Give Me Heartthrobs 45

Chapter 45: First Love

Wen Yu spoke directly. When a secretly passionate person actively expressed herself to this extent, it would be inappropriate for her to continue beating around the bush.

Ye Qizhen’s heart rate was irregular. She guessed she must be smiling foolishly and excitedly right now. She couldn’t help it; hearing the person she liked actively say this sentence was too powerful.

Wanting to be her girlfriend, wanting her to be by her side for every birthday—this was the birthday wish Wen Yu made last year. At that time, Ye Qizhen finished lighting the candles and urged her to make a wish, so she made this one, which aptly illustrated her subconscious desire. It was also on that day that she discovered she could calmly let go of many things, but she couldn’t let go of her liking for Ye Qizhen. Becoming so concerned about someone was unexpected.

Last year, birthday, bits and pieces flashed through her mind. Ye Qizhen recalled the intimacy between them, and suddenly, many things were endowed with different meanings.

“And you call me secretly passionate.” Ye Qizhen couldn’t help complaining, implying they were birds of a feather, neither should laugh at the other.

But Wen Yu replied, “It’s you who are silly.”

She once thought her hints were obvious enough.

Ye Qizhen wasn’t silly, just too serious. Others said if you like someone, go flirt. She couldn’t do it. Was deciding to be together after flirting back and forth too impetuous and casual? Regarding feelings, one must be serious. She retorted to Wen Yu, “You always teased me like that, did I dare to take it seriously?”

Speaking of this, Ye Qizhen inevitably felt aggrieved deep down. Wen Yu always flirted with her effortlessly, as if playing around, while she foolishly fell for it, completely captivated. Yet the other party seemed ready to withdraw at any time; this feeling wasn’t pleasant. When she realized she liked Wen Yu, she was quite afraid. Not afraid of liking a girl, but afraid of liking someone impossible. She was stubborn; liking one thing could last a long time, let alone liking a person.

Wen Yu saw through Ye Qizhen’s grievance. She reached out and gently patted Ye Qizhen’s head, comforting her while actively admitting her mistake. “It was my fault before, won’t happen again.”

Bowing her head to admit a mistake was a very unfamiliar thing for her, but for Ye Qizhen, anything was fine; she was willing.

Just like that, Ye Qizhen’s grievance vanished into thin air. She hurriedly said, “Didn’t blame you.”

“Are you this easy to coax?” Wen Yu felt Ye Qizhen’s temper was too good, so good it seemed she couldn’t get angry. Hiding and suppressing negative emotions herself, always showing a positive and optimistic side to others. Sometimes she wished Ye Qizhen could be slightly willful, instead of always catering to others with a sunny attitude.

Always wanting to please people around her, afraid of being disliked—Ye Qizhen had indeed always been like this. She was quite easy to coax; after all, she had been used to being sensible since childhood. She comforted others far more than others comforted her. It seemed only Wen Yu could detect her low mood from clues; just a pursing of lips, and Wen Yu could see her unhappiness.

“I’m easy to coax, and you’re not happy?”

Wen Yu smiled hearing Ye Qizhen say this.

Ye Qizhen guessed what Wen Yu was smiling about because her sentence was obviously spoken in the tone of a girlfriend. Realizing this, she turned her head awkwardly, gazing at the distant river surface.

Wen Yu sat beside Ye Qizhen, watching with her. The river surface shimmered, reflecting the colorful city night view, radiant and colorful, and the heart quieted down along with it.

Sitting side by side for a while, Wen Yu gazed at the river view, breaking the silence with a soft sentence: “I was afraid that if I said I liked you seriously, you wouldn’t be able to accept it.”

Ye Qizhen reacted a beat later; Wen Yu was explaining the previous question to her.

“I was afraid of scaring you away.” When Wen Yu turned to look at Ye Qizhen, she still had a smile on her face, speaking in a flat tone. She usually wouldn’t voice some thoughts deep in her heart, such as what she was afraid of or worried about, because it would make her seem fragile.

Hearing Wen Yu say “I was afraid of scaring you away,” Ye Qizhen felt Wen Yu’s smile at this moment was fragile, heartbreaking. Knowing each other for so long, she knew Wen Yu had a sensitive side, but this was the first time she heard Wen Yu say such words.

Thinking about it carefully, how hard is it to simply say “I like you”? Just a momentary thing. Not because she didn’t care, but because she cared too much. Caring too much makes one cautious.

They were two extremes: one used to being serious, one used to not being serious. Destined to twist and turn before being honest like tonight, understanding each other’s inner thoughts.

“I won’t run…” Ye Qizhen looked straight into Wen Yu’s eyes and said. She took the initiative to pull Wen Yu’s hand and hold it tightly in her palm. “My girlfriend is so good.”

The smile was the same as always, eyes curved into beautiful arcs, revealing dimples. But in Wen Yu’s view, Ye Qizhen’s smile was a hundred times sweeter than usual. Still not satisfied, she pretended not to hear clearly and deliberately pressed, “What did you say?”

Ye Qizhen was thin-skinned and always reserved. Saying that sentence shamelessly just now was her limit. She played rogue: “I said I won’t run.”

Wen Yu wanted bluntness. She let Ye Qizhen play rogue but was relentless: “The sentence after that.”

Ye Qizhen paused. She gazed at Wen Yu’s brows and eyes carefully, then spoke emotionally: “My girlfriend is so good.”

As long as Wen Yu wanted to hear it, she would say it despite the awkwardness; she was just that spineless. Have to say, declaring sovereignty and not having to hide felt really good.

“Who is your girlfriend?” Wen Yu asked in a low voice.

“Whoever wants to be my girlfriend is.” Ye Qizhen was righteous. Wen Yu’s sentence provoked her smugness. She blushed and squeezed out a sentence to Wen Yu: “Do you want to renege?”

“No.” Wen Yu answered quickly. She had coveted this identity for a long time; how could she renege? Looking at Ye Qizhen now, many thoughts popped up in her mind—thoughts she had endured for a long time and tried hard to suppress.

Girlfriend, confirmed. Secretly liking Wen Yu for so long, Ye Qizhen didn’t know how many times she had fantasized about Wen Yu being her girlfriend. Now that the fantasy came true, she was a bit at a loss, just smiling incessantly with raised lips.

Wen Yu saw it. “Student Ye, so happy just because you can date?”

“I’m not happy because I can date.” Ye Qizhen argued with Wen Yu. To be precise, she was happy because she could date her. Although she always wanted to get off the single list, she never thought of settling.

“I know.” Wen Yu also responded seriously at this moment. She just liked Ye Qizhen’s stubbornness. She was someone with particularly no sense of security, but when Ye Qizhen was with her, she felt very grounded, something no one else could give.

“Mn.” Ye Qizhen smiled soothingly. She knew Wen Yu must understand her. They were different from many newly united lovers; they had understood each other for a long time. Some words didn’t need excessive explanation. She didn’t regret that it took so long for her and Wen Yu to understand their feelings and come together. Confirming the relationship after knowing each other well enough would be firmer, right? They had seen each other’s truest appearances—good and bad, positive and negative—and still felt their hearts flutter.

Wen Yu linked arms with Ye Qizhen, then rested her head on Ye Qizhen’s shoulder, making their posture more intimate.

They used to do this too, but now it felt completely different. Ye Qizhen tried pressing her cheek against Wen Yu’s hair. She liked Wen Yu’s hair brushing her cheek lightly, carrying a faint fragrance, her heart palpitating with every beat.

The early summer breeze blew in gusts, traces of sweetness and impending passion, just like the scent of first love. People came and went beside them, including couples in pairs.

Ye Qizhen subconsciously tightened her grip on Wen Yu’s hand. No need to envy others anymore; she had her own exclusive one. There was no fireworks show tonight, far less lively than usual, but a more splendid firework bloomed in her heart.

Hand in hand, the two sat quietly on the steps. Wen Yu turned her head slightly to smell the fragrance in Ye Qizhen’s hair. With her breath, the tip of her nose happened to scrape Ye Qizhen’s ear. After touching, she pushed her luck, unable to resist rubbing her nose against Ye Qizhen’s ear, turning an originally inadvertent action into deliberate teasing. Loved doing this before; now that the relationship was confirmed, it was justified.

Ye Qizhen’s ears were particularly sensitive and ticklish. She turned her head to look at Wen Yu, her heart tingling, smiling and saying, “So itchy—”

Seeing Ye Qizhen’s reaction, Wen Yu lowered her eyes and smiled, intentionally rubbing her ear with her nose again, deliberately making her itch—a somewhat childish yet fully intimate small action.

Ye Qizhen couldn’t control her smile. Staring at Wen Yu’s face close at hand, for a moment, there was an urge ready to burst out, wanting to lean over and kiss her… but she suppressed it. People were coming and going around them at this moment; were some looking in their direction?

Ye Qizhen wasn’t the only one with other thoughts. Wen Yu was far less enduring than Ye Qizhen. Taking advantage of the close distance, she asked extremely quietly, “Want to go back?”

Ye Qizhen was slightly stunned. Suddenly discussing going back in this atmosphere seemed inexplicably impure in motive, especially meeting Wen Yu’s ambiguous gaze. But isn’t the biggest difference between girlfriends and friends this impure motive?

“Go back now?” Ye Qizhen also asked in a small voice. She had a skill: no matter how impure the thoughts in her brain were, she still looked innocent on the surface. She could pretend, and was born with a face that made people think she was innocent.

Wen Yu scratched Ye Qizhen’s palm intermittently, staring straight into her eyes: “Do you still want to stroll?”