You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Jiang Che, somewhat amused and exasperated, reached out and gently flicked Su Qinghe's forehead with his finger.

"What do you mean I'm skilled at? You were biting me and bumping into me, I was so busy dodging your attacks, how could I be skilled at that?"

"And don't you think about it? When have I ever kissed anyone? This is my first time ever, and I gave it to you, Miss Su."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe's eyes, which had been filled with doubt and unease, widened slightly.

"real?"

"Of course it's true."

"So, what about your relationship with Lin before...?"

"no."

Before she could finish saying the name, Jiang Che interrupted her directly.

"I haven't even touched her hand, do you think we could kiss?"

Never...touched it?

He didn't even touch her hand?

In other words, it was A-Che's first kiss, first time holding hands, first time hugging...

All of my first times were for her?

Su Qinghe's eyes began to redden again.

But this time it wasn't because of feeling wronged, nor because of fear.

Rather, it was because an overwhelming joy, almost consuming her, surged through every vein in her body.

The girl then gave a satisfied hum, her delicate nose slightly upturned, and her expression, which had previously held a hint of jealousy, instantly transformed into one of smugness.

"That's more like it."

Su Qinghe muttered something to herself in a good mood, then stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Jiang Che's neck, and took the initiative to bring her lips to his again.

This time, it didn't go astray.

Having learned from her previous failure, Su Qinghe carefully aimed at her target before closing her eyes this time.

Then their soft lips pressed firmly together.

Perfect hit.

Jiang Che was slightly taken aback by her sudden bold move, then smiled and reached out to embrace her slender waist, slowly responding to the kiss in rhythm with her clumsy but earnest movements.

The summer night breeze seeped in through the gaps in the rooftop railing, causing the string lights to sway slightly.

Warm yellow light swayed and flickered on the two of them, like scattered stars falling from the sky.

This kiss was significantly longer than the first one.

So long that Su Qinghe felt like her lungs were about to be emptied, her legs went weak, and her steps became unsteady.

The reason she was able to remain standing was because Jiang Che's arms were always tightly wrapped around her waist, giving her something to lean on and use for support.

The girl's breathing became more and more rapid, and the oxygen in her brain became increasingly scarce.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and eyes became increasingly unfocused.

When their lips finally parted, Su Qinghe's eyes were already filled with seductive allure.

She was breathing heavily when her consciousness suddenly returned. Her legs went completely limp, and she collapsed weakly into Jiang Che's arms.

If Jiang Che hadn't tightened his arms around her waist in time, she would probably have already slid down his chest to the ground.

Su Qinghe was completely unprepared at this moment.

Half of her face was buried in Jiang Che's chest, while the other half of her face was flushed and her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Looking down, I noticed her pink lips were slightly swollen from the kisses, glistening with a thin layer of moisture.

Normally, Jiang Che would have teased her a bit.

But he himself isn't doing much better now.

At that moment, his heart was pounding like a machine gun in his chest, making a loud, grating sound that even he felt embarrassed about.

Naturally, he had no intention of teasing Su Qinghe, and besides, he didn't want to ruin the perfectly romantic atmosphere.

So he put his arm around Su Qinghe's shoulder and led her back to sit on the sofa to rest together.

Meanwhile, the projector was still playing photos on a loop.

The images on the screen slowly changed one by one.

Su Qinghe's attention should have been on the photos, but right now her mind was filled with the boy next to her.

Jiang Che held her hand tightly in his palm, their fingers intertwined.

She could clearly feel the warmth emanating from his palm, and because she was lying on his chest, she could also clearly hear the boy's heart beating at a much faster rate than usual.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

It kept drilling into her ear.

Su Qinghe secretly thought to herself, "So even A-Che gets nervous."

Despite appearing so calm and composed on the surface, she probably never expected that her own heartbeat would betray her in the end.

This discovery made Su Qinghe inexplicably happy and excited. She couldn't help but smile slightly, and then she rubbed her head against his chest even more forcefully.

Jiang Che was looking for a movie with the remote control when he felt the little head in his arms starting to rub against him restlessly again, so he reached out his free hand and gently pressed down on the top of her head.

"Stop mooching, let's watch a movie."

"oh."

Su Qinghe obediently responded and remained quiet for about three seconds.

Then they started rubbing against it again.

Jiang Che: "..."

Oh well, let her be.

After making a ruckus, Su Qinghe finally calmed down, contentedly nestled in Jiang Che's arms, and quietly watched the movie.

Jiang Che did not make any further inappropriate moves.

The two intertwined their fingers, palm to palm, fingers interlocked.

There were no dramatic actions, but it was precisely this restraint that amplified the ambiguous tension in the air.

Su Qinghe felt the warmth from his palm and inhaled his scent lingering around her nose. A morbid possessiveness deep within her was growing wildly and uncontrollably in the darkness.

This radiant young man, the young man for whom countless girls fall in love.

From this moment on, finally—

It belongs entirely to her alone now.

Su Qinghe subtly tightened her clasped fingers, and a mad smile deepened in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

No one can take him away from her.

No one will do.

……

Night was falling.

After watching the movie, Jiang Che turned off the projector, tidied up the venue, and then took Su Qinghe's hand and went downstairs to return home.

"Smack."

The living room lights are on.

The space before me was all too familiar—the sofa, coffee table, dining table, kitchen—everything was exactly the same as before I left home.

But for some reason, the moment they stepped through that door, the atmosphere between them suddenly changed.

Something seems to have changed.

Yet it seems like nothing has changed.

Jiang Che stood in the entryway, changing his slippers while glancing at Su Qinghe beside him.

The girl was also changing her shoes, her movements equally slow. She seemed to notice Jiang Che's gaze directed at her, and deliberately turned her head to the other side to avoid looking at him.

Jiang Che was a little dumbfounded. He was crying and making a fuss while they were on the rooftop, so why did he become so unrestrained as soon as they entered the house?