Chapter 96 Are you still jealous?

Wen Jiu blushed deeply.

She really likes these things.

I like anything that allows me to get close to Zhou Yanchuan.

At first, she liked holding hands, but she preferred him to hold her in his arms and feel the sensation of being enveloped by his fragrance.

After they kissed, her favorite thing was when he kissed her; her whole body felt weak.

And Zhou Yanchuan was so gentle and tender when he kissed her.

However, since they started dating, they have kissed very few times.

"Not now," Wen Jiu whispered.

He said, "So you'll need it later?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiu's ears turned red, and she lowered her head, but did not deny it.

Zhou Yanchuan smiled.

He restrained himself from scaring her, but little did he know, she was a little pervert.

Halfway through her meal, Wen Jiu suddenly heard a familiar voice and looked up.

It consists of An Ning, An Ze, and Lu Jingci.

When she looked up, the girl's gaze also turned in her direction.

When their eyes met, the girl was about to call out "senior," but her expression suddenly changed when she saw the person sitting in front of her.

"Zhou Yanchuan!"

Zhou Yanchuan noticed a few people not far away, and when he saw Lu Jingci among them, he couldn't help but frown.

The boy in front of her was different from the other boys surrounding her; those were usually people she was somewhat interested in, but not to the point of being particularly fond of.

But Lu Jingci was clearly not one of them.

Zhou Yanchuan was unhappy and it was hard not to feel a sense of crisis.

*

Even after seeing it with her own eyes, An Ning still found it hard to believe.

Even after sitting down, they were still thinking, "Is the senior's boyfriend Zhou Yanchuan?"

It was Zhou Yanchuan.

She didn't connect the two people at all.

Looking at his sister's reaction, Anze felt as if he were seeing his younger self.

Before meeting Zhou Yanchuan, he wondered what kind of person a girl who rejected Lu Jingci would like.

As soon as Zhou Yanchuan came out, he understood.

It's not Wen Jiu's fault; he really wouldn't have had a good choice if he were in Wen Jiu's shoes.

Zhou Yanchuan's charm doesn't lie in his grades or family background; it's just that he is a person, and it's as easy as breathing to like him.

Anze had met him once, on the basketball court, during a game between Experimental High School and No. 1 High School. Zhou Yanchuan didn't play; he just watched from the sidelines.

At that time, a girl gave him a love letter, which he casually rejected.

The girl was about to leave with a look of dejection in her eyes, but at that moment, the indifferent person suddenly stood up from the chair.

Without saying a word, with a piece of clothing draped over his arm, he followed the girl away.

The boys around him teased:

"Didn't you say you didn't want love letters? What's going on here?"

"Why did you follow me?"

"Will you return it later?"

Zhou Yanchuan told them to get lost, but he still followed the girl outside. A group of people were still joking around, their words full of envy. Most of the people who came to watch the basketball game were there to see him.

Anze didn't speak, he just stared at the back of the girl.

He had just seen it too; the girl must have been on her period, as there was a small bloodstain on the back of her pants.

Zhou Yanchuan returned shortly after leaving, and when he came back, the coat on his arm was gone.

At that moment, Anze understood why so many girls liked him.

Despite his carefree attitude, respect for girls' upbringing is ingrained in his very being.

Moreover, children raised in wealthy families possess a sense of superiority and an instilled confidence that is completely different from that of ordinary people.

Zhou Yanchuan's charm comes entirely from the person himself.

So when he first learned that the girl liked Zhou Yanchuan, he was only slightly surprised. What surprised him even more was that Zhou Yanchuan also liked Wen Jiu.

Zhou Yanchuan served food to the person in front of him and said casually, "Do you and Lu Jingci keep in touch?"

"No."

"Then why do I see him every other day?"

Wen Jiu stopped drinking water and asked, "Are you jealous?"

He raised his eyebrows to look at her.

Wen Jiu realized he was jealous, and was a little happy. She took the initiative to explain, "There's nothing between me and him."

"I know."

"Then why..."

Before she could even utter the word "jealousy," she heard him say, "I'm being unreasonable."

*

Wen Jiu doesn't like to eat vegetables, and when she saw Zhou Yanchuan taking the greens from her plate, her first reaction was to cover them with beef.

Just pretend you didn't see it.

But he clearly knew what she was thinking: "Eat the food first."

"..."

She reluctantly picked up some greens and put them in her mouth to chew.

She chewed very slowly, bit by bit, until she finally swallowed it. Then the person in front of her put several more pieces of bok choy on her plate.

"Zhou Yanchuan, I want to eat meat!"

Zhou Yanchuan chuckled: "I don't know who spoiled him with his picky eating habits."

As he spoke, he placed a few more slices of beef on her plate.

Who else can spoil her but him?

When I was little, I knew she didn't like eating vegetables. When we went to Uncle Wang's house to eat noodles, I would say she was a picky eater, but I would also put the vegetables from her bowl into my own and give her all the beef.

As she got older, to ensure she got enough nutrition, we started coaxing her to eat vegetables.

How could she not like someone like that?

*

After finishing her meal, perhaps remembering Zhou Yanchuan's words about kissing, Wen Jiu took several mints as she passed the cashier.

Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he had guessed what she was thinking.

Wen Jiu's cheeks flushed, and her fingers twitched slightly.

"Do you want some?"

She handed the candy over.

Zhou Yanchuan didn't like sweets, but seeing the fair palm being extended towards him, he still reached out and took it.

It tastes like grapes.

He didn't hold it in his mouth for long before he stepped outside and crunched it down, the grape flavor spreading in his mouth.

It's a little sour.

The two walked hand in hand down the street when Zhou Yanchuan suddenly remembered something and asked, "Going to school the day after tomorrow?"

"Um."

Wen Jiu kicked at the pebbles by the roadside, her thoughts suddenly becoming complicated because of his words. She had never been separated from Zhou Yanchuan for a long time since she was a child, but after the day after tomorrow, they would not be able to see each other for a long time.

I don't know if I'll be able to get used to it.

At this point, the longest they were separated was no more than a week.

"I'll ask my teacher for leave tomorrow and I'll take you the day after tomorrow."

"It's okay, Xiaxia and I are together, you don't have to go."

Zhou Yanchuan naturally did not agree.

*

At the end of August, the air was still filled with heat, and occasionally a breeze would bring a moment of coolness.

The two kissed in the narrow alley in front of their house.

With just a glance, Zhou Yanchuan's kiss landed.

He took her lips into his mouth and gently nibbled at them, as he always did.

The little girl ate a lot of candy along the way.

My lips were warm and soft, with a lingering fragrance.

He savored it carefully, lingering over it.

But they didn't linger there for long; instead, they went home.

I don't know if it's just flattery, or if they've gotten a taste for it, or if they're about to part ways.

That night, their kisses ranged from tender to less tender, in every sense of the word.

Later, Wen Jiu's bright black eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, confused and dazed, her desire so intense that it couldn't be dissolved.

Even the fingertips are soft.

Finally, Zhou Yanchuan hugged her and pressed his lips to her earlobe: "Is our Xiao Jiu still jealous?"

Wen Jiu buried her head in his chest, her whole body turning bright red.

*

On the day I went to school.

Wen Jiu was in a good mood throughout the journey, but when he was about to leave that night, his eyes couldn't help but redden.