Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Anya sat next to Leo, her initial calm long gone. Leo held her phone, checking if she had blocked him. Sure enough, he had been blocked!

Just then, a new message caught Leo's eye. Leaning back casually in his chair, he glanced up at his girlfriend, who was clearly distracted and looking guilty. He opened the chat labeled "Bill." "Who's Bill?" Leo suddenly asked in the study room.

A guy sitting nearby, as if answering a question in class, raised his hand, "That's me."

Leo put down Anya's phone and turned to look at the guy who had been studying closely with his girlfriend. "Oh, it's you. Got it."

Anya snatched her phone back, not happy. "Stop snooping through my phone."

Leo let it go, but Anya couldn't focus on studying anymore. She stood up, gathering her things. "Class president, class rep, I have something urgent to deal with. I'll come back tomorrow."

As she stormed out with her backpack, Leo jogged after her, wrapping an arm around her. "You mad?"

"Don't hug me."

Leo kept hugging her. "Didn't you say being in a relationship means hugging and kissing? Now I hug you, and you're not happy."

Anya said, "I just don't want you to hug me right now."

Seeing her anger, Leo changed the subject. "That guy talking with you, one's Bill. What's the other guy's name?"

"Not telling you."

you

at Leo, even angrier now. She realized she wanted him to be more jealous, to show he cared. "Leo, are you with me because I'm always there for you, listening and blindly loving you?

have regretted it

as she snatched her backpack and

Outside, with his longer strides, he caught up with her. "What are you thinking? Get

pressed down in sadness. She shook off

passenger seat, forcefully making her

melted in the summer heat. Anya, sitting beside him, felt increasingly heartbroken. She raised her arm, covering her eyes, crying in distress. Leo

"If you're really struggling, I won't look for a job these next few days. I'll

know you're busy, preparing for grad school and job hunting. I don't need you to study with me; I just wanted your attention. But you don't care about me at

they drove back to the hotel. Upon reaching it, Leo dragged Anya upstairs. Inside, he threw her books on a nearby dresser and, without a word, pulled her

waist, the other holding the back of her head. Their lips and teeth intertwined as he made her step backward until they reached the edge

her resistance, Leo stopped. After the kiss, Leo swallowed, looking at Anya, who had stopped crying and

shaking

of her, and gestured to the end of the bed. "Sit down,

of the bed, her hands playing with the hem of

you means I like you? Does sleeping with you mean I love you?"

masculine pride surged. "Answer

Leo, her voice small. "That's not what I