Give Me Heartthrobs 30

Chapter 30: Art Studio

Wanting Ye Qizhen to be good only to her—is that possible? Ye Qizhen’s nature was to be good to everyone.

Wen Yu leaned on Ye Qizhen’s shoulder, craving this feeling more and more. Lowering her eyes, she glanced at their hands touching. On a whim, she shifted her palm to cover the back of Ye Qizhen’s fair hand, their fingers gently overlapping.

The touch was slightly cool. Ye Qizhen’s gaze also subconsciously fell on their hands resting together. Wen Yu’s fingers were slender and well-proportioned; she had praised them as beautiful in her heart more than once. Seeing Wen Yu seemingly comparing their fingers, Ye Qizhen smiled and said, “You’re taller than me, of course your fingers are longer than mine.”

Wen Yu pulled Ye Qizhen’s other hand over, pressing their palms tightly together. “Doesn’t seem to be much difference.”

“Your hands are so cold.” Ye Qizhen noticed.

“I’m quite afraid of the cold.” Wen Yu said to Ye Qizhen, suspecting she was continuing to push her luck.

Hearing Wen Yu say this, Ye Qizhen hesitated for a moment, then held Wen Yu’s hand as naturally as possible and put it into her own pocket to warm it. “Warmer? I’m afraid of the cold too. If you’re afraid of the cold, wear more.”

Warming my hands as soon as I say I’m cold. Wen Yu looked up at Ye Qizhen. Although serious in her heart, she asked in a lazy tone, “Are you this considerate to everyone?”

This question hit the nail on the head. Ye Qizhen was friendly to everyone; many people thought she was a little sun, warming wherever she went. But she knew very well that she treated Wen Yu differently.

Ye Qizhen looked into Wen Yu’s eyes. “No.”

Wen Yu smiled. “Am I different?”

Ye Qizhen nodded slightly, admitting truthfully.

“How am I different?” The more Wen Yu asked, the more a certain expectation expanded uncontrollably, expanding to a point she couldn’t ignore herself. If before she only suspected Ye Qizhen had impure thoughts about her, now, she seemed to hope Ye Qizhen had impure thoughts about her.

Or to put it bluntly.

She seemed to have fallen for a girl…

Ye Qizhen was still seriously pondering the question Wen Yu threw at her. She couldn’t explain it herself; she had many friends, but she just felt Wen Yu was different. After thinking it over carefully, she answered, “I won’t cry in front of others.”

An answer that sounded irrelevant yet explained the issue very well.

Wen Yu looked closely at the dimples on Ye Qizhen’s cheeks, smiling faintly. She hoped she was special in Ye Qizhen’s heart, just as Ye Qizhen was special to her. Afterward, she deliberately frowned and asked back, “So you’re only good to me because I have something on you?”

Ye Qizhen smiled disdainfully. “Student Wen Yu, your train of thought is so peculiar.”

Wen Yu: “Is it?”

Ye Qizhen: “Yes.”

Just then, Wen Yu unexpectedly pinched Ye Qizhen’s cheek, her eyes warning.

Ye Qizhen quickly softened: “No.”

Once touching, Wen Yu didn’t want to move her hand away from Ye Qizhen’s cheek, rubbing lightly on the spot she had pinched.

Ye Qizhen leaned her face in to let Wen Yu rub it, a subconsciously liked action. Although ambiguous, she quietly immersed herself in it, unwilling to dodge. She looked at Wen Yu and asked, “Is this a slap followed by a sweet date?”

Wen Yu instantly smiled brightly and rubbed Ye Qizhen’s face again. “Giving two dates.”

Ye Qizhen’s heart was about to melt from the smile. She discovered that when Wen Yu was with her, she smiled a lot more, which was great. Whenever she saw Wen Yu smiling like this, she really wanted to take a picture of her. “Come, let me take a picture of you.”

“Okay.” Wen Yu cooperating with photos like this only happened with Ye Qizhen; usually, she was impatient even taking ID photos.

The Polaroid camera Wen Yu gave came in handy. Fiddling with it, they took many shots in a row. The two sat there shaking the photo paper until the figures on the photos became clear one by one, a unique kind of fun.

After sitting for a while longer, they returned to the dorm. Ye Qizhen was worried about Wen Yu and insisted on walking her downstairs to her dorm; she couldn’t always let Wen Yu take care of her.

“Rest early tonight, don’t stay up late,” Ye Qizhen didn’t forget to instruct Wen Yu.

“Got it.” Wen Yu usually found people nagging annoying, but when Ye Qizhen said it, she found it heartwarming and couldn’t hear enough of it.

“Wen Yu…” Ye Qizhen hesitated on the spot. “Thank you for spending my birthday with me, I was very happy today.”

“No need to be so polite with me.”

“Mn!” Ye Qizhen thought so too. “You go upstairs, I’m going back.”

A few seconds later.

“Ye Qizhen.”

Watching Ye Qizhen’s retreating figure, Wen Yu suddenly called out again.

Ye Qizhen turned around quickly and saw Wen Yu standing a meter away asking her, “Would you be willing to be a model for me?”

“What kind of model?”

“Don’t worry, not a nude model.”

Ye Qizhen smiled silently.

Wen Yu explained, “This week’s assignment is drawing portraits. I want to draw you, is that okay?”

Ye Qizhen asked playfully, “May I ask Student Wen, what are the benefits of being a model for you?”

Remembering Zhao Lin mentioning bringing Ye Qizhen over for dinner several times, Wen Yu kept her in suspense and said, “Take you to eat something delicious.”

Ye Qizhen had just said it casually, but Wen Yu actually said she would take her to eat something delicious? That was rare. She smiled like a flower. “Okay, deal!”

Wen Yu waited until Ye Qizhen’s figure completely disappeared before walking into the dormitory building. The assignment was made up; she had no other reason than wanting more opportunities to meet Ye Qizhen and stick together with her.

Back in the dorm, after showering and lying in bed, Ye Qizhen couldn’t sleep. Her mind wandered, thinking a lot, all about Wen Yu—Wen Yu holding her hand, rubbing her face, acting coquettishly with her…

She couldn’t help laughing. Why was she silly when acting coquettishly, while Wen Yu was so flirtatious? So flirtatious that her imagination ran wild, especially when Wen Yu pestered her asking if she liked it.

Ye Qizhen pulled up the quilt to cover her head. Can’t think in that direction anymore. She regained some rationality. This is nothing between girls; I’m just prone to overthinking.

Wen Yu and Ye Qizhen agreed to meet on Saturday morning.

When Qi Yun got up, Wen Yu had almost finished her makeup. Standing by the side and seeing Wen Yu’s posture, she boldly guessed, “Are you going out on a date with Sweetie again today?” “Sweetie” referred to Ye Qizhen in Qi Yun’s mouth.

Wen Yu busied herself.

“You’re so flirtatious, can she handle it?” Qi Yun joked with bad taste again. She saw Wen Yu and Ye Qizhen as completely different tunes—one flirtatious like a vixen, the other pure as a white rabbit. She wondered why Wen Yu would like Ye Qizhen’s type; maybe training her step by step was more fun?

Wen Yu waited for Qi Yun to finish babbling, put down the lipstick in her hand, and cast a cold glance. “Do you know? Just because you have a mouth doesn’t mean you have to speak.”

Qi Yun “tsk-ed.” Looks like this person is in a good mood today, even having the interest to bicker with me. Usually, she wouldn’t bother to say a word.

“What stage are you at? Is she bent?” Qi Yun was curious.

Wen Yu didn’t answer.

“Wen Yu, I’m serious. You really need to figure out if she’s straight.” Seeing Wen Yu seemed a bit serious, Qi Yun reminded her again, recalling her own painful experience. “No matter how good a straight girl is to you, even if she hugs and kisses you, in her eyes, it’s just pure friendship.”

“Leaving.” Wen Yu stood up and dropped a sentence.

This semester, Ye Qizhen had become a frequent visitor to the Fine Arts Department’s studio. Most of the freshman second-semester courses were in Building 5, which happened to be closest to the Arts Building.

During the holidays, the Arts Building was very quiet with few people. In the familiar studio, Ye Qizhen sat by the window, leaning against the windowsill. It was her first time being a painting model for someone, and she was strangely nervous.

Wen Yu sat in front of the easel, with various colors of watercolor paints arranged beside her. Before starting, seeing Ye Qizhen stiff and looking a bit dazed, she wanted to laugh. “Very nervous? Just relax.”

“Oh.” Ye Qizhen tried to relax. She exhaled and actively asked Wen Yu, “Any other requirements?”

Wen Yu stared at Ye Qizhen, thought for a moment, and said seriously, “Can you be a bit shy?”

“Shy?” Ye Qizhen was bewildered, not knowing why Wen Yu wanted her to be shy. Maybe she had her reasons. “…How to be shy?”

Wen Yu smiled at the corner of her mouth, got up, and walked to the windowsill. She looked down at Ye Qizhen’s brows and eyes, whispering, “Look at me.”

“Hm?” Ye Qizhen was even more confused but found it interesting, thinking Wen Yu was going to teach her how to be shy. she tilted her head slightly, staring at Wen Yu’s face with curiosity.

While maintaining eye contact, Wen Yu bent down towards Ye Qizhen, leaning closer, still staring straight at Ye Qizhen’s face. After several seconds, she reached out and slowly tidied the loose strands of hair by Ye Qizhen’s ear, tucking a few strands behind it. While doing these subtle movements, she gazed into Ye Qizhen’s eyes the whole time, wanting to find something different.

Ye Qizhen was defenseless. Her ears felt tingly and itchy, an itch that seemed to reach her heart. In just this moment, looking at Wen Yu, she forgot her breathing rhythm. Her chest rose and fell slightly uncontrollably, and she blushed in an instant.

Leaning closer bit by bit, Wen Yu wasn’t doing much better; her breathing had long become chaotic. Glancing at Ye Qizhen’s lips, she had an unbearable urge to kiss her…

“Now you’re shy.” Wen Yu looked at Ye Qizhen and smiled.