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

Jiang Che walked in from outside the door. Although his hair was almost dry, some parts of it were still a little damp because he was a bit too impatient.

A few strands of hair that fell across her forehead were constantly dripping water from the ends.

At this moment, the dim light in the room enveloped half of his body in a warm halo, making his angular features stand out clearly.

The boy's gaze locked onto the blanket curled up in a small ball on the bed almost the moment he pushed open the door.

Jiang Che chuckled silently. Was this girl trying to turn herself into a spring roll by wrapping herself up like this?

He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

The mattress sagged slightly under his weight, and Su Qinghe's body slid a little in that direction.

"Su classmate." Jiang Che reached out and poked the dumpling with his finger.

There was no response from under the covers.

"Su Qinghe, classmate."

Still no response.

Left with no other choice, Jiang Che reached out, gently pinched the edge of the blanket, and pulled it down a little.

Hiding inside, Su Qinghe clung tightly to the blanket, pulling on the corners with both hands from the inside, playing a tug-of-war with him.

After struggling for a while, Su Qinghe realized that she was no match for Jiang Che, so she simply gave up.

He huddled under the covers and pretended to be dead.

Jiang Che quickly felt the force that had been resisting him suddenly disappear, and he subconsciously let go.

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Che spoke first: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"

"I've been waiting."

"Then why did you hide?"

"I...I didn't dodge..."

"You're already under the covers, isn't that considered hiding?"

"I just...feel a little cold..."

"Su, even if it's cold, you don't need to bury your head under the covers. Aren't you afraid of suffocating?"

"..."

Su Qinghe closed her eyes under the covers.

Oh no, my excuse has been exposed.

I should have said I was sleepy, not cold.

The problem is, if you say you're sleepy, wouldn't that be even more contradictory?

How could someone who was just standing in the hallway wearing those clothes, hooking someone's chin and kissing them for ages, possibly be sleepy...?

Su Qinghe felt that her brain was like the messy string lights on the rooftop—tangled up, completely tangled up, and impossible to untangle.

Just as she was having a fierce internal struggle under the covers, Jiang Che suddenly lifted a corner of the blanket.

Before Su Qinghe could react, Jiang Che reached in and grabbed her wrist.

Then she was pulled out of the blanket.

The light fell on her face again, and Su Qinghe subconsciously squinted her eyes before meeting Jiang Che's face, which was so close to hers.

He sat on the edge of the bed, turned sideways and looked down at her.

Just then, a drop of water slid down from his hair and landed on Su Qinghe's collarbone with a soft thud.

The tiny drop of coolness made Su Qinghe's body involuntarily shrink slightly.

Jiang Che's gaze followed the drop of water a short distance downwards, then paused at a certain point before casually returning to her face.

But Su Qinghe did not miss this subtle change in his eyes.

My heart started beating even faster.

"What you just did..."

After hesitating for a moment, Su Qinghe couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Were you nervous while taking a shower?"

Jiang Che paused for a moment, then nodded honestly.

"nervous."

Su Qinghe was taken aback by his straightforward answer.

"real?"

"real."

How nervous were you?

"I was so nervous that I spent ages washing my hair, only to realize I hadn't used any shampoo."

Su Qinghe burst out laughing.

With that smile, the string inside my body that was about to snap seemed to loosen a tiny bit.

Although I was still nervous, at least I didn't feel as suffocated as before.

After laughing, Su Qinghe remained silent for two seconds.

Then she slowly sat up in bed, and the blanket slowly slipped off her body as she moved.

Her black lace lingerie stood out strikingly in the dim light.

Delicate collarbones, fair shoulders, and a slender waistline subtly outline the girl's figure.

Su Qinghe bit her lower lip, her gaze somewhat evasive, but she still stretched out her hands.

She wrapped her arms around Jiang Che's neck.

"A-Che..."

She called out softly, then leaned her face closer.

This time, she did not close her eyes.

She stared with her reddened eyes as his face drew closer and closer.

Nearly.

closer.

They were so close that their breaths completely blended together.

Then she tiptoed and kissed his lips.

Jiang Che was stunned for a moment, then quickly reached out and put his arm around her waist.

He could no longer restrain himself, nor could he control himself.

Su Qinghe was slowly pushed backward by his forceful takeover, her back touching the soft pillow and bed again.

Her hands were still tightly wrapped around his neck, her fingers interlaced behind his head.

It's as if they have no intention of letting go for the rest of their lives.

Jiang Che rested one hand on her ear and gently stroked her cheek with the other.

Su Qinghe's breathing was completely disordered; her chest heaved rapidly, and she trembled slightly with each inhale.

Their lips parted and then pressed together, pressed together and then parted again.

Su Qinghe's fingers slid from his neck to his shoulder, and then from his shoulder to his chest.

She could feel his strong, powerful chest, and beneath it, his heart pounding just as wildly as hers.

So it turns out he was the same way.

He appeared much calmer than her, but his heartbeat betrayed his inner thoughts.

The last trace of unease in Su Qinghe's heart completely melted away.

She tilted her head slightly, leaned close to his ear, and said, "A-Che... I'm ready."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che's breathing became slightly heavier, and then he lowered his head and placed a kiss on the girl's forehead.

"Are you really sure?"

"Yes, I've thought it through."

The already dimly lit room was now completely plunged into darkness.

Only a sliver of moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains, falling on the floor at the foot of the bed and outlining a faint silver streak.

The darkness seemed to give the two of them a strange courage.

When you can't see each other's expressions, there's no need to deliberately hide anything anymore.

Su Qinghe felt Jiang Che's fingertips land on her shoulder, and he slowly pushed the shoulder strap down a little.