My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 82 So, can you stay tonight?

When Zhou Heming woke up, he heard the clanging sound of a train passing by.

It was still dark outside, and the wind blew through the window, occasionally making a slight rattling sound from the slightly loose glass. It was a winter morning that was no different from any other.

His gaze swept around him and he saw the girl curled up in his arms like a kitten only a few months old, fast asleep, her body rising and falling slightly, her breathing so soft it was almost inaudible.

Zhou Heming actually had a somewhat vague memory of what happened last night.

I remember that one kiss vividly, or rather, countless kisses that followed.

Of course, this young couple simply kissed last night.

It might even be just a fleeting, polite kiss, a mere touch of lips.

Even so, Zhou Heming was very content, his chest felt warm, and his desire to spend his life with the girl grew stronger, like pear blossoms blooming on thousands of trees after a spring breeze.

Just
"How could I say such a thing?"

Feeling a pang of regret for his recklessness the previous night, Zhou Heming realized that his remarks had been a bit too forceful.

But he quickly recalled the girl's response and her shy, downcast gaze.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips; the boy's thoughts were so lively and ever-changing.

He pulled his phone out from under his pillow and checked the time.

5:21 a.m.

There are still almost forty minutes before I have to get up.

He put the phone back.

Seemingly in response to Zhou Heming's actions, Cheng Shuangjiang moved her body closer, leaning even closer, and slightly opened her drowsy eyes to look up at the boy.

"You can sleep a little longer."

He spoke softly, gently brushing aside the girl's hair on her forehead.

"Ah."

She responded with a sound of agreement, raising her face as if asking for something.

Understanding each other perfectly, Zhou Heming gently left his scent on the pale cherry blossom-colored ground, which resembled the colors of spring, then reached out and hugged her, letting the girl rest her head on his arm, and fell into a deep sleep once again.

For some reason, he now looks forward to every time he wakes up, and anticipates the sight of the girl by his side.

He began to look forward to winter, to the first snow in Jiangcheng, to New Year's Eve, to the New Year they would spend together, to early spring, to midsummer, to late autumn, and to every continuous day that would repeat itself.

He began to look forward to every day with her by his side.

*
"I'm sorry, I can't sleep with Ahe tonight."

On Saturday evening, when the two returned home after a day of studying at school, Cheng Shuangjiang said something with a slightly apologetic tone.

"how?"

Zhou Heming was taken aback, and at the same time, he quickly went through his mind to see if he had offended the girl in any way in the past two days, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Yes, that's right, my period started today."

She mumbled something slightly embarrassed, then hurriedly added an explanation.

"It might stain the sheets, so..."

"Oh, I see."

Zhou Heming at least knew that girls would have to suffer from bleeding for a few days every month.

He hadn't expected that Cheng Shuangjiang said that because she was afraid of soiling his sheets.

After a pause, Zhou Heming spoke again.

"It's okay, actually. Hmm, you go and get ready first."

Cheng Shuangjiang tilted her head, looking at the boy who seemed to want to say something with some confusion, before finally going into her room.

Zhou Heming looked at the closed door and took out his phone.

The landlord had already fixed the heating this morning, so Cheng Shuangjiang had no reason to stay at Zhou Heming's place any longer.

Although the two of them are currently just kissing and hugging, and treating each other with respect, they are both eighteen-year-old boys and girls, and there will always be times when they can't help themselves. If something happens, he won't be able to control it.

After quickly washing up, Zhou Heming's phone vibrated.

With lightning speed, Zhou Heming quietly opened the door, thanked the deliveryman, and took back a bag of takeout.

A while later, Cheng Shuangjiang sent a message, and Zhou Heming opened the door.

"I'm here, hmm? It smells so good."

As soon as the girl opened the door, she smelled a sweet, cloying scent.

"Please have a seat, it will be ready soon."

Zhou Heming immediately ran back to the kitchen and turned off the stove.

Looking over curiously, Cheng Shuangjiang saw Zhou Heming bring out a small pot of steaming hot brown sugar water with red dates, ginger slices, and goji berries.

"This is my first time cooking this too. I followed the instructions online. I don't know if it will work. Well, if it doesn't work, I'll just have it as a dessert. Eating something warm will definitely make my stomach feel better."

Zhou Heming scooped up a bowl with a spoon, blew on it gently, and then placed it on the dining table.

"Hmm? What's wrong? It's still very hot. You can drink it later."

He saw Cheng Shuangjiang standing still and asked in confusion.

"nothing."

Cheng Shuangjiang shook her head and sat down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it for the first two months."

Zhou Heming scratched his head.

Because Cheng Shuangjiang didn't mention it, he didn't know which days of the month it was. She always seemed happy when she was with him, and as a young man like Zhou Heming who had never been in a relationship, he really couldn't see anything wrong.

Wait a minute, judging from today's date, it seems that around this time two months ago, I was studying at my house.

Although Zhou Heming didn't know if it was exactly right, he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, as if a foreshadowing had been revealed.

I need to download a relevant app on my phone later and make sure I remember it.

"It's okay, I'm actually fine. My schedule is pretty regular, so I don't feel too uncomfortable. I just feel a little weak."

She smiled, picked up the bowl, and gently stirred it with a spoon.

"However, not all girls can drink brown sugar water during this period. I should be fine."

"As long as you can drink it, that's fine."

Zhou Heming doesn't need to care whether other girls can drink it tonight or in the future. His Shuangjiang drink is fine, as long as it relieves their symptoms.

"So, Ah He was at the door just now trying to ask me if I wanted to drink this?"

Cheng Shuangjiang asked again.

"I was going to say that, but after thinking about it, I realized you might find it troublesome and I would refuse, so I decided to just cook it myself first."

Zhou Heming, who has never been able to lie in his life, spoke the truth.

He paused.

"It's true that drinking it will relieve the symptoms. It's not that I said that on purpose because I felt disappointed if I didn't drink it, right?"

A girl who would even postpone her birthday celebration might indeed do something like this.

"No way."

Cheng Shuangjiang took a small bite with a spoon.

"It tastes great, Ah He, you should have some too."

"I haven't reached my period yet."

Zhou Heming made a joke without thinking.

Do boys experience this too?

The girl tilted her head and asked blankly.

"No, I was just kidding. I usually say that when I'm feeling down."

Zhou Heming decided to stop working with abstract concepts.

"If A-He is feeling down, you must tell me~"

As Cheng Shuangjiang spoke, she got up and went to the kitchen to get a bowl.

"You cooked too much, let's drink it together."

They immediately served Zhou Heming a bowl as well.

"Okay."

Zhou Heming responded, blew on the rim of his bowl, and took a sip.

"It's really sweet."

He put down the bowl, ran his fingers along the hot rim, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice.

"I've put a blanket on the bed, so it should be fine. Can you stay tonight? I'd like to keep you company."

Cheng Shuangjiang looked at Zhou Heming in silence for a moment.

"Since A-He has said so, I certainly won't leave."

She nodded.

"Okay, okay."

Actually, Zhou Heming didn't have any other thoughts. He just felt that Cheng Shuangjiang must be feeling a little uncomfortable during this time, and he should stay by her side.

He knew she was a sensible girl who would habitually avoid troubling others, even her closest family members.

Therefore, Zhou Heming needs to be more proactive and assertive.

Although it may sound strange, Zhou Heming did feel that the way the two of them interacted had undergone some subtle changes after last night.

During the breaks while writing the exam, he came to the conclusion that, compared to holding hands, hugging, or even spending the night in the same bed, kissing is an action with strong symbolic meaning, even stronger than some subsequent physical contact.

Just to clarify, this is something I read online, not from some weird or strange place.

After the kiss, the two fulfilled their promise to each other, truly, unequivocally, becoming a couple who would spend the rest of their lives together.

Zhou Heming needs to be more confident and stand a little ahead of Cheng Shuangjiang.

so.
"What is Ah-He thinking about?"

With her fingers bearing faint scars waving in front of Zhou Heming, Cheng Shuangjiang spoke softly, as if asking a child if they had eaten the vegetables on their plate.

"I'm thinking about the meaning of kissing."

Zhou Heming blurted out, then realized what he had said and immediately shut up. The girl looked away, her eyes lowered.

"Does A-He want to kiss now?"

".think."

Zhou Heming ultimately couldn't lie.

He saw the girl close her eyes, her unguarded face tilted up in front of him.

Like a slow-moving shooting star, the boy merely brushed lightly across her alluring pale cherry blossom color, then gently ruffled her hair.

"Actually, what I mean is that I feel I need to work harder and not always be led by you. At least, I need to walk alongside you."

"Ah He, you look so handsome right now, it makes me want to hug you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of a chair being moved rang out, and she had already thrown herself into Zhou Heming's arms.

"You know what? That was our tenth kiss in this world line!"

"Ten...ten times?"

Aside from the two times just now and this morning, was there this much last night?
Zhou Heming suspected that Cheng Shuangjiang had touched and separated the two of them twice.

No, don't waste your genius-level memory on this kind of thing!

"Because A-He said that every kiss I give from now on will be yours, so of course I'll remember every single one~"

This time, it was Zhou Heming's turn to blush.

"That was something I said without thinking, so don't take it seriously."

He stammered his explanation.

"But what I said is indeed the truth."

Cheng Shuangjiang smiled and looked up at him. Seeing that the boy wanted to say something, she tiptoed and gently swallowed the rest of his words. Then, she winked playfully.

"The eleventh time."

*
"You were alright last night?"

"Yes, thanks to Ahe's care, I slept very well and my spirits have recovered quite a bit~"

Zhou Heming led Cheng Shuangjiang up the escalator from the subway station.

As soon as they reached the exit, a gust of cold wind blew by, causing both of them to instinctively shrink their necks.

Cheng Shuangjiang wore the scarf that Lu Bai had given her, which provided some shelter from the wind.

But Zhou Heming's thick coat wasn't so protective; cold air crept into his collar, making him shiver.

"Thank goodness it didn't rain, otherwise it would be freezing cold."

On Sunday morning, the two arrived at Jiang'an Street subway station.

There are several large clothing markets nearby, and just one stop away is the most bustling downtown area of ​​Jiangcheng, making it the first choice for most citizens to go shopping on their days off.

For example, today, although the temperature was only six or seven degrees Celsius, the streets were still bustling with people, and pedestrians came and went in an endless stream.

"Would you like me to give you half of the scarf?"

Cheng Shuangjiang tugged at her knitted scarf.

"It's not very convenient to walk around here, but it's okay. The wind will definitely stop once we get into the mall."

Following the address Lu Baifa provided in the group chat, the two immediately spotted the iconic clothing mall.

As Zhou Heming stepped into the mall, which was covered by plastic curtains, something suddenly looked familiar.

"This is the mall where Lu Bai helped me buy you a birthday present before."

Because it was a video last time, he remembered the structure and layout of this place.

Of course, Zhou Heming later told his girlfriend everything about this, including the fact that he had secretly learned to play the piano.

"Ah He has secretly become more powerful again without my knowledge."

The girl simply expressed this sentiment.

Even now, Cheng Shuangjiang is still curiously looking at the clothing stores around her.

"So there's still a chance to meet the shop owner who made this bracelet?"

She raised her right hand.

The bracelet named "Hope" is now on the girl's right wrist.

Just as the boss said, it's a perfect fit.

"I think it was around..."

Before Zhou Heming could figure out where he was going, he was patted on the shoulder.

"What are you looking at?"

Turning around, I saw Lu Bai wearing a red knitted hat and a matching sweater cover-up.

"Good morning, Ah Bai! Have a happy day today!"

Cheng Shuangjiang extended her greetings.

"Good morning. I asked in the group chat, and I thought you hadn't arrived yet, but I didn't expect you to have already come in."

Lu Bai waved his phone.

"We were just looking for a shop that sells this bracelet."

Cheng Shuangjiang revealed the silver bracelet on her wrist.

"Oh, I'll take you there later. Let's take care of business first."

Lu Bai glanced at Zhou Heming and noticed that he was typing on his phone. Then, Lu Bai's phone vibrated.

[Zhou Heming]: We've arrived.

Zhou Heming only just replied in the small group chat of three.

"No, what's the point of your reply now?"

Lu Bai found it a little funny.

"To prevent you from saying we didn't reply later."

Zhou Heming said in a very serious tone.

Am I the kind of person who brings up past grievances?

Lu Bai twitched his lips.

"Moreover, having a clear view of the chat history from beginning to end is a great way to avoid heartbreak if you happen to be in a bad mood and casually browse through it, only to find that no one has replied to your messages."

Zhou Heming put away his phone.

"It's not necessary to go through this group chat; it's all just PDA."

Lu Bai immediately pointed ahead.

"Let's not talk about that. Come on, I'll take you to my hidden gem shop."

"So, do we still need to rent costumes for the performance?"

As Zhou Heming walked toward Lu Bai's "treasure shop," he asked questions with curiosity.

"Yes, but the school will reimburse the expenses, up to two hundred."

Lu Bai strode into the mall, which looked like a maze of underground cities.

"The clothes I wore before were also rented, but the school provided them for me."

Cheng Shuangjiang has at least been on stage twice for the Double Egg Gala, so she's quite experienced.

"Is this a case of preferential treatment, or do they think actors have access to cheaper channels?"

Lu Bai grinned and said, "If a person had a tail, her tail would definitely be drooping and wagging unhappily."

How much does it usually cost?

Zhou Heming didn't understand.

"The cheaper ones are a few dozen yuan, while the more expensive ones can be over a hundred yuan. It depends on the atmosphere."

Lu Bai walked through a corridor with ease, ignoring the hawking from the shop assistants in the unmanned shops next door, and walked into a shop that looked small but was filled with all kinds of dresses.

Besides the fresh and elegant style of dresses that you often see online, there are also very luxurious dresses, like the extravagant dresses worn on the red carpet, as well as cheongsams that accentuate the figure, ethereal Hanfu, and new Chinese style dresses. For some reason, Zhou Heming also saw sailor uniforms and Japanese school uniforms.

It looks like a shop that specializes in rental business.

As soon as I entered the shop, the proprietress, who was watching a short drama, smiled.

"Oh, the big star is here again, and this time she brought her boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend, he's my classmate, and they're a couple."

Lu Bai pointed at Cheng Shuangjiang with an annoyance.

"Boss, I need a dress to wear while playing the piano at a party. Do you have any recommendations?"

"Let me see, how about this one?"

The boss didn't pause the short drama. She could only hear lines coming from the phone that sounded intense but seemed to say nothing at all. She picked up a light purple, round-neck, off-shoulder long dress decorated with sheer fabric and gestured with it.

"Pick two more for me, I'll go try them on together."

Upon hearing Lu Bai's words, the shopkeeper selected a silver-gray halter-neck dress with flutter sleeves and a light blue halter-neck off-the-shoulder long dress, handing them to Lu Bai along with the hangers.

Lu Bai picked up the clothes and skillfully walked into the fitting room.

Zhou Heming felt a little embarrassed, since the surrounding area was full of women's clothing. When he passed by those shops before, he noticed that most of the men who came with their girlfriends were sitting on the sofas in the shops, idly playing on their phones, or being pressured by their girlfriends to ask which clothes looked better.

He was at a loss for words, having never gone shopping with a girl before.

At this moment, the boss glanced at Cheng Shuangjiang, then looked at Zhou Heming.

"The little girl is very pretty too. Would you like to try on the dress? It's free."

Zhou Heming was stunned and didn't know how to answer. No, shouldn't you be asking her that question? Why are you looking at me?
Turning to look at Cheng Shuangjiang, the girl looked back at herself with great interest.

"Does A-He want me to give it a try?"

"If you'd like"

To be honest, Zhou Heming really wanted to see what his girlfriend would look like in these pretty dresses. Besides, the shop owner had said it was free to try them on, so it shouldn't be a problem to give them a try.

"Then I'll try it on, hmm, this one."

Cheng Shuangjiang smiled and pointed to the sailor uniform that Zhou Heming had glanced at and whose gaze had lingered on it for a brief second.

(End of this chapter)