"It's only been a short time, and you've already fallen out of love... You're quite the fickle lady."
Lu Yibei was in agony.
Ji Qingqian's delicate fingers tugged at Lu Yibei's cheek again.
Lu Yibei: "=3="
Pain...and pleasure.
What do I love about you?
This is such rambling literature... Of course I love it all.
Ji Qingqian thought to herself, but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud for the time being.
She is indeed a hero who excels at dealing critical damage, but that requires sufficient buffs... In other words, she needs to say the right thing in the right atmosphere.
That atmosphere is clearly absent now.
But the way her boyfriend seemed to really want an answer made her take it a little more seriously.
Ji Qing pursed her moist lips and began to think of an answer.
Love you…
Love you…
"Mmm... I love you..."
Ji Qingqian was organizing her thoughts when Lu Yibei spoke first:
"Loving you while walking alone through dark alleys?"
Ji Qingqian was taken aback, and subconsciously replied:
"I love the way you refuse to kneel?"
The two then hummed in unison, as if in perfect sync: "I've faced despair with love, but I refuse to shed a tear~"
The soft singing reached the other person's ears.
Their clasped hands swung higher and higher.
Such behavior might seem a bit childish to a junior high school student, but it's just right for a college student who's in the midst of a relationship.
Ji Qingqian, however, became even more delighted.
This is also one of the reasons why she loves Ah Bei so much.
He understands her quirks and can be cute and adorable with her.
...
The invitation to dinner was extended by Ji Qingqian.
But the shop was still chosen by Lu Yibei, a local.
After taking his seat, Lu Yibei explained to the girl from Northeast China sitting opposite him why he had chosen this restaurant:
"Hangzhou's signature dish! Clay pot chicken!"
Ji Qingqian suspiciously opened the encyclopedia and checked:
"Stewed chicken in a clay pot is a dish from the Huaihai region."
"Huaihai includes Jiangsu Province, right? We in the Yangtze River Delta region have never been separated. Things from Jiangsu Province are from Zhejiang Province..." Lu Yibei said confidently.
"Jiangsu Province can't even unify itself, yet it's still not separated from you..."
Ji Qing made a shallow, expressionless remark.
Lu Yibei gave an awkward laugh.
Joking aside, Ji Qingqian never starts trouble; she only picks on the people she eats with.
So she was still happily watching her boyfriend while waiting for the food to be ready.
Lu Yibei rested his chin on his hand, sometimes gazing out the shop window, sometimes turning back to look at the heroine Qingqian.
After watching for a while, Ji Qingqian felt somewhat guilty.
“Abei…”
"Um?"
"I don't think I'm ever thinking about you."
"…ah?"
Qingqian, the female knight, has always been expressionless, but Lu Yibei was still able to accurately capture every change in her micro-expressions.
Just like now, she pursed her lips, only her lower lip, and looked rather pitiful.
"What's wrong?" Lu Yibei asked quickly.
"I had forgotten that you didn't get much sleep today." Ji Qingqian's eyes reflected guilt.
She had a good nap at noon, but Lu Yibei had to return the car to the store, and after returning the car, he had to take the subway back to school and then go to class... He was still replying to her messages during class, so he definitely didn't get a good night's sleep.
Ji Qingqian was only thinking about how happy she was today, and all she could think about was celebrating with the boy.
But they forgot that the boy himself was very tired.
"You look quite tired," Ji Qingqian said softly.
"It's all Chen Wei's fault."
Lu Yibei immediately scolded, "That kid is so stubborn, I was exhausted trying to deal with him—and today's complex function lesson was totally pointless. But I'm a good student, so I managed to absorb everything... The knowledge is still swirling in my head."
He looked at Ji Qingqian.
But the latter was quite clever and didn't let him get away with those excuses.
He could only smile.
"Luckily you didn't notice. I was planning to ask you out for dinner anyway. If you didn't ask me, I would have asked you. If you had thought about it and refused to come out with me, then being rejected by my girlfriend on the first day after confessing my feelings would have made me so sad that I couldn't sleep, and I would have been even less energetic tomorrow. Besides, I should eat before I sleep, and having dinner with you is much more enjoyable than just grabbing something quick. Don't worry, I'll tell you if I'm really tired."
Lu Yibei spoke at length to suppress Ji Qingqian's guilt.
After the latter nodded his little head, Lu Yibei smiled and said:
"Besides, there are some things I'd like to discuss with you in person."
"…What?"
Ji Qingqian straightened her back as she listened to Lu Yibei's earnest words.
"National Day is coming soon."
Lu Yibei said, "We have an eight-day holiday this year."
Ji Qingqian hummed in agreement, and Lu Yibei asked again:
"Does your dorm have any arrangements?"
Ji Qingqian had heard her roommate mention it, so she answered in turn:
"Ma Jiaojiao said she's going back to Huizhou... her home is quite close. She also said she'll be returning to school early to attend a comic convention with her club for two days... Wang Jue is also going home; her parents are in Hangzhou. And Chu Chu's home is in Chaoshan, which is too far, so she won't be going back..."
"There are no group activities, right?" Lu Yibei asked.
Ji Qingqian nodded: "I haven't heard them mention it yet..."
Lu Yibei had told her before that he would be going back to Jiahe Chaocheng for National Day this year.
Lu Yibei has lived in Hangzhou with his parents since junior high school, while his grandparents still live in their hometown of Chaozhou.
This year, National Day coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he has to go back and visit...
Speaking of this, Ji Qingqian also wanted to ask Lu Yibei:
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