Cheng Yu x Jiang Siyu ③

For the next week, Jiang Siyu didn't open that software again.

On the afternoon of the exam, when he returned to the classroom, he discovered that his phone was missing.

He frowned. He didn't care about anything else, but if that software were discovered by someone else, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Without thinking much, he turned around and prepared to go out to look for it. Just as he stepped out the door, he bumped into a familiar figure.

Cheng Yu stood there, her eyes devoid of their usual hostility, simply looking at him quietly, her voice somewhat low: "Your phone was left in the exam room."

Jiang Siyu glanced down and noticed that Cheng Yu was holding a black phone, which was his.

His heart skipped a beat, but he still tried to appear calm and reached out to take it. "Thanks, I wasn't looking..."

"Is that ghost you?"

Cheng Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it struck Jiang Siyu like a thunderbolt.

His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his mind a jumble of thoughts. He wanted to deny it, but he couldn't. The other person must have seen it; otherwise, they wouldn't have asked.

His worst fears came true.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cheng Yu didn't return the phone to him, but simply said, "Come with me."

Jiang Siyu hesitated for two seconds, but finally followed.

The two walked down the corridor one after the other, and finally stopped at the door of a music classroom.

Cheng Yu pushed open the door, shoved Jiang Siyu inside, and locked the door behind her.

Jiang Siyu watched his movements, mentally bracing herself for a punch. After all, she had tormented him so badly before, making him cry and beg for help, so it was only right that Cheng Yu wanted to vent.

But Cheng Yu didn't make a move. Instead, she walked closer to him step by step until the two were only half a step apart.

He looked up, his eyes not filled with the anger Jiang Siyu had expected, but with a hint of confusion and barely perceptible grievance. He asked, "Why haven't you logged into that software lately?"

Jiang Siyu was stunned. He had expected Cheng Yu to scold or hit him, but he never expected that the first question she would ask was this.

His mind raced, trying to figure out what Cheng Yu meant by those words.

"I..." He opened his mouth, then mumbled, "The exam is coming up soon, I need to study."

Cheng Yu gave a soft "oh," his tone unreadable, but the next second, he slowly unzipped his school uniform.

Jiang Siyu watched as Cheng Yu's fair neck, delicate collarbone, and then the skin on her chest that she had seen countless times on screen were gradually exposed before her eyes.

Completely different from the virtual images on the screen, there is no pixelation, only a real, warm feeling coming towards you.

Jiang Siyu subconsciously took half a step back, forgetting even to breathe.

It wasn't until Cheng Yu reached out and grabbed his wrist, pressing his hand against her chest. The warm touch transmitted through her palm, and she could feel the slight tremor of his heart beneath.

Jiang Siyu tried to pull her hand away as if she had been burned, but Cheng Yu gripped it even tighter.

"What...what are you doing?" he asked blankly, his mind a complete mess.

Cheng Yu's eyes slowly reddened, her voice tinged with grievance. She looked down at his hand pressed against her chest and whispered, "Touch it, it's so itchy."

Jiang Siyu felt something in her mind collapse with a "bang".

"...Do you know what you're saying?"

"I know."

Cheng Yu was so ashamed he could barely stand. He didn't want to be like this, but without that strange touch, he had even more trouble sleeping at night. He always felt empty in his chest, and he couldn't help but drift off in class, his mind filled with those frightening and strange feelings from before.

He looked up at Jiang Siyu, his voice trembling but he didn't flinch: "If you don't touch it, it keeps itching, and I can't sleep or concentrate on my studies." As he spoke, he gently rubbed his hand against Jiang Siyu's palm.

The sensation from his palm sent shivers down Jiang Siyu's spine. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but utter, "Slut."

Cheng Yu felt wronged. It was Jiang Siyu who turned him into this, so why was he cursing him like this?

"You asked for this yourself," Jiang Siyu said through gritted teeth.

As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng Yu's wrist was suddenly pulled, and she staggered forward half a step uncontrollably, crashing into Jiang Siyu's arms.

The next second, a warm touch suddenly covered that spot.

Cheng Yu froze, forced back her tears, and let out a broken groan.

So...so comfortable, oh soothing.

He subconsciously raised his hand to hug Jiang Siyu's head, and his leg involuntarily rubbed against Jiang Siyu's leg.

With a crisp "smack," Jiang Siyu freed one hand and slapped Cheng Yu's buttocks. The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but it made Cheng Yu tremble all over.

Jiang Siyu's voice came through indistinctly: "Don't move."

Cheng Yu blinked her teary eyes and nodded quickly, her voice soft like a spoiled child: "Okay, okay."

He really didn't rub against her anymore, but he tightened his grip on Jiang Siyu's head and pressed her deeper into his chest.

Jiang Siyu was almost breathless from his embrace, her nose filled with Cheng Yu's faint fragrance. He didn't pull away, but instead increased the strength of his kiss.

The tactile experience of real weapons is far more satisfying than virtual controls on a screen. It seems I won't need that software anymore.

--over--