Ryan finished cooking , yet no one among her five dorm-mates went down to join her for dinner.

“Aren’t they going to eat?”

Wondering why, Ryan was forced to visit each of them.

Chaylen was inside his room. He was sitting in front of his study desk while in deep thoughts.

“What’s happening to me?” he asked himself while recalling the time his heart beat so fast because of Ryan. “That is definitely not me,” he added, rubbing his lips.

An image appeared in his imagination which pulled the corner of his lips for a smirk.

“I just noticed that her lips look so soft,” he chuckled huskily.

It took...