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

Su Qinghe's gaze was fixed on the words "stirring the wok," and her mind went blank for about three seconds.

Then she realized what these people were talking about.

Her cheeks instantly went from a slight flush to a deep red.

She instinctively covered her phone screen with her chest, as if afraid that Jiang Che next to her would see it.

But in reality, Jiang Che wasn't sitting next to her at all; he was in the kitchen getting a drink of water.

Even so, Su Qinghe's heart was pounding wildly for a long time. But as nervous as she was, the excitement was undeniable.

After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't resist flipping her phone back over and continuing to secretly look at it.

"Hahaha, the ladies upstairs are so naughty, but I still want to ask—have you tried it, ladies?"

"The advantage of a large size difference is that you can be picked up completely! Those who know, know!"

"Why didn't you say that kissing would disconnect the connection?"

"Stop, stop! I hereby declare this comment section unsuitable for minors."

Su Qinghe gripped her phone, her cheeks burning hot, and images from last night involuntarily flashed through her mind.

He really... gave her her whole...

No, no, no, I can't think about it anymore!

Su Qinghe took several deep breaths to calm herself down, quickly exited the comments section, and shoved her locked phone into the sofa cushions.

Then he curled up into a small ball, covered his face with both hands, and his ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.

At that moment, Jiang Che returned from the kitchen with a glass of water. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Su Qinghe covering her face and hiding in the corner of the sofa.

A question mark slowly appeared on his head.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing!"

Seeing Jiang Che return, Su Qinghe couldn't help but recall the outrageous comments in the comment section. A muffled voice escaped from between her fingers, "It's just... the netizens are too enthusiastic..."

"Netizens? Enthusiasm?"

Did anyone mention netizens just now?

Jiang Che sat down next to her, somewhat puzzled. "What kind of passionate method?"

As he asked the question, he picked up his phone from the table and opened Douyin (TikTok) to browse the comments section of Su Qinghe's video.

"Hey, you're not allowed to look!!"

As soon as Su Qinghe finished speaking, she lunged at Jiang Che to grab his phone, but Jiang Che's reaction speed was obviously much faster than hers. He raised the phone with one hand and easily pressed down on her head with the other.

Su Qinghe waved her hands in vain in the air, like a little sparrow flapping its wings, unable to reach the phone he was holding up.

"Jiang Che, put him down!!"

"Wait a minute, let me see what you're all talking about."

"No, no, no, absolutely not!!"

Su Qinghe was so anxious that her face turned red. She jumped up and down several times but still couldn't reach him. In the end, she simply hung on Jiang Che's arm and used her whole body weight to pull him down.

However, Jiang Che's arm remained motionless, as if cast in iron. Su Qinghe had been hanging there for a long time and was panting heavily, but his arm didn't even sway.

Then Jiang Che unlocked his phone with his other hand and scrolled to the comments section of the video Su Qinghe posted.

His gaze swept down line by line.

When Jiang Che saw the words "stirring the wok," his expression visibly paused for a moment.

Look down again.

"The advantage of a large size difference is that you can be picked up completely! Those who know, know!"

Jiang Che raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Why didn't you say that kissing would disconnect the connection?"

His lips twitched involuntarily.

Su Qinghe clung to his arm, secretly glancing up at his expression before quickly burying her face back down.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, he saw it.

He saw it all.

The air was silent for about three seconds.

Then Jiang Che slowly lowered his head and looked at Su Qinghe, who was hanging on his arm.

"So you were sitting on the sofa with your face covered just now because you were looking at these?"

Su Qinghe buried her face in his arm and mumbled a single word.

"……Um."

There was silence for another two seconds.

Then Jiang Che suddenly bent down, grabbed her waist with one hand and supported her knees with the other, and swiftly and neatly lifted her up in his arms.

"Ah—! What are you doing!"

Su Qinghe was startled by this sudden action and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Jiang Che carried her towards the bedroom without changing his expression, speaking in an extremely calm tone as they walked, "They're just curious, aren't they?"

Su Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, "Okay, what are you curious about...?"

I'm curious what it's like for couples with a large size difference to be together.

Su Qinghe's mind went completely blank.

She then realized what Jiang Che was going to do by holding her.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Jiang Che, you didn't! Let me explain! I wasn't curious! I just saw it by accident!"

"Yes, I know." Jiang Che's tone was calm, and his steps were steady. "But I think this issue is indeed worth verifying."

"No verification needed! Absolutely no verification required!"

"Bang."

The bedroom door was closed amidst Su Qinghe's protests.

……

The next morning.

Su Qinghe was awakened by the soreness in her body.

To be precise, every muscle in her body was strongly protesting against her.

Especially the waist.

And legs.

Su Qinghe opened her eyes groggily and tried to turn over, but as soon as she moved, she gasped.

pain.

It really hurts.

Last night's "verification" was a bit too thorough...

Su Qinghe bit her lip and groaned softly, then turned her head to look at her side.

The pillow was empty, and the blanket had been carefully tucked in. Only a trace of warmth remained, proving that the person next to them had been lying there not long ago.

The faint sounds of spatulas clattering and the faint aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

Su Qinghe lingered in bed for a few more minutes before finally gritting her teeth and getting out of bed.

Her movements were very, very slow, so slow that it took her almost a minute to go from sitting up to standing on the ground.

The moment my feet touched the floor, my knees buckled slightly.

After steadying herself by holding onto the bedside table, Su Qinghe looked down at her reflection.

She was wearing one of Jiang Che's gray hoodies at the moment, because after all the commotion last night, she simply didn't have the energy to look for her pajamas.

In the end, Jiang Che just grabbed one of his own clothes from the hanger and put it on her.

The sweatshirt was huge; it looked like a dress on her, with the hem covering her thighs and the sleeves extending way out.

But it was warm, and it smelled entirely of him.

Su Qinghe pulled her sleeve down to her nose and smelled it, then smiled with her eyes narrowed.

After laughing, her gaze inadvertently fell on the bedside table, where the two newly bought notebooks were quietly stacked.

One is cherry blossom pink, the other is sky blue.

Su Qinghe's eyes lit up instantly.

She forgot that she had an important thing to do.