Chapter 119 I will have a crush on you in the next life, okay?

In the past two months, Xu Qingqing and Sheng Wan have both gained weight.

To be honest, they were indirectly fattened by He Xilou.

He Xilou also bought them some snacks, cakes, milk tea, etc. Some of them were things Meng Shiyi really couldn't finish or didn't want to eat. In line with the principle of not wasting food, they each gained five kilograms.

Meng Shiyi has actually gained a little weight, with more flesh on her face, making her look more beautiful and youthful, and more energetic and lively than before.

After the evening classes.

He Xilou was still fully armed, wearing a mask, hat and sunglasses, and was waiting for her quietly in the corner.

It’s like having a private relationship with your idol.

Wait until most of the students have left.

He Xiluo dared to come out, followed Meng Shiyi's footsteps, accompanied her downstairs, and walked leisurely on the path back to the dormitory.

The moonlight was gentle and lingering, and the warm orange light of the street lamp enveloped Meng Shiyi's profile.

She was wearing a white long dress today, looking gentle and cool, with sparkling eyes, and she was so beautiful that she seemed like she had walked out of a painting.

He Xilou took out dozens of pieces of paper from the bag and said, "Sister Shiyi, these are what I drew in the past two months."

Meng Shiyi took it and her fingertips trembled slightly when she saw the sketch on the paper.

The person in the painting is her.

There are more than thirty pictures in total.

No matter how many paintings she had drawn when she was secretly in love with He Xilou, he now drew her in every one of them and gave them to her.

There is her back as she walks in the crowd, there is her image as she quietly does her homework in the library, there is her image as she sits in the classroom, there is her image as she earnestly lowers her head while eating, and there is her image as she smiles slightly...

But it's very abstract.

He Xilou stared at her expression and asked, "Is my painting okay?"

Meng Shiyi was silent for a moment, then earnestly advised: "The painting is very good, don't draw it again next time."

There was a hint of loneliness in He Xilou's eyes. "Isn't it good-looking?"

"It's not pretty. It makes me look ugly," Meng Shiyi said. "Why do you look like a cyborg?"

Meng Shiyi has not forgotten that when He Xilou took her to play billiards, he teased her that she looked like a human machine.

Finally found an opportunity to fight back.

She once thought He Xilou knew everything.

He studies, works, plays basketball and billiards, and swims. It seems like there is nothing in this world that he can't do.

I didn't expect he was so bad at drawing.

At the dormitory door.

He Xilou looked at her reluctantly, his eyes filled with a deep, unwavering affection. "Well, I'm a human-machine who only likes Sister Shiyi."

Is this guy really crazy?

Meng Shiyi took the painting and went upstairs.

Back in the dormitory, she turned on the desk lamp and looked at the paintings carefully.

It can be seen that He Xilou is a person who has never painted before. His technique is very naive and immature, but he draws every stroke very seriously without any perfunctory attitude.

I wonder how much time he spends every day on so many paintings.

This is just for her. Are there many drafts that he is too embarrassed to show?

Meng Shiyi lay dejectedly on the table, flipping through the paintings one by one, and suddenly her fingers paused.

Behind every painting.

They all wrote a small line of words.

In 20XX, I fell in love with my friend’s sister, Meng Shiyi.

[She is very well-behaved and cute, and has a sweet smile. As soon as I see her, I want to tease her, joke with her, rub her head, and pinch her face.]

I really want to buy her food, all kinds of cakes and milk tea, and I really want to feed her to my little rabbit.

[I like her very much, I really like her, it’s never just for fun]

I'm not good at expressing my love. During the time we were together, I didn't give you enough comfort. I didn't let you feel my love and my sincerity. I'm really sorry. I will love you well in the future.

The last piece of paper reads:

[Sister Shiyi, in the next life, I will be the one secretly in love with you, okay?]

Meng Shiyi stared at the words blankly for a long, long time.

Her eyes were a little red, and a sour feeling suddenly formed at the tip of her nose.

The Meng Shiyi of five years ago, the Meng Shiyi who secretly drew him five years ago, the Meng Shiyi who filled him with her whole heart, had never imagined that a day like this would come...

In May, the weather gradually becomes warmer.

Meng Huaili and the others didn't know that He Xilou was pestering Meng Shiyi, otherwise they would have beaten him to death.

That night Meng Shiyi stayed in the dormitory alone.

Xu Qingqing and Sheng Wan either go back to their hometown or reunite with their high school classmates.

It was several hours later that she saw He Xilou's message and replied.

At two o'clock in the morning, He Xilou replied immediately: [Why are you still awake at this time? ]

Since he started pestering me, he always replied to my messages within seconds and sent various messages every day.

Meng Shiyi: [Can’t Sleep]

After saying that, he also changed a note for He Xilou.

[He Gou: Then can I coax you to sleep?]

[He Gou: I want to hear your voice, or if you don't say anything, just let me stay with you for a while, okay?]

Then he sent an invitation for a voice call.

After a few seconds of pause on the interface, Meng Shiyi finally relented and chose to connect.

"Sister Shiyi." He Xilou's low and hoarse voice came through the phone, with a bewitching tone, gently caressing the eardrum.

He said with concern: "Why can't you sleep? Is your stomach upset during your period?"

"Um."

Meng Shiyi didn't expect that He Xilou actually remembered her menstrual period.

Last month, she felt uncomfortable on the second day of her period, so He Xilou prepared ibuprofen and hot brown sugar ginger and jujube tea in advance, waited for her quietly at the classroom door, and even wanted to rub her belly.

"Princess," He Xilou coaxed her, "I'll tell you a fairy tale, okay?"

Meng Shiyi: "No, I'm not a princess."

"Who said you weren't?" He Xilou said seriously, "You are my little princess."

Meng Shiyi couldn't help but laugh out loud, "He Xilou, you're so unsophisticated."

She was getting goosebumps.

Later, He Xilou found a healing fairy tale and told it to her slowly.

His voice was deep, and every word he said carried a burning warmth, which inexplicably gave people a full sense of security.

My ears are going numb.

Meng Shiyi didn't know why, but she felt that her stomach didn't hurt as much anymore and she felt much more comfortable.

She closed her eyes, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

He Xilou was lying on the big bed in the villa.

The night was as dark as ink, and the entire room was silent and deserted, lifeless, but with a faint sense of decadence, like a body with its soul sucked out.

He Xilou hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long, long time.

The surroundings were too quiet, and the sound of Meng Shiyi's light and even breathing came from the phone. It was very light, but loud enough for him to hear.

It was as if she was sleeping next to him.

He Xilou was reluctant to hang up the phone.

He really missed her so much, wanted to hear her voice, wanted to see her, even if it was just a glance from afar.

He began to worry, to be anxious and afraid. Every night he dreamed that Meng Shiyi turned around and ran away with other boys.

There are so many outstanding boys around her, some are cool and gentle, some are sunny and cheerful, some are witty and humorous, and some are mature and gentle...

He Xilou was afraid that he wasn't doing well enough.

He wanted to hug her tightly and kiss her madly, but he was afraid that doing so would scare her and push her further away.

He Xilou lay on the pillow, with a dark and desolate scene before his eyes.

Although it was spring, his heart was icy cold.

He listened greedily to Meng Shiyi's weak breathing on the other end of the phone, imagining that she was right next to him.

He whispered, "Good night, little princess."

That night, He Xilou stayed awake all night...