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

Jiang Che lay in bed thinking about many things he needed to do that night. Sleepiness quickly overcame him, so he turned over and buried his face in the soft pillow.

A few minutes later, his breathing became long and even, and he fell into a deep sleep.

……

The living room was quiet.

Su Qinghe sat on the sofa, hugging her knees with both hands, her ears perked up like a wary little rabbit.

There has been no movement from the bedroom for a long time.

Is he asleep?

Su Qinghe bit her lower lip, her bare feet touched the floor, and she stood up silently.

She didn't wear slippers because slippers would make noise when she walked and wake him up.

She stretched out her hands, groping in the air, and moved little by little toward the bedroom based on her memory.

Su Qinghe quickly touched the cold doorknob. She took a deep breath and gently turned her wrist—

"Click".

Despite being very careful, the door lock still made a soft click, startling Su Qinghe so much that she froze, pressing herself against the door and daring not to move.

After several seconds, making sure there was no sound from inside, she breathed a sigh of relief and mustered her courage again to push the door open a crack and squeeze in sideways.

The curtains were drawn in the bedroom, making it dimly lit.

But this made no difference to Su Qinghe. Her world was already pitch black anyway, so whether it was white or black made no difference to her.

Like a ghost wandering in the night, Su Qinghe skillfully made her way to the bedside.

Her knees touched the soft edge of the bed.

He then slowly squatted down, put his hands on the sheets, and brought his face close to the bed.

The familiar scent immediately rushed into her nose, crisp and pleasant.

Su Qinghe took a deep breath, as if she wanted to etch the taste into her lungs.

She stretched out a finger, trembling as she reached out, and soon her fingertip touched a patch of warm skin.

It was his cheek.

Jiang Che was fast asleep and did not react to the sudden touch.

Su Qinghe's fingers slowly traced his outline.

brow bone, bridge of the nose, lips, chin...

Although she couldn't see it, she had already sketched out the face in her mind based on her memories.

She is more beautiful than anyone else in the world.

"Jiang Che..."

She whispered a name, so softly that only she could hear it.

no respond.

Su Qinghe's heart began to pound wildly, as if a small drum was pounding frantically in her chest.

A bold, almost insane idea sprouted in her mind, quickly entwining her reason like vines.

As Sister Bai once said, if you want to capture a man's heart, you have to be proactive and bold.

Even if it involves some underhanded means, even if it's somewhat despicable.

As long as the result is good, the process is not important.

She slowly moved her head closer, little by little...

The distance is getting closer and closer—

She was so close that she could feel his warm breath gently spraying onto her face, making her skin and heart itch.

Su Qinghe slowly closed her eyes and, using the position of her breath, pressed her lips to hers.

Gently, softly, like a feather brushing across the water.

The moment she touched it, Su Qinghe felt her very soul tremble.

I managed to steal a kiss...

This was the most outrageous and daring thing she had ever done in her life.

She quickly retreated, covering her burning lips, and squatted by the bed, panting heavily, her face as red as a ripe tomato.

But what followed was not shame, but a twisted and morbid sense of satisfaction.

He is hers.

It belongs to her alone.

Lin Wanwan threw him away, like throwing away trash.

Since it's already lost, there's no right to pick it up again.

Su Qinghe gently stroked the shape of the boy's face with her palm, and a beautiful smile slowly bloomed on her lips.

"Jiang Che, you are my lifeline..."

"If you don't want me anymore, I'll die, I really will die..."

She repeated these words in her mind over and over again, as if she were making some kind of sacred and crazy vow.

His once empty eyes were now surging with a heart-stopping possessiveness.

She needs him.

It wasn't just because he saved her and gave her a home.

More importantly, because he is the only source of heat in this cold and dark world.

Su Qinghe stood up and gently lifted a corner of the blanket.

Then, like a kitten seeking shelter, it cautiously slipped inside.

The blankets were filled with his body heat.

It's so warm.

She turned to the side, her back to Jiang Che, curled herself into a ball like a shrimp, and then slowly moved backward.

Until her back pressed against the boy's broad, warm chest.

Until that powerful heartbeat traveled down her spine and overlapped with her heartbeat.

Su Qinghe finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

She grabbed Jiang Che's arm and forcibly wrapped it around her waist, then buried her face in the pillow and took a deep breath of the air still carrying his scent.

So be it.

Even if I'm seen as a pervert, even if I'm hated in the future.

At least for now, at this moment.

He belongs to her.

Su Qinghe curled her lips into a satisfied yet eerie smile in the darkness, then found a comfortable position in Jiang Che's arms and slowly closed her eyes.

……

When Jiang Che woke up, he was confused again. How come there was another petite body in his arms when he closed his eyes and opened them again?

He looked down and saw that Su Qinghe was still curled up in his arms, her soft back pressed tightly against his front.

And his hand was resting very naturally on the girl's slender waist.

Even through the thin pink pajama fabric, the delicate and soft touch under my palm was still very clear.

Jiang Che realized that this little thing was deliberately snuggling into his arms. How much must she like him to be so willing to do this?

He moved his fingers and subconsciously pinched that slender waist lightly.

Yes, it's very soft, and it feels really nice to the touch.

As a vigorous 18-year-old boy, facing such a scene at midday, his body instinctively felt restless.

But instead of pushing him away as he had in the morning, he turned his head and glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table.

It's 1:30 now, and there are still 40 minutes before afternoon classes start.

It's still early.

So Jiang Che tightened his arms around the person in his arms, making them press closer together, and closed his eyes again, intending to stay in bed a little longer.

But just then, Su Qinghe woke up.

She blinked groggily, her mind still foggy, but she hadn't forgotten that she had secretly climbed into Jiang Che's bed.

The girl remained motionless for about ten seconds. Seeing that the person holding her did not react, she tentatively turned over and turned her face toward Jiang Che's face.

She was "watching" him.

Even though it was pitch black, she wanted to get closer to him, to make sure he was still by her side.

Su Qinghe brought her face closer, carefully pressing her ear against his chest to listen to the strong heartbeat inside, her face flushing slightly.

Thankfully, he didn't wake up.

We won't send her away if she's not awake.

Su Qinghe boldly reached out her arm and quietly wrapped it around Jiang Che's waist.

He hugged me...

very nice.

Just as she was secretly pleased and preparing to bury her face even deeper—

A soft chuckle suddenly came from above, "Have you touched enough?"