Give Me Heartthrobs 35

Chapter 35: Sensitive

Ye Qizhen lightly teased Wen Yu’s hair and secretly rubbed behind her ear with her finger, returning everything Wen Yu had done to her in the art studio that day. As she got close to Wen Yu to do these things, before she could see Wen Yu’s reaction clearly, she herself blushed and her heart raced… clearly, they were both girls.

Separated only by a distance where they could feel each other’s breath, Wen Yu’s ears were gently stroked by Ye Qizhen. Breathing slightly faster, the ripples in her heart were easily stirred up. Her lips felt inexplicably dry. If Ye Qizhen leaned any closer, she couldn’t guarantee she could hold back the urge to kiss her. She had this thought about Ye Qizhen more than once or twice.

Wen Yu didn’t know when it started, but she began to have feelings for Ye Qizhen’s intimacy, so obvious that she couldn’t deceive herself. She was just incredibly sensitive to Ye Qizhen—hugs, holding hands, simple physical contact, sometimes even just eye contact. Just like now.

Ye Qizhen’s hand dropped, but she still stared unscrupulously into Wen Yu’s eyes, lost in thought.

“Your face is so hot.” Stared at until her heart was in chaos, Wen Yu couldn’t help but press the back of her hand against Ye Qizhen’s flushed cheek, asking hoarsely, “Uncomfortable?”

Ye Qizhen sucked on the candy in her mouth and shook her head.

“What’s wrong?” Wen Yu’s thoughts about Ye Qizhen weren’t pure to begin with. With Ye Qizhen looking straight at her like this, it was hard not to let her imagination run wild. As she spoke, she couldn’t help but actively move her face closer to Ye Qizhen, unable to control making the intimate distance even closer.

On one hand, telling herself not to expect anything; on the other hand, unable to resist teasing Ye Qizhen, wanting something to happen. Wen Yu looked at Ye Qizhen silently, not understanding herself anymore.

Vixen. Ye Qizhen’s heart beat faster. She frowned and smiled, saying to Wen Yu, “You are so annoying…” After drinking, she was more carefree, not as reserved as usual.

Wen Yu’s gaze lingered on Ye Qizhen’s face, asking with a low laugh, “How am I annoying?”

After drinking, their chat was lazy, and the air seemed to carry an indescribable scent.

Ye Qizhen didn’t say a word. She just found Wen Yu annoying. Wen Yu flirted with her time and again, making it seem real, but then turned around and got close and ambiguous with other boys.

What does she mean?

So annoying.

Thinking about it, Ye Qizhen used the alcohol as courage and leaned directly onto Wen Yu, resting her head in the crook of Wen Yu’s shoulder, inhaling greedily. Not enough, she wrapped her arms around Wen Yu, hugging her.

When Ye Qizhen hugged her, Wen Yu’s lips parted slightly, her chest heaving uncontrollably. This kind of intimacy was too hard for her to endure. But she still hugged Ye Qizhen back, unable to resist. For some reason, she suddenly thought of how clingy Ye Qizhen would look in someone else’s arms in the future.

“Drunk already?” Wen Yu asked. She could tell Ye Qizhen was different from usual. Ye Qizhen occasionally acted coquettishly with her, but not like tonight.

Ye Qizhen hummed vaguely, unintelligible. If you say she was drunk, she knew exactly what she was doing. If you say she wasn’t drunk, then what was she doing now?

Don’t know.

Just wanted to hug Wen Yu like this.

Just liked it this way.

Wen Yu accommodated Ye Qizhen in everything.

“Wen Yu.”

“I’m here.”

“Mn.” Finally drinking once, Ye Qizhen wanted to act coquettishly to her heart’s content.

The hug without any gap magnified certain palpitations infinitely. After realizing her feelings for Ye Qizhen, Wen Yu had been quite restrained. That day, hearing Ye Qizhen talk excitedly about dating in the future, she felt she should be more indifferent and not take it to heart.

As long as she didn’t care, she could look past anything.

She was used to not caring about anything, but now she discovered that some things couldn’t be ignored just by saying she didn’t care. Just like right now, hugging Ye Qizhen tightly, she couldn’t control her heart fluttering and liking her.

Although Ye Qizhen had things on her mind, due to the alcohol, she became heartless as soon as she hit the bed, closing her eyes and falling asleep quickly.

They had slept in the same bed several times. Wen Yu was very familiar with Ye Qizhen’s sleeping posture—not good, not bad, depending on the situation, sometimes slightly unruly.

Ye Qizhen slept soundly, but Wen Yu couldn’t fall asleep for a long time. She was driven crazy by Ye Qizhen tonight because Ye Qizhen hugged her tightly after falling asleep, with absolutely no intention of letting go.

Wen Yu prepared to turn off the light.

“Wen Yu…”

Wen Yu faintly heard Ye Qizhen call her name in her sleep, or maybe it was an illusion. She turned her head, the tip of her nose just touching Ye Qizhen’s hair. Freezing briefly for a second, she quietly moved her lips towards Ye Qizhen’s forehead, but stopped when there was still a centimeter of distance. She rubbed the bridge of her nose against Ye Qizhen’s messy hair, closing her eyes with complicated feelings.

She actually didn’t like beating around the bush. Heart flutter was heart flutter, liking was liking; even if the other party was a girl, she could accept it calmly. But she didn’t dare tell Ye Qizhen directly that she liked her, afraid of scaring Ye Qizhen away and losing everything. At least like this, Ye Qizhen would stay by her side.

After New Year’s Day, it was exam month. Sometimes Ye Qizhen felt time passed ridiculously fast; it seemed she hadn’t done anything this semester, and it was ending again.

This winter vacation, Wen Yu didn’t go home either, dragging her suitcase directly to the old apartment next to No. 1 High School. The furnishings were the same as last year, and her things hadn’t moved at all. The only change was that the room was very clean, without a speck of dust—someone had cleaned it.

Ye Qizhen had a surprisingly good time this winter vacation. Her sister Ye Qifan brought a boyfriend home. The family was quite satisfied, pondering engagement. Her parents were in a good mood, and the usually serious atmosphere at home was much more relaxed.

Ye Qifan was seven years older than Ye Qizhen. During her studies, she never took second place. She got into the top 1 university in the country, joined a top securities company after returning from studying abroad, and was now dating a tall, rich, and handsome boyfriend. Her career and love life were smooth sailing, with a bright future. A textbook life in the eyes of elders.

Ye Qizhen grew up under this halo. The words elders said to her most were to learn from her sister and be as promising as her sister in the future. Maybe because she heard it too much and developed a rebellious psychology, she now just wanted to have some personality and be herself.

Knowing Wen Yu lived alone, Ye Qizhen ran over there every few days. When not meeting, she sent WeChat messages to Wen Yu, telling her about every trivial thing, like what she had for dinner, almost falling when going out, or seeing a kitten in the hutong…

She was afraid Wen Yu would be lonely.

The snow in Beilin hadn’t stopped in January.

Wen Yu had been living in the old house. This day, she was painting in the study when her phone’s WeChat rang again. She looked; the pinned contact sent a message.

y: Student Wen, what are you doing?

Wen Yu sent a photo over.

Ye Qizhen clicked it open. Wen Yu had drawn the photo of the kitten she sent earlier; strangely cute.

y: I’m making dumplings.

y: [Image]

y: Improved? Want to eat?

Wen Yu looked at the round dumplings sent by Ye Qizhen. Indeed, the technique had improved compared to before. She gave Ye Qizhen face and replied: Improved, want to eat.

Ye Qizhen replied with a silly-looking sticker.

…

After painting, Wen Yu walked to the window to watch the snow. Spacing out for a while, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure downstairs. Before long, the sound of high heels faintly came from the stairwell. The old community had poor sound insulation; footsteps could be heard from far away.

After Wen Qiuxian opened the door and entered, she slammed the door shut, walked inside in six or seven-centimeter boots, and went straight to the study. Sure enough, she saw Wen Yu inside.

Wen Yu just glanced at Wen Qiuxian, didn’t speak, and rummaged for something in the bookcase.

“I didn’t touch your things. If you can’t find it, you misplaced it yourself.” Wen Qiuxian said from behind. This girl has a bigger temper than when I was young. Once before, she cleaned the room and accidentally threw away Wen Yu’s sketches as waste paper. Wen Yu threw a tantrum at her, telling her not to touch things randomly if she didn’t understand.

Wen Yu ignored her.

“Got enough money, so no need to come home, right?” Wen Qiuxian sneered and shouted. Wen Yu hadn’t come back during the summer vacation; the last time the mother and daughter met was last Chinese New Year. She took out a box of cigarettes from her pocket, lit one, and started blowing clouds of smoke. “I thought you ran off with some wild man.”

Wen Yu glanced at her and said coldly, “Don’t smoke here.”

Wen Qiuxian ignored her, continuing to mock, “Others say raising a daughter is like a caring padded jacket. Look at your virtue? Not even a phone call all year round.”

“Do they have a mother who is a mistress?” Wen Yu turned around and looked at Wen Qiuxian, hitting the nail on the head.

The smile froze on Wen Qiuxian’s face. Her sore spot was poked, and by her own daughter. She scolded sternly, “Say that again.”

“Committing cheap acts yourself and not letting people say it?” Wen Yu remembered vividly to this day how Wen Qiuxian’s hair was pulled on the day of the parent-teacher meeting, how she was called a slut and a mistress, and how people around discussed them. That she could be so strong inside now was thanks to the opportunity Wen Qiuxian gave her to “exercise.”

Wen Qiuxian got angry, raised her hand, and slapped Wen Yu, cursing, “Disrespectful thing! I can’t control what others say, but you have no right. You eat mine, wear mine, use mine, live in mine. Raising you this big is the real cheap act!”

She fished for men, but disdained being a mistress. If she hadn’t been deceived by a dog man back then, she wouldn’t have become a mistress everyone shouted to beat, unable to shake it off for a lifetime.

Ye Qizhen heard the argument in the stairwell; it seemed to come from Wen Yu’s room. She quickened her steps. Standing at the door hesitating whether to knock, the door suddenly opened by itself, startling her.

Wen Qiuxian still held a cigarette in her hand, took a puff, looked the delicate girl in front of her up and down, and asked, “Who are you looking for?”

Ye Qizhen smelled a strong perfume. She first wondered if she had gone to the wrong floor, but obviously not. The woman in front of her was heavily made up. She reacted, “Happy New Year, Auntie. I’m Wen Yu’s friend.”

Wen Qiuxian gave an “Oh” and tapped the ash. “She’s inside.”

“Thank you, Auntie.” Ye Qizhen smiled, guessing this person was Wen Yu’s mother; their features looked somewhat alike.

Wen Qiuxian glanced at Ye Qizhen again. This girl looks strangely obedient. She pondered again, Why are other people’s daughters so obedient?