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The sound of a car horn startled the two silent occupants inside.
Bo Ying avoided He Jingxiu’s gaze, her cheeks involuntarily flushing red.
She pursed her lips and looked away, saying, “Who said anything about starving you for three days? Your meals are not my responsibility.”
He Jingxiu lowered his eyes to look at her, calmly asking, “Do you want to take charge?”
“...”
Hearing this, Bo Ying vaguely felt that their conversation was gradually drifting away from the control of “desserts” and heading towards an uncontrollable direction.
She furrowed her brows, not delving into the deeper meaning of his words, and directly said, “I don’t want to be in charge at all.”
Bo Ying glared at him, “I don’t even want to manage my own meals.”
He Jingxiu: “...”
He was momentarily speechless, a sense of helplessness welling up within him.
“Alright.” He Jingxiu chuckled helplessly, looking at the two small desserts in front of him, “You really want me to finish them?”
Bo Ying wanted to nod, but when she saw his slightly weary face and occasionally tired eyes, she couldn’t bear it.
“You wish.” Bo Ying was unreasonable, “Delicious food can’t be enjoyed by you alone. I’m going to eat one.”
He Jingxiu curved his lips and willingly ate the unpalatable dessert.
Bo Ying leisurely unwrapped the one in her hand. As soon as she opened it, He Jingxiu had already finished his dessert.
“So fast?” Bo Ying was astonished, “Don’t you dislike eating it?”
He Jingxiu drank most of the bottled water they bought earlier, his face showing bitterness, “Prolonged pain is worse than short-term pain.”
This reason was something Bo Ying hadn’t thought of before.
She couldn’t help but smile, her lips curving upwards, muttering, “Clearly, I invited you to eat dessert. Why do you make it seem like I am forcing you?”
He Jingxiu gazed at her deeply; the meaning in his pupils was understood by both.
Bo Ying was indeed forcing him to eat. If it weren’t for her, He Jingxiu would never have eaten such a large piece of terrible dessert in his life.
As they talked, Bo Ying herself started laughing.
Feeling relaxed, she stopped being petty with He Jingxiu and slowly began to eat her own piece of dessert.
After taking a couple of bites, Bo Ying put it away.
He Jingxiu raised an eyebrow, “Not eating anymore?”
“...No more.” Bo Ying made an excuse, “Eating at this time will make me gain weight.”
He Jingxiu knew this was just an excuse and didn’t expose her. He smiled and extended his hand to her, “Give it to me.”
Bo Ying: “Ah?”
She looked at his outstretched palm—his fingers were long, the joints distinct, the palm wide, and the lines on his palm exposed clearly before her.
Looking at it, she couldn’t resist leaning closer, “He Jingxiu, your career line is so smooth.”
“...?”
He Jingxiu chuckled helplessly, “You still read these things?”
“Yes.” Without thinking, Bo Ying held his fingers and carefully examined them, analyzing for him, “This is the career line, this is the wisdom line, and this is the life line...”
She spoke confidently, as if she truly had an in-depth understanding.
He Jingxiu watched the little head nestled against his chest; her hair was fluffy, appearing very soft, making one want to reach out and ruffle it, touch it.
Bo Ying’s crown had a tiny swirl, which looked somewhat cute.
As he was watching, Bo Ying unexpectedly lifted her head.
Noticing He Jingxiu’s strange gaze, Bo Ying instinctively reached up to touch her head, hesitantly asking, “Is there something on my head?”
He Jingxiu looked at her nervous expression and solemnly nodded, “Mm.”
“What is it?”
Bo Ying’s face stiffened slightly, thoughts racing through her mind and body. Could it be... could it be dandruff on her scalp?
It shouldn’t be. She washed her hair at a salon today before leaving. Could it be the shampoo wasn’t good?
He Jingxiu watched her ever-changing expressions, from shock to distress, to embarrassment, each change amusing him.
He Jingxiu covered his mouth with a fist, coughed lightly, and before he could speak, Bo Ying quickly said, “I washed my hair at the salon today. It must be that young man who didn’t wash it properly.”
Bo Ying frowned tightly, angrily saying, “I won’t go there again next time.”
“...”
He Jingxiu automatically filtered out the other words and seized on the key point, “Young man?”
“Mm-hmm.” Bo Ying was feeling awkward at this moment, randomly scratching her hair and complaining, “That young man looked so handsome with his mask on. I thought he was good at washing hair too.”
He Jingxiu didn’t say anything.
Bo Ying ignored him, pulling down a small mirror above the passenger seat, trying to see if there was any dandruff on her head. But alas, while her hair could be seen in the mirror, her eyes couldn’t.
After struggling several times, Bo Ying gave up.
“He Jingxiu.” She sought help from the person beside her, “Can you check if it’s still there?”
Bo Ying was certain that every time she washed her hair, it was always exceptionally clean. Today, if there was any dandruff, it must be due to the shampoo and the young man washing her hair.
He Jingxiu paused, reaching out to touch her head under her watchful eyes.
His fingers moved like plucking strings on a musical instrument, stopping abruptly after a few moments, leaving Bo Ying craving more.
“Gone?”
He Jingxiu nodded, keeping a straight face, “Gone.”
Upon hearing this, Bo Ying let out a sigh of relief.
She tidied her disheveled hair in the mirror, inadvertently glancing to the side, only to catch He Jingxiu struggling to suppress a rising smile.
Bo Ying froze for a moment, raising her gaze to meet his amused eyes.
Within three seconds, she realized.
“He Jingxiu!”
In her anger and embarrassment, Bo Ying, without thinking, raised her hand to punch his chest.
He Jingxiu couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter.
Bo Ying became even angrier. Her tearful eyes glared at him, feeling that punching him wasn’t satisfying enough.
At that moment, Bo Ying didn’t know where she got the courage, leaning her body forward and extending her hand, aiming for his hair.
A short while later, He Jingxiu’s hair was messed up by her.
His hair was short, neat black hair. Strangely, when Bo Ying’s palm landed on his strands, she didn’t feel any prickly sensation.
His hair was much softer than she imagined, limp and extremely pleasant to touch. It felt a bit like Chi Lu’s little cat, making her want to keep touching it.
Realizing her excessive thoughts, Bo Ying stopped her hand and glanced at him accordingly.
Their eyes met.
After a few seconds, Bo Ying regretted it.
She blinked softly, stuttering as she pulled back, forgetting her previous bold actions.
“I...” She weakly said, “Do you believe me when I say it wasn’t intentional?”
He Jingxiu looked at her, remaining silent.
To Bo Ying, his expression signified anger.
Bo Ying knew she was in the wrong, guiltily touching the tip of her nose, “I’m sorry.”
She sneakily glanced at him, then suggested, “Or should I mess up your hair too?”
He Jingxiu: “...”
He tilted his head, holding back a laugh, “Do you think it’s the same?”
Bo Ying choked, struggling to say, “Almost the same, right?”
He Jingxiu liked watching her guilty little emotions, deeply feeling that she was somewhat like Mrs. Chen’s little dog. After doing something naughty, it would wag its big ears, lower its little head, and nuzzle against your feet to apologize, wanting you to forgive it.
He Jingxiu wasn’t the type of person who particularly loved dogs. When Mrs. Chen first brought the dog home, he even found it annoying and wouldn’t let the dog get close to him.
But after a period of time, he couldn’t help but soften his heart towards the dog that followed him every day, clinging to him, wanting him to take it out for walks. He repeatedly compromised and took it out.
Now, he would specially return to Mrs. Chen’s place for dinner because of the dog. For this, Mrs. Chen scolded him several times, saying he only cared about the dog and not them, the two elders, feeling that raising him was a waste.
...
As He Jingxiu remained silent, Bo Ying anxiously waited.
After waiting for a while, she couldn’t bear it and spoke up, “So, what about letting me reciprocate? Is that okay?”
He Jingxiu snapped back to reality, gazing deeply at her, “Reciprocate?”
He pondered the deeper meaning of those words.
Bo Ying nodded, “Mm!”
She threw caution to the wind, thinking that at worst, she’d wash her hair again tomorrow.
He Jingxiu looked at her resolute expression, calculating meticulously and settling accounts with her, “But didn’t you mess up my hair earlier? Didn’t you also hit me?”
“? “
Bo Ying’s smile stiffened, her gaze traveling from top to bottom, landing on the spot where she had just hit him.
She struggled to force a smile, “I just... punched your chest a few times, barely using any strength.”
“Really?” He Jingxiu didn’t believe her, “Why do I feel like you used quite a bit of force?”
“Not at all.” Bo Ying felt he was slandering her. Without thinking, she raised her hand again to punch him, “This is all the strength I have. Do you still feel pain?”
“...”
He Jingxiu lowered his eyelashes to look at her hand falling back onto his left shoulder.
Bo Ying followed his gaze, a torrent of swear words rushing through her mind. Had she lost her mind in the middle of the night? Why did she use such a stupid method to prove herself?!
“I...” Bo Ying’s small fist loosened, trying to retract, “I’m just re-enacting the scene for you. Do you understand what I mean?”
Unfortunately, He Jingxiu didn’t give her a chance to dodge.
He firmly grasped her slender wrist, saying unappreciatively, “I don’t quite understand.”
Bo Ying was on the verge of tears, glancing at her captured hand, struggling to break free. Alas, the disparity in their strength meant she couldn’t even budge.
“He Jingxiu.”
Bo Ying started to play the victim, “My wrist hurts. Can you loosen it a bit?”
He Jingxiu glanced at her but didn’t let go.
He knew that Bo Ying always knew how to handle people. She was cunning, knowing that being tough on him wouldn’t work, so she started to soften her approach.
This tactic might not work on others, but it always worked on He Jingxiu.
“Does it really hurt?” He Jingxiu scrutinized her, “If your expression looks more pained when you pretend, I’ll believe you.”
Bo Ying choked, glaring at him, recklessly asking, “Then what do you want? Should I punch you back?”
He Jingxiu chuckled helplessly, softly asking, “Do you think I’m this childish in your eyes?”
Bo Ying pouted, arrogantly humming, “More or less.”
He Jingxiu glanced at her, looking at her fist still pressed against his chest.
Noticing his gaze, Bo Ying naturally followed along.
By this point, she belatedly realized how childish their back-and-forth in the car had been. Even scarier was that Bo Ying’s small fist could feel his body temperature.
He Jingxiu had taken off his trench coat, leaving only a thin shirt. Beneath the shirt was his hot, burning skin.
Bo Ying froze, her cheeks quickly heating up.
She pursed her lips, uncomfortably averting her eyes, “He Jingxiu, let go.”
He Jingxiu looked at her gradually reddening earlobes, his pupils darkening, his Adam’s apple moving up and down, his voice low, “Let’s not repeat this.”
Bo Ying mumbled “Mm-mmm” twice, retracting her hand that retained the warmth of his palm, “Won’t happen again, won’t happen again.”
She didn’t dare to treat him like that again.
To prevent any further mishaps, she urged, “Let’s go home. I’m so sleepy.”
He Jingxiu agreed, driving her home.
The Mini Cooper smoothly returned to the road.
When He Jingxiu drove, his expression was focused, rarely distracted by looking around.
At this hour, everything around was quiet.
The light and shadow flickered, filtering through rustling leaves, casting shadows.
The car left traces of its passage on the wide road, like a gust of wind blowing by.
Bo Ying kept looking out the window, observing the trees by the roadside, the small shops on the street, and even stared at a road sign for a long time when the traffic light turned red.
She looked at everything except the person beside her.
Taking advantage of He Jingxiu not noticing, she secretly used her left hand to hold her right hand, trying to relieve the burning heat in her right hand.
Bo Ying wasn’t sure if she was overthinking, but just now, besides feeling He Jingxiu’s “unusually” hot body temperature, she also felt his heartbeat.
When her hand pressed against his chest, his heart pulsed, pounding like a drum, transmitting through the thin clothing to her hand.
And at that moment, her steadily beating heart escaped her self-control, throbbing in sync with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
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