Chapter 258: Chapter 258: 258: Don't Leave After School (19)

Yu Yue was in a terrible mood, her well-planned confession had been overshadowed by someone else.

Even if Qin Feng had accepted her confession, she still felt humiliated.

Yu Yue didn’t watch what happened next and went straight back to her own room.

The couple who just confessed needed some alone time, so the people on the beach were tactful enough to disperse, either playing games or returning to their rooms.

Chuzheng took a small path and dawdled back to her room.

Her room had been prepared by Zhu Zian, who, guessing she might not be used to having a roommate, did not arrange for one.

Pipapa—

Raindrops were striking the window, making a pop and snap sound.

Is it raining?

Chuzheng glanced out and continued to play with her phone.

She only went to close the window when it was time to sleep.

In the corner of her eye, she caught a shadow moving swiftly towards her.

Why is Good Person Card here?

Chuzheng’s room was at the back of the farmhouse; she spotted Jih Cheng running over from the rear path in a flash.

Jih Cheng hadn’t expected the sudden downpour, and it came torrential.

By the time he reached the shelter of the eaves, his clothes were soaked through. He only wore a thin knitted shirt, which was now drenched and clinging to his body, causing considerable discomfort.

He rubbed his arms and thought about reaching for a cigarette to smoke.

The door behind him suddenly pulled open.

Jih Cheng turned around and met Chuzheng’s cool gaze.

“What are you doing here?” Jih Cheng blurted out.

It sounded as though she shouldn’t be here.

The young man was drenched, and the eaves’ light cast a pallid color on his face, radiating a sense of misery.

“Where should I be?” Chuzheng countered.

“I thought…” Jih Cheng’s voice cut off abruptly as the rain grew louder.

“You thought what?”

“Nothing.” The young man didn’t dare to look at Chuzheng.

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Chuzheng originally planned to find Jih Cheng another room, but the owner said they were all full, and several would have to sleep on the floor.

Having no other choice, Chuzheng reluctantly brought the drenched Jih Cheng back to her room.

Jih Cheng sat in the room; when he came up earlier, he had heard Qin Feng’s voice.

Clenching the hem of his shirt, he asked in feigned calm, “Did you come with Qin Feng?”

Chuzheng threw a clean towel over his head.

“No.”

No?

So how come Qin Feng is here?

Water was dripping from Jih Cheng’s clothes, and the floor was soon wet.

Chuzheng stood beside him: “Take off your clothes.”

Clothes… Take them off…

Jih Cheng’s fingers trembled for a moment.

He hung his head, water droplets clinging to his eyelashes, and when they trembled lightly, they fell onto his fair face.

“No need,” he said.

“You’ll catch a cold.” Who will be blamed for a cold? In the end, Bastard will still come to torment me, right?

“It’s fine,” Jih Cheng shook his head. “I’ll leave when the rain stops.”

Chuzheng started to remove Jih Cheng’s clothes.

“Xu Chuzheng!” Jih Cheng said, a bit annoyed.

Chuzheng pressed down on his wrist, and Jih Cheng’s body sank into the sofa, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, his face showing traces of anger.

“Is wearing wet clothes comfortable?” Chuzheng asked him.

“It’s none of your business,” replied Jih Cheng, his anger unabated.

With one hand pressing his wrist, Chuzheng reached to lift his shirt. Jih Cheng couldn’t break free, and looking at the face so close to his, he suddenly mustered some courage and leaned in, kissing Chuzheng’s lips.

Chuzheng’s movements paused briefly, and the next moment, her hand landed on Jih Cheng’s waist.

As if receiving a response, Jih Cheng, who had initially just pressed his lips against hers, began to kiss, suck, and nibble more fervently…

Jih Cheng’s movements were clumsy.

But the kissing was fierce and urgent.

The young man’s breathing grew ragged as he tried to free his hand held down by Chuzheng, without success.

After an indeterminable time, the young man turned his head away on his own. His chest heaved slightly, his fair and beautiful face flushed.

Chuzheng’s lips pressed against his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Her hand on his waist slipped, and the young man’s body trembled slightly, his breathing even more disordered.

Chuzheng took off his clothes and stepped back as if nothing had happened, “Pants.”

Jih Cheng: “…”

Jih Cheng glared at Chuzheng.

Chuzheng: “…”

What? I already let you kiss me, and now you’re glaring at me?

Be reasonable!

Don’t think just because you’re the Good Person Card I won’t hit you!

Resigned, Jih Cheng undid his pants himself, leaving only his underwear.

“Get into bed.”

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Jih Cheng didn’t move but stared straight at him.

“Say what?” Chuzheng asked.

“About what just happened, don’t you have anything to say?” Jih Cheng’s face was tense.

“You kissed me first!!” Chuzheng emphasized.

“…”

He did kiss her first!

But shouldn’t you say something?

“I kissed you, and you responded to me,” Jih Cheng said. “What does that mean?”

“Shouldn’t I respond to you?” If a kiss feels good, why shouldn’t I respond? That’s not how it works!!

“…” You should respond!? You should have pushed me away!!

Jih Cheng felt that was the response she should have had.

But thinking about her pushing him away, Jih Cheng felt that he would be very upset.

“If it was Qin Feng who kissed you, would you respond to him too?” Jih Cheng blurted out suddenly.

“What does he have to do with it.” Chuzheng’s face was indifferent. “Why do you keep bringing him up?”

What’s so great about Qin Feng?

Is the Good Person Card actually fond of him?

“Answer my question,” he said, his voice lowering.

“I wouldn’t let Qin Feng kiss me,” Chuzheng said as she pulled Jih Cheng into bed and tucked him into the covers. “What’s Qin Feng anyway.”

What’s Qin Feng anyway.

The five calm words instantly cleared the clouds from Jih Cheng’s heart.

Just as Chuzheng prepared to leave the bedside, Jih Cheng suddenly grabbed her. “Then why did you come to see Qin Feng?”

“I didn’t come to see Qin Feng.” Chuzheng was puzzled. “You…”

Chuzheng seemed to realize something.

“Why were you here today?”

Jih Cheng let go of her abruptly and buried his face in the covers, his gaze shifting.

That day, when he entered the classroom, he saw someone hurriedly place a letter on her desk.

He hadn’t intended to look.

But he accidentally knocked it over, the envelope was unsealed, and as it fell, the paper inside also tumbled out.

The paper was the exact size of the envelope, and he saw the contents at a glance.

Qin Feng was asking her out, and it had nothing to do with him.

Yet, he paced restlessly at home and, at the time mentioned in the letter, arrived at that place.

But time passed, and no one showed up.

He thought he had misremembered out of guilt and waited until nine at night.

Still, not a single person appeared.

Chuzheng leaned down, her hands bracing on either side of Jih Cheng: “Did you see that letter?”

It was not a question, but a statement.

Jih Cheng’s face, half exposed, imprisoned by Chuzheng with the blanket, had no way to hide.

“I… it wasn’t on purpose,” the youth’s voice carried an inexplicable hint of grievance.

Although Jih Cheng had no such intention, Chuzheng heard it in his voice as if he did.

Chuzheng loosened her grip slightly, pulling the blanket to his chin, and kissed him.

Chuzheng’s kiss was nothing like his terrible one.

Jih Cheng’s head spun with the kiss, all his thoughts scattered, tangled into a mess.