I secretly kept a cat in my dorm room. As the only male in our all-girls dorm, my roommates jokingly started calling him "Husband." Over time, the little guy actually started responding to "Husband" as his name. It was funny calling him that normally. Until one day he snuck out of the dorm, and I had to run all over campus shouting "Husband!" 1 I came back from class to find the little orange tabby I'd been raising for three months was gone. "Guys, Husband is missing!" The whole dorm mobilized, searching the building to no avail. It was the dead of winter. My mind was filled with images of him being caught and thrown out, starving and freezing, or worse, flattened by a car. Ignoring my shame, I searched every nook and cranny of the campus, shouting "Husband!" Passersby gave me strange looks, but I didn't have the time or courage to explain. I just focused on finding the cat. Suddenly, I looked up and saw a guy holding a cat. Tears streaming down my face, I rushed over: "Husband! I finally found you!" 2 The guy looked terrified. My roommates watched, amused. "Liam, your wife?" The guy holding the cat dodged my lunge defensively. "Miss, please calm down!" I hurriedly explained, "No, no, this cat is mine. His name is Husband." Who names a cat Husband? "I know you don't believe me, but you have to." To prove it, I turned to the cat and called, "Husband!" The little orange tabby reacted immediately, jumping into my arms and purring. Although the misunderstanding was cleared, Liam still lectured me sternly. "Pets aren't allowed in the dorms. You're violating school rules and being irresponsible to both yourself and the cat." In fact, the kitten was a rescue I couldn't find a home for. Plus, we got attached, and my roommates loved him, so we secretly kept him. The wind blew cat hair into my eyes. The irritation made my eyes red and teary. Seeing this, Liam softened his tone slightly. "Don't cry... take your Husband back." 3 Back in the dorm, I told my roommates about the encounter. Jessica, always the pessimist, said, "That guy won't report you, will he?" Thinking of Liam's handsome face, he seemed like a decent guy. But recalling his cold lecture, maybe he was a hypocrite. My roommates suggested I treat him to dinner ASAP—partly to thank him, partly as a bribe. I realized I forgot to ask for his contact info. "But I remember what he looks like. I can draw him." Thanks to my dear mother forcing me to take art lessons, they finally came in handy. I sketched a quick portrait and gave it to our dorm leader, Zoey. She was well-connected in the student union, volunteer association, and various clubs. "Liam, a grad student in Computer Science. Famous ice prince." Three out of ten posts on the campus confession wall were for Liam. Zoey said many people tried and failed to get his contact info, so this was a blessing in disguise for me. Some blessing. Plenty of people ask for my WeChat too. Gym memberships, nail salons, prenatal centers, tutoring services... Unfortunately, trouble comes in pairs. Soon, I had to see Liam again. 4 In the office, my bald counselor looked at me with disappointment. "Eve, the school just held a meeting emphasizing discipline, especially appropriate conduct between men and women! "And you go and do this? Shouting 'Husband' all over campus, proud of yourself?" I didn't dare confess that Husband was a cat, so I had to take the blame for "inappropriate conduct." "Go get your boyfriend too!" "Huh? No, no, no need, sir. I'll definitely tell him!" Calling Liam here would expose everything. Exposure meant my cat on the streets. Streets meant potential roadkill. Seeing my reluctance, the counselor got angrier: "What, showing off your love even here? Go get him!" Outside Liam's lab, I paced back and forth. Secretly rehearsing: "Liam, can you take the blame for me? "Liam, can we lie together?" Liam would have to be crazy to agree. My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. My brain prepared the words, but what came out was: "Liam, can you be my Husband?" The man's eyes widened even more than last time: "Miss, are you serious?" I quickly explained the counselor situation again. "You mean, you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend and get scolded with you?" "Do I look stupid to you?" "No, no, I'm the stupid one! Please help me out of pity for my stupidity." I clasped my hands together above my head. Liam shook his head and turned away heartlessly. His refusal wasn't surprising. You'd have to be sick to get scolded with a stranger.
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