichen’s home in person, each offering benefits to recruit him.

Since Shen Qinghan had already decided to attend Shanhai University, Lin Zichen didn’t even hesitate and chose the same school.

It was close to home and his childhood friend would be there—there was no reason not to.

After seeing off the Shanhai University staff, Lin Zichen wheeled out his bicycle, ready to take Shen Qinghan to the He family’s martial arts gym.

Both of them had signed contracts as spokespersons for the He family’s gym and they had a promotional event to attend today.

They didn’t use their titles as top scorer and runner-up—it would attract too much attention.

They were only promoted as students who had gotten into the two top universities.

Another classmate, Li Chuxin, who had also been accepted into one of the two universities, had signed a contract with the same gym.

It was a friendly group deal.

“Hey, I’m about to start riding. Stop texting and hold on tight,” Lin Zichen said when he noticed Shen Qinghan still typing on her phone from the back seat.

She quickly pocketed her phone, wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled sweetly, “I’m holding on tight now! Let’s go!”

Lin Zichen straightened the handlebars, stepped on the pedals and the bike shot forward.

But before they could go far, a group of tall, muscular men appeared ahead, blocking their path.

Among them, a middle-aged man with a Taoist hairstyle stepped forward with a polite smile, “Hello, are you Lin Zichen?”

“Who are you?” Lin Zichen asked cautiously.

The man smiled, “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Liu Chuanwu, the dean of the Martial Arts Academy at Shanhai University. I’m here to discuss an admission matter with you.”

“The Martial Arts Academy?” Lin Zichen looked puzzled, “Your admissions office already came earlier. I’ve already decided to enter your Evolution Academy.”

The man with the Taoist hair smiled faintly, “I’m not here on behalf of Shanhai University, but on behalf of the Celestial Pavilion.”

‘Celestial Pavilion?’

The name sounded familiar. Lin Zichen thought for a moment, then remembered.

The Celestial Pavilion was a conservative organization that often appeared in the news—one that opposed Gene Fusion.