Chapter 1118: She Likes Him Lu Yun certainly didn’t intend to let the conversation stop here. Seeing that Wang Shiyu remained silent, he immediately sensed he had struck her vital point—now was the time to press the advantage. [www.shuhaige.com Book Sea Pavilion Novels] "Let me put it this way," Lu Yun continued, "we switched desks because I previously damaged two of her desk’s panels, and they still haven’t been repaired." At that moment, Wang Shiyu suddenly hit Lu Yun, asking, "You didn’t already find her a new desk? Let her use it first—why did you insist on swapping yours with hers?" Wang Shiyu naturally remembered Lu Yun’s fights with the others, especially Ma Xiaoguang, but she was even more certain that after Lu Yun damaged Xiaowei’s desk, he had promptly arranged for her a new one. To this day, she couldn’t understand why Lu Yun insisted on swapping desks with Xiaowei. Lu Yun twirled his eyes, finally getting to the point—exactly what he'd been thinking of sharing with Wang Shiyu, showing her the things on his desk. Upon hearing this, he gave a quiet, composed smile. "This is a bit harder to explain." Wang Shiyu held her textbook against her face, tilting her head to look at Lu Yun. "You're nervous, like a thief." Lu Yun shrugged, knowing Wang Shiyu was still upset, and gave a sly smile. "Shiyu, could you tell me something first?" "What?" Wang Shiyu asked casually. Lu Yun spoke with serious intent. "Tell me—do you actually like me?" As soon as he said it, Wang Shiyu froze. While she had been conversing with Lu Yun, she had been able to hear the teacher's lecture. Now, all she could hear was his question echoing in her mind, with every other sound fading away. Does she like him? Or doesn't she? Two little voices seemed to be arguing inside Wang Shiyu's mind—one insisting on liking him, the other loudly protesting against it, each with their own reasons. All the experiences Wang Shiyu had since transferring to the school and spending time with Lu Yun played out in her mind, like a movie being replayed. "Feeling rather hesitant?" Lu Yun asked, smiling with a sly expression, his eyes fixed on her. Wang Shiyu bit her lower lip, finally making up her mind, and blushed, saying softly, "I like you." The words "I like you" had never left Wang Shiyu's lips before—this moment was truly memorable. Lu Yun felt incredibly proud, finally securing a lovely young woman. Though Xiao Yu and the others hadn't quite grown into full-fledged beauties yet, that was only a matter of time. In a few years, he'd surely be surrounded by beautiful women. Thinking of Xiao Ying and Xiao Yu, each one as graceful and elegant as a blossom, with stunning figures, Lu Yun's attentions began to grow restless. After a internal struggle, Wang Shiyu finally admitted that she still liked Lu Yun. Though she felt shy as a young girl, she was secretly observing Lu Yun. Seeing Lu Yun looking all polished and self-absorbed, she couldn't help but object, "What's so beautiful about you? You're only just beginning to like me." Lu Yun nodded and smiled, "Yes, we're just beginning to like each other. But liking is just the first step—what could be further than the next one?" Wang Shiyu gave Lu Yun a look of annoyance, thinking to herself, "Will I really end up being Lu Yun's girlfriend?" Yet before this thought could settle, she immediately added, "Now, could you tell me why you swapped seats with Wang Xiaoting?" Now that he’s already received the answers he’d been seeking from Wang Shiyu, Lu Yun naturally has no intention of withholding anything—indeed, the man had never intended to hide it at all. In fact, he was even actively planning what he should do once Wang Shiyu saw the items tucked inside their desks. Things had changed significantly since before. Previously, the subtle gap between them remained unbroken; now that Wang Shiyu had openly admitted her feelings for Lu Yun, Lu Yun felt confident to move forward. Immediately, Lu Yun lowered his voice and said, “Shiyu, when I swapped desks with Wang Xiaoting, I made it a complete and thoughtful arrangement—this should be something you’re aware of, right?” Wang Shiyu nodded, knowing this detail, yet he couldn’t help wondering: how did swapping desks with Wang Xiaoting relate to being thorough? Wasn’t it simply because Lu Yun had grown nostalgic for their friendship over the years, given that Wang Xiaoting had been away from school for so long, that he had made the swap? Although this explanation makes sense, Wang Shiyu firmly believed it was far from that simple. She immediately asked, "Then what's the matter?" The tone of her voice clearly conveyed her strong dissatisfaction—she had already admitted her feelings for Lu Yun, and would soon be his girlfriend; shouldn't it be easy for him to simply tell her the truth? Lu Yun chuckled and replied, "Not much. Just that Zhouquan's desk, when I first moved it to Wang Xiaoting's place, wasn't thoroughly inspected, so some things seem quite inconvenient to girls." Wang Shiyu remained puzzled, gazing at Lu Yun in quiet surprise. "What exactly is in his desk?" Lu Yun looked up, at the teacher at the podium facing the blackboard, writing continuously with swift arm movements, and then turned to Wang Shiyu and said, "Just look for yourself." After saying this, he leaned against the wall, revealing the desk drawer. Wang Shiyu glanced at Lu Yun with a furrowed brow, full of confusion and caution. Yet her curiosity could not be suppressed. More importantly, since she had just expressed her feelings, the nature of her relationship with Lu Yun had already changed—now she had the right to know what Lu Yun was truly up to. She carefully observed Liang Hongyu, who was fully focused on the teacher writing on the blackboard. Then, turning slightly, Wang Shiyu bent down and looked into the drawer of Lu Yun’s desk. Among those photos, there were not only pictures of women in intimate poses, but also images of couples engaged in more suggestive activities—most of them quite appealing. Wang Shiyu now felt her head buzzing with a single, persistent thought: it was no wonder Wang Xiaoting had switched seats with Lu Yun. There had clearly been so much more than just surface-level embarrassment hidden within. Yet, at that very moment, another thought unexpectedly surfaced: were these photos truly carefully pasted in place? Since Lu Yun had gotten into a fight, and Zhou Quan’s desk had been moved to Xiaoting’s use, it had now been over ten days. Yet Xiaoting had only just now decided to switch seats with Lu Yun—was there something going on beneath the surface? It wasn’t surprising at all that this woman could be so formidable, even though Wang Shiyu had not yet fully matured into a truly seasoned woman—her mind was already remarkably sharp. Wang Shiyu glanced at Lu Yun with a hint of doubt, then turned her gaze toward Wang Xiaoting, who was listening intently to the lecture, murmuring to herself: Maybe Xiaoting likes Lu Yun, and has been adding so many pictures into the materials just to create an opportunity to get closer to him? As if sensing Wang Shiyu's suspicion, Lu Yun, who was in high spirits, chuckled and explained, "Shiyu, do you know Zhou Quan's personality?" Wang Shiyu nodded. "Of course—I've heard all about it. You and he are both well-known troublemakers around this school, so how could I not know?" Lu Yun nodded calmly, saying, "Exactly. Whenever Zhou Quan was away, this boy used to keep his desk locked from me, always blocking my view. Every time I wanted to check it out, he'd act like a gatekeeper. I never expected him to have been secretly hoarding so many great things—never letting me see them. That's not brotherly at all. Not brotherly at all. The next time I see him, I'll make sure to give him a good talking-to." "As he spoke, Lu Yun found himself growing sentimental, wondering when exactly he would finally meet Zhou Quan. Yet he always believed that the day would come—they would surely meet. When that day arrived, he wouldn't just give Zhou Quan a scolding; he'd give him a good, thorough one. This young man had left behind a mess, nearly having the villagers of Yingzha Village split open in the process. The mess would definitely need to be settled with Zhou Quan—hmm! Lu Yun sighed quietly in his heart. Wang Shiyu gave Lu Yun a withering look, her mind constantly flashing back to the scenes that made her face flush and her heart race—especially the memory of the time she had been defeated by Lu Yun in the small forest outside the school, when he had pinned her down. That scene was remarkably similar to the vivid image she had just seen on Zhou Quan’s desk moments earlier!" At once, Wang Shiyu felt a surge of warmth all over her body, her cheeks turning rosy, like a perfectly ripe red apple. A tingling sensation prickled her skin, spreading gradually throughout her body, until it became unbearable—especially the itch emanating from the little mouth below, which left her utterly embarrassed. As if still immersed in the memory of that quiet, wind-blown night outside the school, when Lu Yun had pressed her beneath him, using his sturdy member to gently stroke her there… a hollow feeling. Yes, that was it—the sensation of emptiness she had never before experienced. Her body now felt as though it needed something to fill it. She knew what it was, yet dared not think about it, for the thought was so overwhelming. In that instant, Wang Shiyu realized she had transformed into someone entirely new—such an intimate, humbling sensation had unexpectedly taken root in her mind. Filling—whenever this word appeared in her mind, Wang Shiyu felt an unprecedented impulse surge through her body. Her face flushed deeply, as if enchanted, and with no awareness of what she was doing, her delicate hands extended outward. Though she didn't know the direction of her reach, her target was remarkably precise—the very spot where the woman had just gently pressed against her cheek. Whether intentional or not, Wang Shiyu's action was undeniably bold!