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The deafening singing in the KTV continued to pour out, and the lights at the main entrance flashed, exceptionally dazzling.
The autumn evening breeze swept by, not only swaying the branches and leaves but also stirring her heartstrings.
For a moment, Bo Ying felt as if the cactus she had nurtured for years had suddenly blossomed.
Overnight, without any warning, flowers bloomed throughout the garden. Swaying in the wind, a faint floral scent drifted to her nose, visible and fragrant only to her.
Her hand was still held by He Jingxiu, pressed against his thin clothing, feeling his heartbeat.
Suddenly, Bo Ying found herself speechless.
He Jingxiu was not in a hurry; he didn’t rush her. He waited quietly for her answer.
After a long while, Bo Ying finally found her voice.
She lowered her gaze to her hand, poked his chest with her index finger, and whispered, “...You didn’t even say you liked me.”
He Jingxiu was startled, taken aback.
He paused, then spoke words he usually wouldn’t, words he considered a little too sentimental, just for her.
“I like you.” He Jingxiu’s eyes shimmered with light, suppressing a smile, “I’ve liked you for a very, very long time.”
The answer he couldn’t give her years ago, he was now telling her personally.
She had silently taken root in his heart at some point he couldn’t recall, and he couldn’t, nor did he want to, drive her away.
In all the years they had no contact, it wasn’t that He Jingxiu hadn’t thought about moving on. There was no need to keep his heart with a careless little troublemaker. But before he could even act, the moment he thought of her, all his thoughts of moving forward would suddenly vanish.
“Just wait a little longer.”
He always thought that way. Maybe they would meet again someday.
If she was still alone, even if she had forgotten him, he couldn’t let her run away again.
His gaze was too intense, with an indescribable penetrative power that made Bo Ying flush.
Her earlobes burned, and the warmth she felt at her fingertips also began to heat up.
She self-consciously pursed her lips, met his gaze, and lightly hummed, “Then... I’ll reluctantly agree to you.”
He Jingxiu raised an eyebrow and asked softly, “Reluctantly?”
“Yes,” Bo Ying gave him a sidelong glance, “You proposed without flowers or gifts. I’m already giving you a lot of face by reluctantly agreeing.”
He Jingxiu smiled, leaned down, and touched her soft lips, his voice carrying a chuckle, “Thank you, little troublemaker, for giving me this opportunity.”
His kiss landed on her lips.
Bo Ying’s hand remained on his chest, feeling his heart beat faster and faster as they kissed, and his body temperature grow hotter because of her.
Bo Ying always knew that she was quite heartless; she would deliberately choose to forget many unhappy things.
Just like when she called him back then, knowing there was a girl on the other end and guessing he had a new life, she didn’t cry or make a fuss excessively. She simply chose to forget, letting things disappear with the passage of time.
“If you can’t have it, forget it. Don’t let yourself suffer.”
But after reuniting with him, Bo Ying realized things weren’t that simple.
Those things she deliberately tried not to remember, those forgotten pasts, would constantly resurface in her mind, like movie flashbacks, playing scene after scene in her head, forcing her to confront them.
He Jingxiu kissed her lips, gently and meticulously.
He didn’t go too deep, just kissed her softly, telling her—
From the day she told him to wait, from eighteen to twenty-six, he had always kept his promise and waited.
Waiting for this day, when she would be in his arms, with him, walking through the four seasons hand in hand.
The distant noise broke their intimacy.
Bo Ying’s phone rang at an inconvenient time.
Feeling her body stiffen, He Jingxiu’s lips retreated slightly, releasing her.
“Whose call?” His voice was a little hoarse, and his hot breath fell on her cheek, slightly tickling.
Bo Ying’s heart raced, and the temperature of her face and body soared.
She pursed her soft, hot lips and shook her head, “Let me see.”
She took it out and saw it was Zheng Jinyao.
Only then did Bo Ying remember the class reunion. She looked up at He Jingxiu.
He Jingxiu glanced at it, probably understanding her meaning, “Do you want to continue the class reunion, or go home?”
“...Go home.”
Bo Ying looked at him, “But I have to go back and say goodbye first.”
He Jingxiu understood and asked softly, “Do you need me to go with you?”
“Okay...” As soon as the words left her mouth, Bo Ying blinked, staring at his handsome face, then changed her mind, “No need.”
He Jingxiu raised an eyebrow.
Bo Ying admitted, “I don’t want them to see you.”
Even if they did see him, her female classmates might not necessarily fall for He Jingxiu. But Bo Ying was just petty; she didn’t even want them to look.
He Jingxiu stared at her, chuckling, “Why?”
“...” Bo Ying paused, then said confidently, “He’s my new boyfriend. I haven’t even seen enough of him myself, so how could I let others see him?”
He Jingxiu was momentarily stunned, completely not expecting this answer.
He looked at Bo Ying’s flushed earlobes, and the corners of his lips curved upwards. He cooperated, “Okay, then I’ll wait for you at the door.”
“Mhm.”
Bo Ying pointed, “I’ll be quick.”
Back in the private room, everyone turned their heads to look at her in unison, their eyes sparkling with gossip.
Bo Ying coughed a little awkwardly, walked to Zheng Jinyao’s side, and proactively picked up a glass of wine from the table to apologize, “Sorry, I have something I need to leave for, so I won’t be staying with you all until the end.”
She smiled, “I’ll fine myself three drinks as an apology.”
“No need, Bo Ying,” a classmate spoke up, “Is it the person you like who came? Why don’t you bring him over and introduce him?”
“No,” Bo Ying refused directly, “He’s a bit shy.”
Everyone: “...”
Zheng Jinyao stood up with her, “Then I’ll also have a drink with everyone. Our Yingying doesn’t have a very good alcohol tolerance.”
Bo Ying looked at her, “I can do it myself.”
Zheng Jinyao glanced at her, “You can only have one more drink.” She leaned closer to Bo Ying’s ear and whispered, “Are you two together?”
Bo Ying: “Mhm.”
Zheng Jinyao nodded, “Then I definitely can’t let you get drunk. Otherwise, you’ll regret it.”
“...”
She lightly bumped Bo Ying’s shoulder, whispering, “Remember to tell CEO He to treat me to a meal.”
With that, she helped Bo Ying drink two glasses.
Bo Ying couldn’t stop her. She finished the remaining glass and whispered to her, “Then let me know when you’re done, and I’ll arrange for someone to pick you up.”
“I can get back by myself.”
“...”
After saying goodbye to everyone, Bo Ying grabbed her bag and walked out.
When she reached the private room door, Liang Shun followed her, “I’ll walk you to the main entrance.”
“No need.”
Bo Ying refused, “It’s just a few steps, I can go out by myself.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure,” Bo Ying smiled and waved her hand, “Go back and continue playing. Next time, I’ll try not to ruin your fun.”
Hearing her say that, Liang Shun didn’t insist further.
When she went out, He Jingxiu was still standing at the door waiting for her.
He was facing away from her, on the phone. As Bo Ying approached, he sensed her presence and looked at her.
Their eyes met, and Bo Ying heard what he was saying.
He was talking about work.
He Jingxiu took her hand and led her out, while instructing the other person, “Send me the contract to my email later. As for the issues we discussed before, have them redo it and submit it to me before Monday’s closing time.”
Qi Xuezheng responded, “Understood.”
He Jingxiu added two more points, and only after finishing his instructions did he hang up the phone.
Bo Ying looked at him, raising an eyebrow, “Still busy with work?”
“It’s temporarily concluded,” He Jingxiu squeezed her hand, feeling her presence beside him.
“Did you drink again just now?”
Bo Ying blinked, “When leaving early, I always have to drink a little as a courtesy.”
He Jingxiu pinched her nose, “Are you drunk?”
“No,” Bo Ying said, exasperated, tilting her head to him, “Smell me if you don’t believe me.”
As they just reached the car, He Jingxiu saw her unguarded demeanor, and his eyes deepened. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his voice hoarse, “Smell me in the car.”
Bo Ying was stunned, “Oh.”
She didn’t overthink it.
They got into the car one after another.
Bo Ying was lowering her head to buckle her seatbelt when the man beside her leaned over, cupped her chin, and forced her to look up.
He Jingxiu’s face magnified in front of her. His hot breath fell, enveloping her lips.
Caught off guard, Bo Ying’s body tensed and stiffened.
He Jingxiu didn’t rush to deepen the kiss; he gently covered her lips, lingering. Feeling her relax, he slowly deepened the kiss, sucking on her lips, intertwining with her.
Bo Ying’s hands didn’t know where to go, so she subconsciously clutched his clothes, seeking a point of support.
Her heart pounded, and her breathing became rapid.
Just learning how to kiss, Bo Ying’s tolerance was still a bit poor, and she wasn’t very good at catching her breath.
Before long, she felt a suffocating sensation, like she was drowning, unable to breathe.
She subconsciously pushed He Jingxiu away, and the man understood and pulled back.
Their breaths intertwined, noses touching, reflected in the car window.
Bo Ying’s eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling his body rise and fall, watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down at close range.
She instinctively reached out to touch it but was stopped by He Jingxiu.
Bo Ying looked at him in confusion.
He Jingxiu asked hoarsely, “Don’t you want to go home earlier?”
“...” Bo Ying awkwardly withdrew her hand, “I do.”
He Jingxiu looked at her evasive eyes and chuckled softly, “Next time, you can touch it.”
Bo Ying paused, then managed to blurt out, “I didn’t really want to touch it anyway.”
She was just a little curious. Everyone said a man’s Adam’s apple was very sensitive and they wouldn’t easily let it be touched.
Of course, more importantly, she forgot if it was a manga she read in high school or university, but it said that if you touched a man’s Adam’s apple, they would have a reaction, so... Bo Ying had been curious about this for a long time and wanted to verify it, but she hadn’t found anyone to help.
He Jingxiu looked at her flushed face, pinched it lightly, and then suddenly said, “You’re not drunk.”
“Huh?” The topic shifted so quickly that Bo Ying was stunned, “What’s not drunk?”
“You’re not drunk,” He Jingxiu leaned down and kissed her lips again, his voice deep, “The wine you drank tonight tasted good.”
“...”
Bo Ying was speechless for a moment.
She had clearly been drinking ordinary beer, so how did it taste good?
She flushed and glared at him, then urged awkwardly, “Let’s go, home.”
On the way home, Bo Ying had originally planned to call Bo Yan to borrow his driver to pick up Zheng Jinyao, but when He Jingxiu heard this, he proactively said, “I’ll arrange for someone to pick her up.”
Bo Ying was about to agree when she suddenly thought of something.
She turned her head, her eyes full of scrutiny, looking at him, “You haven’t given up yet?”
He Jingxiu: “Huh?”
He didn’t understand.
Bo Ying reminded him, “Are you calling a driver to pick up Yaoyao, or are you calling a high-quality young man to pick her up?”
“...” He Jingxiu paused slightly, then glanced at her and asked, “Do you want me to call a driver or a high-quality young man?”
He threw the question back to her.
Bo Ying tilted her head and thought for a moment, “Up to you, as long as they’re trustworthy.”
She frowned, “And call another female friend too, I’m worried she might get drunk.”
“I’ll have Pei Yunmeng go.”
Hearing this, Bo Ying silently mourned for Pei Yunmeng for three seconds.
This really wasn’t her fault; it was He Jingxiu’s decision, not hers.
After entrusting the task to Pei Yunmeng, they also arrived home.
After entering the house, Bo Ying secretly peeked at the person next to her. For some reason, she felt light and floaty, as if she hadn’t landed yet.
Perhaps the impact of this evening was too great, or perhaps she hadn’t adapted yet.
As she was looking at the person next to her, she was suddenly caught by him.
Bo Ying’s eyes froze, and she guiltily tried to look away, but the man gently pulled her, causing her to fall into his arms.
“What are you doing?”
Bo Ying looked up at him, slightly surprised.
He Jingxiu lowered his eyes, “What are you looking at?”
“...” Bo Ying choked slightly. Facing his deep, captivating eyes, she said confidently, “Looking at my boyfriend.”
He Jingxiu smiled, leaned closer, “Then look longer.”
“...”
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