Give Me Heartthrobs 77

Chapter 77: Gift

Wen Yu didn’t understand what mysterious thing Ye Qizhen was doing, so she followed behind her.

Ye Qizhen handed a thick photo album to Wen Yu. She had a habit of recording life with photos. It was like destiny; from the day she met Wen Yu, she had been recording bits and pieces between them, intentionally or unintentionally.

Wen Yu opened it. Inside were photos recording daily life, starting from freshman year. Many photos had dates and notes thoughtfully written below them:

First time watching fireworks together.

First time taking her to watch the sunset.

First time hiking together.

…

The first birthday she spent with me.

The first birthday I spent with her.

…

After getting together, there were even more photos. Whether couple photos or solo shots, one could feel the love of one person for another.

The lights were just coming on, and night quietly arrived. The two nestled on the sofa, flipping through photos one by one. Many memories surfaced in their minds, imbued with unique sweetness.

Wen Yu suddenly smiled, seeing a photo of herself playing with sparklers on the rooftop. The crackling firelight illuminated half of her profile; it was a candid shot by Ye Qizhen.

“What are you laughing at?” Ye Qizhen asked.

“Laughing at your cowardice,” Wen Yu recalled the scene back then, “Ran away after just a kiss on the face, didn’t even dare to look at me.”

“I… what if I had kissed you back then?” Ye Qizhen asked Wen Yu. She considered her reaction normal at the time, not cowardly.

“I would have kissed back,” Wen Yu said bluntly. Looking at Ye Qizhen’s lips, she emphasized, “Kissed on the lips.”

Ye Qizhen had no rebuttal; indeed Wen Yu’s style. She had exceptionally many “what ifs” today and asked again, “If neither of us said anything, and you didn’t see the forum post, would we have remained ordinary friends forever?”

Just the hypothesis made her feel a sense of loss. She wanted to be lovers with Wen Yu, not friends.

“No.” Wen Yu didn’t know why, but she firmly believed, “Liking can’t be hidden.”

Ye Qizhen smiled, agreeing. There were no ifs; they fell in love and were firmly together.

Wen Yu: “Is this the New Year gift?”

Ye Qizhen: “Like it?”

Wen Yu put the photo album aside, focusing on hugging Ye Qizhen. “Like it.”

Ye Qizhen added, “So easily satisfied?”

Hearing her tone, Wen Yu asked, “There’s more?”

Ye Qizhen dawdled for a while, turned around to face Wen Yu, “Hold out your hand.”

“What?”

“Hold it out.” Ye Qizhen urged.

Wen Yu obediently opened her palm in front of her, a gesture of asking for a gift.

Ye Qizhen signaled with her eyes. “Palm down.”

Wen Yu helplessly turned her palm over, staring straight at Ye Qizhen, wanting to see what else she was up to.

Ye Qizhen supported Wen Yu’s hand.

Wen Yu looked down, her heart warming. A silver ring slid down her fingertip, circling her finger tightly bit by bit. She smiled in a trance, her heart also circled tight.

After putting on the ring, Ye Qizhen looked at Wen Yu, smiling shyly and seriously. “Do you like this?” The couple rings were prepared long ago, but too many things happened during this period, leaving no time to attend to them.

“Like it.” Wen Yu picked up the other one and carefully put it on Ye Qizhen.

Ye Qizhen stared at Wen Yu infatuatedly. Clearly just such a small action, yet it made her heart race wildly. Because it was Wen Yu.

After the waves, everything returned to normal.

In the second semester of junior year, like most people, Ye Qizhen put more energy into her studies, reading books step by step and preparing materials for postgraduate recommendation. Her professional ranking had always been top-notch in these three years; guaranteed postgraduate recommendation shouldn’t be a problem.

Wen Yu didn’t plan to take the postgraduate entrance exam, so her studies were relatively relaxed. Although their paces were different, they adapted perfectly to each other’s rhythm.

Qi Yun saw these two in the art studio several times—one painting, one reading. She admired them greatly. She had seen many whose grades were affected by dating, but this was the first time seeing someone become more of a top student the more they dated.

When there were no classes in the afternoon, soaking in the library was also common. They didn’t necessarily sit together, but would sit where they could see each other just by looking up. Sitting too close, they occasionally couldn’t help making small movements, which would be distracting.

The rings on their hands were very useful, blocking most pick-up attempts, though they would also encounter those with poor eyesight.

Reviewing notes again, Ye Qizhen propped up her head and subconsciously looked in Wen Yu’s direction. Coincidentally, she saw a boy standing beside Wen Yu, bending over and saying something to her.

Wen Yu had a cold and indifferent expression, sitting straight, looking straight ahead, her thin lips opening and closing slightly, cherishing words like gold. Until noticing Ye Qizhen looking at her, she instantly smiled softly.

Here, Ye Qizhen competed with her with her eyes, only two big words floating in her mind: Still smiling.

A bell rang in the distance; the last class ended. Ye Qizhen packed up her books, walked lightly to Wen Yu, and right in front of that boy, took Wen Yu’s hand and left.

Wen Yu stole an extra glance at Ye Qizhen, thinking Ye Qizhen would say something.

Ye Qizhen pouted but said nothing. No need to ask specifically.

It was dinner time. Passing the food court in the school, Ye Qizhen smelled the aroma and pulled Wen Yu’s hand. “Want to eat casserole vermicelli.”

Wen Yu thought of freshman year; Ye Qizhen was like this, unable to walk when encountering favorite food. “Student Ye, can you be a bit more mature? Almost a senior.”

“Student Wen, I’m not your senior.” Ye Qizhen found an excuse for her childishness, reasonable and well-founded.

In May and June, although not yet summer, eating casserole was still a bit hot.

Ye Qizhen sweated after eating, only cooling down slightly walking under the tree-lined path with the evening breeze.

After strolling slowly around the school, they returned to the small apartment.

While changing shoes, Ye Qizhen chatted with Wen Yu in a seemingly casual tone, “What did that person say to you today?”

Wen Yu: “Which one?”

Saying more would seem deliberate. Ye Qizhen blinked, but finally couldn’t hold back. “That one, in the library this afternoon.”

Wen Yu smiled first, stared at Ye Qizhen for a moment, and continued to smile.

Ye Qizhen guessed: “He confessed to you?”

Wen Yu countered: “So someone confessed to me and you’re this calm?”

Ye Qizhen: “So it really was a confession?”

“I’m not you, having so many juniors and seniors… senior sisters confessing.” Wen Yu added obvious logical stress to the last two words.

“…” Ye Qizhen understood the meaning in Wen Yu’s words; still brooding over it after so long.

“He mistook me for someone else,” Wen Yu explained.

“Mistook… isn’t that just wanting to hit on you?” Ye Qizhen muttered.

“Do you think he can hit on me?” Wen Yu asked Ye Qizhen back.

Ye Qizhen was very satisfied with this answer. She knew Wen Yu’s eyes and heart only held her.

Wen Yu grasped the key point and asked with a smile, “Is it unacceptable if others look at me even once more?” Actually asking this, she was satisfied deep down.

Laughing at my pettiness. Ye Qizhen couldn’t win. Looking at Wen Yu, she made a small expression and threw out a sentence: “Ignoring you.”

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, leaning closer, loving to tease her: “Sure about ignoring me?”

Ye Qizhen raised an eyebrow too, not showing weakness: “Mn.”

At night, Wen Yu came out of the bathroom after showering, wearing only a loose and lazy shirt, the hem barely covering the top of her thighs. Barefoot on the floor, a pair of white and smooth legs were slender and straight.

Proper long legs. Ye Qizhen looked at them, besides a little envy, having more thoughts in other aspects. Loved seeing Wen Yu dress like this. She had written in the little stars confessing to Wen Yu that she liked seeing her wear shirts.

Wen Yu got into bed, intentionally leaning closer to Ye Qizhen.

Ye Qizhen didn’t know if she was overthinking or… always felt Wen Yu was deliberately tempting her. She vaguely understood the hidden meaning of Wen Yu’s “Sure about ignoring me.”

“I’m turning off the light.” Wen Yu reached her arm around her, wanting to turn off the night light.

The next second, Ye Qizhen was gently pressed by Wen Yu turning sideways. Wen Yu’s collar slipped outwards as she turned; she could vaguely see lines and fullness.

Wen Yu delayed turning off the light, like a disguised half-hug, circling Ye Qizhen. Lowering her eyes slightly, she caught Ye Qizhen’s restless gaze. She used her killer move, whispering gently, “Really ignoring me?”

Sure enough, waiting for me here. Ye Qizhen acted before her brain, kissing Wen Yu’s lips, persisting for less than half a second.

Wen Yu gently bit Ye Qizhen’s lip, amused.

“Don’t laugh.” Ye Qizhen commanded without any imposing manner, immediately kissing her again.

“Mn.” Wen Yu closed her eyes, the passionate response on her lips not stopping.

Just a few kisses later, both hands started misbehaving. Just showered, skin condition at its best, suitable for intimacy, suitable for caressing, and leaving hickeys.

Ye Qizhen kissed Wen Yu’s neck.

Wen Yu called her: “Ye Puppy.”

Hearing this, Ye Qizhen seemed to have more excuse to push her luck. She cupped Wen Yu’s cheek kissing wildly with a smile until Wen Yu’s soft tongue entangled hers.

Every time, they liked to kiss for a while first. Thinking back, it was quite embarrassing. Remember the first month they lived together? Basically, as soon as they returned to the apartment, they couldn’t wait to kiss. Wen Yu also liked to pester her in various places, even trying on the desk.

And now, they had been together for a year, yet the feeling of passionate love seemed undiminished.

Taking advantage of Wen Yu being aroused, Ye Qizhen supported her back with her palm, pressing her into the bedding. Wen Yu leaned on her softly, hooking her arms around Ye Qizhen’s neck, not wanting to stop kissing.

Before long, Wen Yu was flustered, her fingertips touching Ye Qizhen’s ears, red and burning hot. She laughed inwardly; blushing after so many times. Then she felt she had no right to talk about Ye Qizhen; after so many times, she was still incredibly sensitive to Ye Qizhen.

Hearing Wen Yu’s intermittent sounds lingering in her ears, Ye Qizhen lost control slightly.

Wen Yu lightly bit Ye Qizhen’s shoulder, arriving once again.

Played around for three hours. Gradually, only Ye Qizhen’s whimpering low moans remained in the room. Every time towards the end, she had no energy left, but Wen Yu was relentless.

Ye Qizhen looked at Wen Yu hazily. Just because she bullied her a little more today, she was indeed bullied back double.

“Wen Yu.” Ye Qizhen really had no strength left, calling her name weakly.

Wen Yu still held a grudge at this time. “Thought you were ignoring me?”

Ye Qizhen’s body trembled slightly. “I was wrong…”

Wen Yu smiled, kissing her lips gently.