The scheming beauty is always fishing for me

Ye Jin is not too surprised that the person Xiang Qin likes is herself, after all, Xiang Qin did not hide it well.

He stirred up a storm of memories in his heart, but he couldn't remember where he had seen Xiang Qin.

A conversation suddenly came to my ears: "How did Brother Qin meet him?"

"... used to be a classmate at the same school."

Are you a classmate?

High school is the most ignorant age for boys and girls to fall in love. There are not a few people who like Ye Jin, and he has received so many love letters that he can't fit it in a drawer.

Would Xiang Qin be one of them?

No.

Ye Jin quickly denied her guess. With Xiang Qin's personality, if she really likes someone, it will probably be the one standing in the crowd and watching silently.

If he has never appeared in front of him, it is normal to have no impression.

But Ye Jin always felt that something was wrong.

Xiang Qin in front of him was still holding the rose. Fortunately, all the thorns were pulled out so that his hand would not be hurt.

Ye Jin let out a long sigh of relief, and rubbed his head uncontrollably.

It should be sleepy, Xiang Qin's whole body was listless, looking at him numbly.

Ye Jin had no choice but to coax people: "Take off your clothes, I won't take advantage of you, it's uncomfortable to sleep wearing so many clothes."

Probably understood, Xiang Qin didn't cover his collar any more, and let Ye Jin take off his coat half-hugging and half-scratching.

"Take off your pants, too."

Xiang Qin grabbed the waist of his trousers with an aggrieved face, not to be touched.

Ye Jin was almost tired of laughing, why is the drunk Xiang Qin so funny?

"You really don't want to take it off?" Ye Jin narrowed her eyes, and raised Xiang Qin's chin, "If you don't take it off, I'll kiss you."

Xiang Qin was dumbfounded: "..."

Until he was almost picked up by Ye Jin. He didn't react, his mind was so addicted to alcohol that he couldn't turn it.

"Okay, go to sleep." Ye Jin sat on the edge of the bed and covered Xiang Qin with a quilt, "Brother Qin, good night—"

"..."

Ye Jin looked down at Xiang Qin who obediently closed his eyes, and finally realized something was wrong.

If Xiang Qin and him were classmates at the same school, then their ages were a bit wrong.

He is four years younger than Xiang Qin, so he cannot be at the same level. The only explanation is that he has just entered high school, and Xiang Qin is in his third year of high school.

Even so, Xiang Qin would be one or two years older than the students of the same level.

Do you go to school so late?

It's not very strange, now some places stipulate that students can only enter the first grade when they are seven years old, so they are one year later than their peers.

If there is any small situation in the family, for example, parents want their children to be more mature before going to compulsory education, it is not unreasonable to delay it by two years.

Ye Jin reluctantly convinced herself and didn't think about it any more.

The main reason is that he didn't expect that Xiang Qin could lie to him about his age.

After watching Xiang Qin fall asleep, Ye Jin went into the bathroom, intending to take a shower.

While waiting for the hot water, he sent a message to Liu Eucalyptus.

——How much do you remember about high school?

——Let’s see what’s going on, what’s the matter?

——Do you have any impression of the name Xiang Qin?

——I haven’t heard of it.

Ye Jin paused, thinking about the class reunion after the year.

He put down his phone, took off his clothes and walked towards the shower.The warm water rushed to the whole body, and the heart beat a little fast.

How could someone be so dumb as Xiang Qin.

Obviously, the contact and atmosphere these days have been ambiguous, but Xiang Qin couldn't see it, and thought he was a friend.

Generally speaking, isn't liking a person the favorite brain supplement?

When the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Xiang Qin was already sound asleep.

Ye Jin walked lightly to sleep on the other side of the bed, and was warmed by Xiang Qin's body temperature in the bed, very comfortable.

Xiang Qin had a rare dream related to the past.

I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't wake up.

The girl next to him asked him to send a love letter to Ye Jin, the deputy monitor of the second class.

The girl said in a broken voice: "Although I know he won't read it, I just let it go when I send it out...Ye Jin, you know it? Don't send it wrong, please monitor—"

There should be no one in the same grade who doesn't know Ye Jin, and so does Xiang Qin.

Like many times in the past, he pretended to pass by Ye Jin's class, and then casually glanced sideways, looking at him through the window.

But this time, he stopped at the back door of class two.

After Ye Jin walked out of the classroom, he handed over the love letter in his hand.

The young Ye Jin was obviously stunned. It was the first time he had such a reaction when he received a love letter... probably because it was the first time he met a boy who confessed to him.

Xiang Qin stuttered for a while before explaining in a low voice, "I gave it to someone else."

Then he turned around and left, not checking whether Ye Jin opened the love letter, or just threw it away.

Xiang Qin's class is closer to the stairs on the left, but every day, no matter whether he is going to or after school, or having lunch at noon, he will walk through the long corridor and leave from the stairs on the right.

Because this will pass through the second class.

At first he didn't know it was liking, he just thought Ye Jin was very beautiful.

It's a beauty that he can't reach.

Even in the days of nightmares later, he still thought of this beauty in his heart and supported him hard.

The screen turns...

"I worked so hard to bring you up, and you just repay me like this! Are you disgusting!?"

Xiang Qin suddenly woke up.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, and it took him a while to escape from the emotion in his dream.

"Morning, Brother Qin."

He slowly looked towards the source of the voice, it was Ye Jin, who had been watching the beauty when he was young, now lying beside him.

"morning……"

Ye Jin actually waited for a while, wanting to see Xiang Qin's reaction when he woke up and remembered what happened last night.

Will he be so shy that he will cover himself under the quilt and not speak, or lock himself in the bathroom like last time and cannot come out, but look at his current expression...

"Brother Qin, do you remember what happened last night?"

Xiang Qin tried hard to remember: "I was drunk, you drove me home."

Ye Jin: "...what about the others?"

"I bought a large bouquet of flowers..." Xiang Qin blushed, remembering that Ye Jin pinched his ears, "Is there anything else?"

"..."

After some exchange, Ye Jin almost laughed angrily.

Xiang Qin is even more shameless than the fragmented ones, he remembers the whole process——

After dinner, they went downstairs hand in hand, Ye Jin bought him a bouquet of roses, he saw the little girl worked so hard to buy all the flowers, and then drove home, Ye Jin told him to go to bed, and pinched his ears.

Xiang Qin remembered all these, but he didn't remember the conversation between the two of them.

Xiang Qin completely forgot all the conversations between getting drunk and falling asleep at home.

Seeing Ye Jin's expression, Xiang Qin was a little uneasy: "Did I do anything bad?"

"..." Ye Jin pretended to look disappointed, "Since you don't remember, forget it."

Xiang Qin panicked: "I... I'm sorry..."

Could it be that he did something offensive while drunk, that would be too much of a jerk...

Ye Jin stopped teasing him: "It's not a bad thing."

Xiang Qin breathed a sigh of relief: "What is that?"

Ye Jin lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "Think for yourself."

Xiang Qin: "..."

Ye Jin went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash up, looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly had a plan.

He pulled down the collar of his pajamas and pulled out a red scar on his neck. If you don't look carefully, it looks like a hickey.

Ye Jin walked out of the bathroom in satisfaction, and said to Xiang Qin who didn't know anything, "Brother Qin, fragmentation is really not a good habit."

Xiang Qin: "..."

He pursed his lower lip, but Ye Jin was also broken.

"It's fine if you don't remember, but you will remember it next time." Ye Jin approached Xiang Qin with a faint smile, bent over him, and went to get the mobile phone on the other side of the bed.

Xiang Qin stopped breathing, Ye Jin's body was close to Chi Chi.

Ye Jin turned around and stopped when she was close to Xiang Qin's face: "I made porridge, Brother Qin, do you want to try it?"

Xiang Qin looked away, trying to ignore Ye Jin's too close breathing: "Okay...Okay."

Seeing him like this, Ye Jin couldn't help laughing, remembering Xiang Qin's aggrieved complaint last night, 'Only couples can hold hands and hug each other, sleep on the same bed, and drink the same cup of milk tea'.

It turned out that every time Xiang Qin hugged him and held hands while watching horror and suspense movies, that was what Xiang Qin thought about.

Ye Jin suddenly leaned over viciously, and half hugged Xiang Qin.

"...!"

Xiang Qin leaned against the head of the bed at a loss, not knowing where to put his eyes.

Ye Jin laughed: "A good morning kiss is something only couples can do. Brother Qin and I are not couples, so let's give them a hug."

Xiang Qin rolled his Adam's apple... But hugging is something only couples can do.

Ye Jin just pretended not to see his troubled eyes: "Go and brush your teeth, and drink porridge after brushing."

Ye Jin got up an hour earlier to cook the porridge, and watched the tutorial on the Internet to cook according to the proportion.

He came to the kitchen, turned on the rice cooker and took a look, the sudden burst of heat almost scalded his hands.

The porridge was a bit thick, probably because there was too much rice, but it didn't turn into white rice anyway, and it still fell into the category of porridge.

Ye Jin filled two bowls and put them on the table to keep cold, Xiang Qin also came over after washing.

He gave Xiang Qin a spoon: "Be careful it's hot."

Xiang Qin: "Thank you..."

Ye Jin sat down opposite him: "Thank you to whom?"

Xiang Qin opened his mouth, his ears were reddened by the heat of the porridge: "Thank you, Jinjin."

The porridge tasted alright, nothing wrong with it other than being thick.

Ye Jin likes to eat with sugar, and even warmed up two cups of milk.

When she lowered her head slightly to breathe, the collar naturally drooped, revealing a section of her fair neck.

Xiang Qin suddenly saw the blush in the middle of Ye Jin's neck, and his whole body froze, and the hand holding the spoon stopped in mid-air.

Kiss... hickey?

Ye Jin suppressed a smile, pretending not to notice his strangeness.

"I cook porridge for the first time, is it good?"

"Delicious..."

Xiang Qin's brain was like a mess, and everyone panicked.

Zhong, isn't Zhong not cloudy?

No, Ye Jin should not be Zhong Buyun's favorite type, Zhong Buyun's previous loves are all obedient and sweet.

Ye Jin didn't look like she liked Zhong Buyun either.

Fang Nanshui...?

Xiang Qin remembered that Ye Jin smiled at Fang Nanshui several times last night...

Wait, he vaguely remembered that after Zhong Buyun took Fang Nanshui away, Ye Jin seemed to have praised Fang Nanshui for being cute...

Or someone he doesn't know?

Mr. Xiang was a little sad because he couldn't figure out who it was.

Although he shouldn't be like this, Ye Jin will always meet someone he likes and wants to be with for the rest of his life, but he can't control himself right now.

Xiang Qin, whose mind was in a mess, never thought that he might be the one who got the hickey, which ran counter to Ye Jin's original purpose of pulling the hickey.

Ye Jin also gradually realized something was wrong.

Xiang Qin may not have noticed it himself, his expression and eyes at this moment are like those when he is usually at a loss when he is teased by Ye Jin, miserable and a little sad.

Don't you think the hickey is someone else's kiss...

"Mr. Xiang really can't remember, what else did you do last night?"

Xiang Qin was stunned.

He looked at the 'hickey' on Ye Jin's neck, then at his own hand, and asked anxiously: "I, I'm sorry... Did I strangle your neck last night?"

"..." Ye Jin choked on a mouthful of sweet milk, staring at Xiang Qin for a long time without saying a word.

The author has something to say:

Xianggougou: I absolutely can't be abrupt and reserved!Not even drunk!