Chapter Fifty-Three: Unfair

"Xia," Shi Niannian's voice trembled, pleading, but she held back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes, her expression full of stubbornness and restraint.

Who wouldn't be captivated by such a beauty?

But Xia Yan's mind was filled with thoughts of what Jiang You was hiding from him.

The thought of her deceiving him gnawed at his reason with possessiveness, making him scream that he didn't care anymore and should just imprison her, which would solve all his problems and troubles, since Youyou didn't like socializing anyway.

No, no... The fierce glint that flashed in Xia Yan's eyes was quickly suppressed.

On the other side, Jiang You stood up after hanging up the phone, glaring at the boy on the bed: "What were you doing just now? You almost gave yourself away, bro!"

This guy actually took advantage of her phone call and put both hands inside her.

"I didn't mean to, I just feel unwell, my body feels so bad," Song Yun said, biting her lip and staring at her with a pitiful look in her eyes, her androgynous face revealing a vulnerable expression.

It has to be admitted that this guy is so good-looking that it's hard to tell his gender. Especially with his thick, fluffy, lazy curly hair on his head, which slightly covers his clear, watery eyes, and his fair skin, he looks very cute and innocent, and completely harmless.

Jiang You was still feeling guilty for leaving him in the hospital park overnight, and seeing his pitiful appearance, he didn't say anything to blame him.

After waiting in the dormitory until the flush on my face completely subsided, I got up and walked out.

With his right leg bent on the bed and his left foot on the floor, Song Yun held her hand, rubbed his palm against her cheek, and whispered, "Youyou, aren't you staying with me for National Day?"

"I'm going to find Xia Yan," the boy said, his skin soft and smooth, like a newborn baby's, elastic and incredibly pleasant to the touch. Jiang You tried to pull away, but couldn't move.

No matter how delicate Song Yun was, she was still a tall man, almost 1.9 meters. How could she possibly shake the body of Jiang You, who could kill her by running 800 meters?

He stopped rubbing his cheek against the girl's palm, grabbed her hand and gently pulled, forcing Jiang You to stumble and stand right in front of him.

"But, but didn't you say you'd spend National Day with me?" Song Yun wrapped his arms around her waist, rubbing his cheek against her waist, and pulled the hem of the girl's clothes up to reveal her belly.

Jiang You shuddered. She reached out to push Song Yun, but without a doubt, she couldn't budge her.

"Song, Song Yun..."

“Jiang You, I want to go with you to find Xia Yan,” Song Yun said, his lips close to her skin.

"No." Jiang You couldn't stand it and used his palm to block the other's mouth, while he kissed and licked the palm of his hand.

They were getting increasingly outrageous, and she finally snapped, "Song Yun, if you keep this up, I'll make your sister..."

"Take me back," Song Yun interrupted, then collapsed onto the bed, burying her head in the blankets, leaving only her lower body exposed.

Just as Jiang You was about to say something, a muffled voice came from under the covers: "Jiang You, you broke your promise. I will never trust you again."

I remember now, a few days ago Song Yun came over and asked her what her plans were for the National Day holiday.

She answered truthfully that she lay in her dorm room scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), reading novels, and playing games.

Song Yun asked if he could go to his dorm to lie down and watch Douyin, read novels, and play games.

She initially disagreed, but she was easily swayed and couldn't resist Song Yun's persistent pleading, so she agreed to go to his dorm to play.

This made Song Yun incredibly happy. He had already planned how they would spend their time together: he could massage Youyou's shoulders and back, serve her tea and water, and when Youyou was engrossed in her phone, she wouldn't notice his affectionate gestures. He could play with her hair, kiss the ends, rest his chin on her shoulder, and put his arm around her waist...

Song Yun is now like someone returning home to find that the food she has been longing for all day has been eaten, and she is devastated and finds it hard to accept, but the person involved doesn't seem to care.

She could only pitifully hide under the covers, silently fuming and helplessly shedding tears.

Even if he's the other woman, there should still be a first-come, first-served principle. Why should Xia Yan be able to cut in line whenever he wants? That's not fair...

Jiang You was at her wits' end. She nudged Song Yun, who was burying his head in the blanket and sobbing. She saw him writhing in a pathetic manner, burying his lower body in the blanket.

"Yes, I broke my promise this time. What kind of compensation do you want?" She was truly impressed by this boy who cried at the drop of a hat.

Cry, cry, cry! All my good fortune has been cried away.

Song Yun paused in what she thought was a very quiet sobbing, and then reluctantly and awkwardly crawled out from under the covers.

Her lazy, curly hair was very messy, and her eyes and nose were red from crying, making her look very pitiful.

He sniffed, tilted his head and stared intently at her, tears still clinging to his eyelashes: "Then I want to kiss you."

Jiang You: "..."