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

"Why don't you play in the living room for a while?"

Jiang Che walked over, took the newly bought phone out of Su Qinghe's pocket, and put it in her hand. "You can practice the practical skills you learned in the store, or you can listen to audiobooks or something. There are snacks and fruits on the coffee table; help yourself if you get hungry."

Jiang Che's arrangements were quite thoughtful, but he clearly underestimated how clingy Su Qinghe was.

Su Qinghe stood still, holding her phone.

She heard Jiang Che turn and walk towards the bedroom, and her unease instantly resurfaced.

She didn't want to be alone.

Even though they were separated by just a door, she felt that she and Jiang Che were from two different worlds.

"Jiang Che..."

Jiang Che had just reached the bedroom door when he heard a noise behind him, so he stopped and turned around to look at her: "What's wrong?"

Su Qinghe bit her lower lip, twisting her hands together in front of her, and hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to speak: "I...can I go in with you?"

"Go inside?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Hmm..." Su Qinghe nodded, then quickly added, afraid he would refuse, "I'll just sit right next to you, I definitely won't disturb you... I don't want to be outside alone, it's too quiet, I'm scared..."

By the end, Su Qinghe's voice was very soft, and her cautious manner conveyed her distress.

But this wasn't something she was pretending on purpose; she genuinely couldn't accept being separated from Jiang Che, not even for a minute.

Only when she could smell his scent and hear his breath could she feel that he was by her side.

Jiang Che was very easily manipulated by her pitiful appearance, whether it was acting or real.

Imagine a delicate, sweet girl pleading with you in a pitiful, coquettish way—who could resist that?

Forget about going inside, even if this girl asked for the stars in the sky right now, he'd probably find a way to get a ladder and pluck a couple down.

"Alright, alright, come in."

Jiang Che sighed helplessly, silently cursing her as a clingy person, before grabbing her wrist and leading her into the house.

Su Qinghe's expression changed very quickly. The moment she heard Jiang Che agree to her request, a small smile immediately bloomed on her face, and she quickly followed after him.

……

Jiang Che's bedroom is large, decorated in a cold, hard industrial style, mainly in black, white and gray.

The desk was placed against the window, piled high with all sorts of books and exam papers, and also had a top-of-the-line desktop computer.

Jiang Che glanced at Su Qinghe subconsciously, just about to explain that he didn't usually like to tidy up his room and asked her to bear with it.

She opened her mouth and then remembered that she couldn't see, so her heart, which had been tense for some reason, calmed down.

"Sit on the bed, the chair is too hard."

Jiang Che led Su Qinghe to sit down on the bedside, and casually pulled a pillow over and stuffed it into her arms. "If you're sleepy, just take a nap. The blanket is behind you."

"Mmm." Su Qinghe hugged a pillow, took off her slippers, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed.

Her obedient appearance gave Jiang Che the illusion that he was abducting a minor.

But Su Qinghe is a grown woman, so kidnapping her doesn't seem out of the question...

Jiang Che quickly shook his head to clear his mind of those chaotic thoughts.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, took out a stack of crumpled test papers from his schoolbag, randomly picked out a math paper, flattened it, and picked up a pen to start spinning.

"Shuashuashua——"

The room was soon filled with the sound of writing.

Su Qinghe listened with her ear tilted to the side, her lips slightly pursed, gently "gazing" in Jiang Che's direction.

For her, it was not just the sound of writing, but also a source of her sense of security.

As soon as she heard that voice, she knew that Jiang Che was less than two meters away from her.

This feels so good.

However, for Jiang Che, this was not so pleasant.

He could manage to write the simple questions at the beginning by relying on muscle memory, but when it came to the more difficult questions, he stared at the questions for a long time without even moving his pen.

My mind is filled with the soft breathing behind me; I can't write anything at all.

Just the thought of Su Qinghe sitting on his bed, wearing a soft sweater, her unseen but still beautiful eyes "staring" at his back, made him feel like ants were crawling all over his body.

I'm so restless.

Jiang Che irritably threw his pen on the table and grabbed the iced cola next to him, taking a big gulp.

What's the point of writing this?

He turned around and his gaze fell on Su Qinghe.

The little girl was sitting quietly, holding her phone but not playing with it. Her head was tilted slightly, as if she was listening to the wind outside the window, or perhaps she was daydreaming.

The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, landing perfectly on her profile and giving her a fuzzy, golden glow.

Her skin was so white it glowed, and even the fine hairs on her face were clearly visible.

So well-behaved.

She's so docile that you want to hold her in your hands, yet you also want to tease her mercilessly and see her cry and beg for mercy.

His idea is absolutely inhuman.

Jiang Che cursed himself inwardly. The other person was already so pitiful, so why was he still thinking about such lewd things?

But then again, since you can't seem to get into studying, you might as well do something productive.

This is a good opportunity to lay everything out with Su Qinghe.

Jiang Che is a man of action; once he has an idea in mind, he stops hesitating.

He turned the chair around to face Su Qinghe, casually spread his legs, rested his elbows on his knees, and leaned forward slightly.

"Su Qinghe".

Startled by being called out, Su Qinghe trembled slightly and turned her head blankly toward the source of the voice: "Huh? What's wrong? Did I disturb you?"

"No, I'm not writing anymore, it's giving me a headache."

Jiang Che made up a reason on the spot, his gaze fixed on her face, not wanting to miss any subtle changes in her expression.

"Since we're free anyway, how about we chat?"

"What...what should we talk about?"

Although Su Qinghe didn't know what Jiang Che wanted to say to her, she felt inexplicably nervous, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the pillow.

Compared to Su Qinghe's nervousness, Jiang Che appeared much more relaxed and natural.

"Let's talk about the two of us."

Let's talk... talk about what happened between the two of them?

Su Qinghe was stunned. Her already tense mood became even more unpleasant, and she felt that Jiang Che was about to say something terrible at any moment.

"Su Qinghe".

Jiang Che called out, leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and stared intently at the little girl sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You know I'm not one to beat around the bush, so I'll just ask directly—"

He paused for a moment, observing Su Qinghe's reaction.

Do you like me?