Chapter 44 I've Now Learned How to Like Someone

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Jiang Siyu pressed her forehead against the muscles of his chest, following the force of his palm, and gave him the answer he wanted once again.

I like you.

"Hmm." Bo Siye lowered his eyes, letting the tears well up in his eyes.

"Will you always like me?"

Don't quit, and don't abandon him again.

The air suddenly quieted down, and Jiang Siyu's hands, which were meant to embrace Bo Siye, stopped on either side of his waist.

Always?

She doesn't like making promises in a life full of changes.

But Bo Siye seemed to really want this promise.

Jiang Siyu sighed softly in her heart, then wrapped her arms around Bo Siye's waist:

"good."

After uttering that word, Jiang Siyu clearly heard a very low sob in her ear.

Like a trapped beast that finds a way to escape in its despair.

Jiang Siyu tightened her grip on Bo Siye's waist, feeling somewhat at a loss...

Bo Siye looked like he was crying.

He didn't seem to want himself to know he was crying.

After a moment's thought, Jiang Siyu quietly lay on Bo Siye's chest, waiting for him to calm down, and then listened to his heartbeat.

The sounds were deafening.

"Let's go, your fried rice noodles will get cold soon."

Bo Siyue didn't keep Jiang Siyu waiting for long. He took Jiang Siyu's hand and continued walking towards the parking lot.

The portion of fried rice noodles was too large for Jiang Siyu to finish by herself, so she pulled Bo Siye to sit in the back row and prepared to eat together.

But after opening the package, Jiang Siyu suddenly remembered that she had a cold.

She frowned: "I have a cold, you eat by yourself, I'm not hungry."

“We kissed last night.” Bo Siye looked at her, his carefree expression returning.

As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Jiang Siyu's rosy lips for a moment, his ambiguous look like a feather teasing Jiang Siyu's heart.

“We even slept together; it was you who initiated it,” Bo Siye added.

"So what?" Jiang Siyu glanced at him and quickly fed him the rice noodles: "Eat up."

Shut his mouth.

Although Jiang Siyu wasn't exactly shy, Bo Siye's gaze made her feel like he was about to strip her naked.

"Oh." Bo Siye lowered his head and took the rice noodles from Jiang Siyu's chopsticks, but his eyes were still fixed on her, as if he was eating her, not rice noodles.

Jiang Siyu felt a scalding sensation all over her body, and she handed the lunchbox and chopsticks to Bo Siye.

"Look at the food, not me."

“Ayu is food.”

He paused for a second, then a smile spread across the man's lips, as if he were savoring something: "Very delicious."

“Bo Siye,” Jiang Siyu suddenly said with a serious expression, “can you smell something?”

"Hmm?" Bo Siye raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of doubt.

What does it taste like?

"It doesn't taste like much." Jiang Siyu leaned back lazily with her arms crossed. "Eat up."

Bo Siye wanted to ask more questions, but seeing the mockery in Jiang Siyu's eyes, he suddenly felt that it was best not to ask.

After finishing his meal, Bo Siye got into the driver's seat.

Seeing Jiang Siyu sitting in the back seat as if she had no bones, Bo Siye tapped the steering wheel lightly twice.

"Ayu, sit in the passenger seat."

"Beg me." This is the moment Jiang Siyu has been waiting for.

"Are you sure?" Bo Siye raised his eyes, his deep eyes filled with layers of ink.

Jiang Siyu looked at Bo Siye's raised eyes in the rearview mirror without any fear.

"Sure."

“Okay.” Bo Siye said, “Please, baby.”

Jiang Siyu: "..."

Jiang Siyu always felt that Bo Siye was up to something bad because he was so obedient.

But she kept her word and got into the passenger seat after Bo Siye begged her.

Jiang Siyu arrived home peacefully and took off her high heels as soon as she entered the door.

Bo Siye picked up the shoes she had taken off from behind her and was about to put them in the shoe cabinet when his gaze stopped when he saw the bright red on the heel of the shoe.

"Are your feet blistered?"

"Probably," Jiang Siyu said, pulling up her trouser leg to take a look. Sure enough, it was already worn through.

Bo Siye frowned: "Doesn't it hurt?"

Jiang Siyu showed no abnormality throughout the journey.

"It hurts, but I can bear it." Jiang Siyu walked towards the room in her slippers. "It'll be fine after a little treatment. I'll go change my clothes first."

She had already gone into the room when she finished speaking.

Bo Siye silently tried to clean the bloodstains on Jiang Siyu's heel, but found that the glaring red had seeped in and he couldn't wipe it clean no matter what he did.

After a moment of silence, Bo Siye threw the shoe directly into the trash can.

Then I washed my hands and went into the bedroom.

Jiang Siyu saw him come in after she finished changing her clothes in the dressing room. Almost instinctively, Jiang Siyu went over and hugged Bo Siye.

Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?

Bo Siye looked handsome in his suit, but it felt cold and uncomfortable to hold.

"Go change in a bit, let me disinfect your feet first."

"Okay." Jiang Siyu nodded, wrapping her arms around Bo Siye's neck: "Hold me."

She gave the order without any politeness.

Bo Siye reached under her knees and picked her up, then walked towards the living room.

After placing Jiang Siyu on the sofa, Bo Siye unbuttoned his suit jacket, knelt down on one knee, and lifted her injured foot onto his knee.

It wasn't just one wound; there were sores the size of soybeans one after another, forming a patch of bright red.

It's obviously caused by repeated excessive friction.

"How far did you run?"

Jiang Siyu's physical fitness has never been very good, so Bo Siye didn't think much of it when she was panting so much, assuming that she had only run a short distance.

"1,500 meters?" Jiang Siyu shook her foot, which was being held by Bo Siye, nonchalantly: "It's okay, this kind of wound will heal quickly."

"Why did you run away? Were you afraid I wouldn't wait for you?" Bo Siye suddenly looked up at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions that Jiang Siyu couldn't understand.

Jiang Siyu pulled her feet back onto the carpet, moved her bottom to the edge of the sofa, and leaned over to look into Bo Siye's eyes. "There's a traffic jam. I don't know how long it will take before things clear up. I don't want to be late."

They didn't want Bo Siye to wait either.

He had been waiting for him for a long time.

During the time she spent alone, and during the time she desperately missed Mu Qingye, Jiang Siyu realized how painful waiting could be.

She never believed in empathy, but after truly experiencing that kind of pain, she understood why Mu Qingye was so sad.

"If you're late, you can call me or send me a message to let me know. I won't be angry."

"But I don't want you to look up and not see me when the clock strikes the appointed time."

“Bo Siye,” Jiang Siyu cupped his face in her hands, “I’ve learned how to like someone now, and I won’t leave you alone at home anymore.”

"I'm trying my best to correct the things I didn't do well."

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, and tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared intently at Bo Siye.

It splashed onto Bo Siye's dark suit trousers, the wet patches deepening the color of his pants.

"Please don't... leave without saying goodbye again, okay?"