Chapter 190 Gift

The business layout of university towns is similar:

The streets are filled with restaurants and snack bars, all-night coffee shops that serve ID photos, and half a block away is a stamp-collecting express hotel. Even the top universities are no exception.

The only difference is that there are a few more souvenir shops, and the signboards at the entrance are full of things selling notebooks, pencils, and refrigerator magnets that are said to be the same as those on campus. Next to them is a pile of golden secret books of the top scorers in various provinces.

It is sealed and you are not allowed to try it out, as if buying it will give you half a foot into the threshold of Peking University or Tsinghua University.

Su Xia once took a photo of it for Xu Jiqing, jokingly saying that his name might have been secretly printed on it to embellish some math score-raising tips that his boss had copied and pasted from the Internet.

Xu Jiqing was jogging in the morning. He stopped by the roadside, glanced at the photo she sent him, and replied, "No."

When she asked again, he had already started running again, his breathing mixed with the sound of the wind, calm and confident:

“I didn’t pass the college entrance exam.”

The highest level of Versailles is when the speaker is simply stating the facts.

From then on, every time she passed by the school gate, she seemed to hear these words echoing in her ears.

Except for today.

Su Xia is the typical person who only remembers to eat but not to be beaten.

It had just been a short while since I got off Xu Jiqing's back, and they had only kissed each other a few times.

Xu Jiqing's car drove along the street. The rain was falling heavily and her eyes drifted uncontrollably to the colorful hotel signs.

Cars of all price ranges passed by, and finally I entered the school through the back door by swiping my ID card on the front windshield. Taking advantage of the lack of people at night, I parked steadily outside the small door of Su Xia's dormitory building.

The car was turned off, and it was equally dark outside and inside, with only a little light from the street lamps above shining through.

Xu Jiqing helped her unbuckle her seat belt, pulled up her collar, and straightened and raised the collar of her sweater.

...It's becoming more and more like sending Xu Jiaojiao to school.

Next, should I prepare to carry my bag and send her to the building door, and say a few words to the dormitory manager, saying that our child neither likes to sleep nor gets up, so please take more care of her.

Who wants him to be like this?

Su Xia pushed his shoulders away and raised her lips. "My sweater has a design. Why did you take it apart?"

"Leave it open for fresh air."

Su Xia folded her hands and said nothing.

Xu Jiqing paused, raised his hand again, and folded the sweater back according to his memory.

"Is it the same?"

The reflection from the car window could be used as a mirror, but Su Xia didn't even look back.

She was just stalling for time anyway, and it seemed that adding a few more irrelevant words would make her next words sound a little more natural and less impulsive:

"Can I... not go back to the dorm?"

In the backlight, Xu Jiqing's upper body was slightly tilted, and he was silent for two seconds after hearing the sound.

"Is it not convenient for you to go back?"

Su Xia's heart was beating like a drum. She closed her eyes and rushed forward in one breath. "It's... it's almost time to go out. I don't know if the boys' dormitory is strict or not, but if everyone else in your dormitory is asleep, if you go back now, won't it disturb them? What will they say to you?"

My God, listen to this logic.

Pulling and pulling, creating something out of nothing.

The deterrent effect is only higher than being careful about flower pots falling on your head and telling primary school students not to leave after school.

"I'm paying them now," Xu Jiqing looked at her in the night, "and no one says anything to me."

“Oh,” Su Xia raised her eyes, her voice getting smaller and smaller, sullenly holding a grudge, “but I will tell you.”

If she wears two more layers of clothes when it's cold, will her attractiveness decrease?

But the sweater she's wearing is clearly a tried-and-tested piece of clothing.

The female friends who have seen it all whimpered and sighed, saying that autumn is the season of victory for these apple-shaped goddesses. Even the stray cats passing by want to bury them.

Does he have any aesthetic sense?

She pursed her lips, blinked, and said dryly, "If you don't want to accompany me, then I'll leave."

The car door lock was not unlocked. Su Xia reached out and pulled it but there was no response. She wanted to turn around and accuse Xu Jiqing of holding her captive in the car, but she saw Xu Jiqing approaching in the dark.

The next moment, the sun visor in front of the co-pilot was folded down.

There was a sound of rain outside the car window, and no one was walking on the path.

In the darkness even darker than before, Xu Jiqing pressed her down on the car seat and kissed her.

It was a very passionate kiss. He was breathing quickly and heavily. The tip of his hot tongue pried into her lips, entangled with her tongue that wanted to withdraw, and hooked it out. After a few seconds of contact with the cool air, she lowered her eyes and rolled it into his mouth.

The Adam's apple kept sliding as he swallowed, so directly and explicitly.

He sucked as hard as if he were drawing water from a spring, causing her mouth and tongue to ache and become numb.

I feel very sorry for my Chinese teacher.

Su Xia had grown up so much that she only had a far-fetched epiphany at this moment when she was kissed so hard that she was dizzy.

The drizzle on Tianjie Street is as soft as butter. What could the relationship be between rain and butter?

But the man who kissed her like this pulled away first, turned his face to the side and took two breaths, as if he was adjusting his breathing, or as if he was smelling her.

The scent of her shampoo, the sweetness of her cosmetics.

Because he recently entered the workplace, he started trying perfumes whose names he didn’t know.

A little sweat on her neck and behind her ears made her hair slightly curled, moist and salty against her skin.

Xu Jiqing's pale eyes were wet, like an animal on the hunt, staring at her straight, making her more shy than the kiss itself.

Being looked at like that, anyone would feel that they couldn't escape and it would be futile to look away.

Su Xia clenched her fingers and whispered, "You want..."

The aunt from the dormitory came out to close the outer door, making a loud creaking noise, and the voice-controlled lights in the corridor lit up from low to high.

Xu Jiqing rubbed his chin against her chest quickly, returned to the driver's seat, sat up straight, and unlocked the car door with a click.

"I know you have a full schedule tomorrow."

Su Xia was still recovering from the impact of him rubbing against her, and looked at him blankly.

"Not today."

Xu Jiqing's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyelashes fluttered. "In a week."

What's not possible? It will take another week.

He simply understood it all from the beginning.

Su Xia's ears were red, and there was very little room for normal thinking left in her brain. She was still struggling to calculate a date, "Next Saturday seems to be your birthday."

Xu Jiqing didn't respond, but his gaze was quiet and hot.

Maybe it was really transformed.

Su Xia didn't know what she was thinking. Being hooked by that look, she could say whatever she wanted to say without any hesitation. "...Birthday present?"

"no."

Xu Jiqing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he looked a little embarrassed. "There's another reason."

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A week consists of seven days, from Friday to Friday.

She has a short essay due next week and an important midterm test on Friday morning. Her daily schedule is very full, but after the tests, she can relax and take a few days off.

Xu Jiqing's birthday this year is on Saturday. He had half a day to prepare on Friday and a day of buffer time on Sunday. It was as if it was set up in advance.

People are afraid of countdowns when doing anything, let alone a countdown within a predetermined schedule.

The desktop plug-in on the phone lights up as soon as I press it, and the tension it brings completely overwhelms the exam itself.

Fortunately, Xu Jiqing seems to be busier than her.

He was in his last year of studying at Tsinghua University, and was following the graduation process of the previous year's students. Apart from occasionally coming back to have a meal with her in the cafeteria, he spent the rest of his time either working on a project with Lin Lang and others, or simply not at Wudaokou.

When I met someone, it was a quick encounter, with snacks I bought from various internet-famous shops:

Sometimes it’s a small cake, sometimes it’s the bread with the unusual fillings that she mentioned a few times, and sometimes it’s the milk tea that’s been very popular on social media platforms, as if she wants to swap and replay the memories of high school.

After being fed like this for a week, she didn't lose weight during the exam week, but her cheeks became rounder.

The meeting time agreed with Xu Jiqing was at three o'clock on Friday afternoon. She grabbed the tickets in advance and watched a French romantic film together in the school auditorium.

After the morning exam, Su Xia still had some time, so she took a taxi to get the SPA that she had booked long ago. She was massaged carefully from head to toe, and everything from the ends of her hair to her fingertips was soft and smooth. She smelled very good even without applying anything on her.

Today she wore a milky white cashmere coat with a cross-neck dress underneath. The degree of skin exposed was just right as certified by He Miao. On her wrists were two bracelets that Xu Jiqing had given her before.

After spending some time together after their reunion, she roughly understood Xu Jiqing's aesthetic taste.

He seemed to like her to be flashy and sparkly.

Even the baby fat that she tried so hard to lose in her teenage years was probably to his liking.