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

Su Qinghe stared at herself in the mirror for a very long time.

On the misty, mirrored surface, the girl's silhouette was faintly visible.

After six months of careful recuperation, she has transformed from a pitifully thin and bony figure into the captivating beauty she is today.

Su Qinghe's gaze slowly moved downwards, from her collarbone to her waistline, and from her waistline to...

Her face flushed instantly, and she quickly looked back at her reflection in the mirror.

But that thought didn't fade away because of her shyness; instead, it burned brighter and brighter in her heart.

She wanted a deeper bond.

Deeper than holding hands, deeper than a hug, deeper than a kiss.

One was deep enough for her to completely believe that Jiang Che would not leave her.

Su Qinghe knew that her idea was crazy, and she also knew that it was a bit too morbid.

But she couldn't control herself.

The black hole in her heart was so big and deep that it couldn't be filled by just saying "I like you" and a kiss.

She needs more.

She needs more proof, proof that belongs only to her.

Su Qinghe took a deep breath and reached out to turn off the shower.

The sound of water suddenly stopped.

She quickly dried herself off with a towel and then turned her gaze to the storage cabinet not far away.

Inside was something she had secretly bought a long time ago.

Su Qinghe couldn't quite remember the exact date, but it was probably more than a month ago.

Anyway, she secretly ordered it online using her phone.

Then, taking advantage of Jiang Che's absence, he secretly had the deliveryman deliver the package to his home.

Su Qinghe remembers it very clearly. When she received the goods, her heart almost jumped out of her throat, and her hands were shaking violently when she unpacked them.

She was afraid that Jiang Che would suddenly return home and see what she was holding.

After opening the packaging bag, Su Qinghe only glanced at it hastily before blushing and hiding it in the deepest corner of the wardrobe.

Later, she felt that the wardrobe was not safe. What if Jiang Che suddenly decided to organize her clothes and found it?

So it was moved to the bottom of the bathroom cabinet and covered with an inconspicuous plastic bag.

This item sat quietly in the corner of the cabinet for over a month.

However, every time Su Qinghe took a shower, she couldn't help but secretly take the item out to look at it and imagine what she would look like wearing it.

Then, in the next second, she would be overwhelmed by a surge of shame, and she would quickly stuff the bag back in, telling herself not to think about it anymore, Su Qinghe, what are you doing?

But tonight is different.

Tonight, she is Jiang Che's girlfriend.

Su Qinghe walked to the locker, bent down slightly, and expertly pulled out a plastic bag from the bottom.

After taking a deep breath, she opened the bag and took out the contents.

It's not anything particularly strange or unusual; generally speaking, it's just a piece of underwear.

However, if a more precise definition is required, it should be categorized as underwear that appears on certain occasions and serves a specific purpose.

You know everything.

The black lace fabric and the design are both simple and bold.

The neckline was very low, and the hem was very short, barely covering the upper thighs.

Further down, it's all bare skin.

Su Qinghe held the item up in front of her in front of the mirror and compared it to her face; her cheeks immediately turned from pink to deep red.

She mentally prepared herself for thirty seconds.

Su Qinghe, you can do it.

You can do it.

I'm going all in.

So what if it's embarrassing? Well, only A-Che will be embarrassed, and no one else will see it...

Having mustered all her courage, Su Qinghe closed her eyes and, with trembling hands, put the garment on.

After she got dressed, she didn't dare look in the mirror.

I really don't dare.

She was afraid that if she glanced at it, she would immediately take it off, change into her pajamas, and pretend that nothing had happened.

So she chose to act before she regretted it.

Su Qinghe raised her hand and grasped the handle of the bathroom door.

Her palms were sweaty, and her hands, gripping the handle, were trembling slightly.

He was clearly extremely nervous.

She took another deep breath, and after calming down a bit, she gently pushed open the door.

"Click".

Immediately afterwards, steam and warm light poured out of the bathroom, enveloping the girl standing at the door in a hazy glow.

Su Qinghe stood at the door, barefoot, her long, fair legs extending from the hem of her black lace dress.

Her neckline was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone, whose lines flowed smoothly down from her shoulders, creating an arc that was hard to look away from.

Her hair was still wet, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks and neck. Water droplets slid slowly down the ends of her hair, dripping into the hollow of her collarbone, and then gently sliding deeper into that hollow.

At this moment, Jiang Che was leaning against the wall of the corridor in a posture that looked rather strange no matter how you looked at it.

The main question is, who would be so kind as to suddenly lean against the wall late at night studying a decorative painting that has no real value?

Su Qinghe could easily tell that this guy was faking it.

He was just standing at the door peeking at her a moment ago, but now he's acting like a gentleman.

Jiang Che himself couldn't keep up the act any longer, so he hummed a little tune and casually turned his gaze back to the present.

Then, their eyes met unexpectedly in the dim light of the corridor.

Jiang Che's pupils visibly contracted the moment his gaze fell upon the clothes Su Qinghe was wearing.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and then he saw Su Qinghe walking towards him.

Su Qinghe stopped in front of him and looked up at his face.

The two were so close that they were less than half a fist apart.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Jiang Che was nervous, but Su Qinghe was actually even more nervous.

She could feel Jiang Che's gaze sweeping over her inch by inch at this moment.

What to do, what to do, what to do...

He was looking at her.

He was really looking at her.

Moreover, the way of watching it is completely different from before.

Jiang Che used to look at her with tenderness and doting eyes, and he was always restrained and reserved.

But now, what was churning deep within his eyes made Su Qinghe's legs go weak just by looking at it.

But she knew in her heart that if she backed down now, she would have wasted her efforts.

Most importantly, isn't her goal tonight to gain the deepest, most complete, and irreplaceable bond?

Therefore, she had no room to back down.

Su Qinghe took a deep breath, then told herself, "Su Qinghe, you're not allowed to back down! You're already dressed, what are you going to be scared of?"

Then, under the somewhat bewildered gaze of the boy, she did something that even she herself couldn't believe she could do.