Chapter 3 Bewitched, enveloped by his body heat
University students often hold social gatherings at party venues on Xueyuan Road. These large, private spaces, combining cooking, games, and audio-visual entertainment, help everyone quickly break the ice.
Jiang Chuyu and her group were among the last to arrive.
In the living room, several male students were chatting with Meng Xiang, the student council president of the School of Literature.
The conversation directly referred to Jiang Chuyu, who had shocked the entire boys' dormitory building the previous night.
"Are all the girls in your School of Humanities this fierce? My junior cried so much last night that the whole floor was disturbed."
Lin Jiashu's howl last night made Jiang Chuyu an overnight sensation in the School of Aeronautics and Astronautics. They could already imagine how terrifying this junior was.
Meng Xiang crossed her arms and sneered, "You guys are too weak. It's just a breakup, why are you crying and making a fuss? Aren't you ashamed? Besides, Jiang is always like this. She's a rich kid from a wealthy family in Beijing. It's understandable that she's a little willful. You can rest assured that the other female students in our School of Literature are all normal people. They won't eat people."
"That's true." The male student said, embarrassed.
As the group chatted, they heard footsteps and turned to see Jiang Chuyu and her friends coming in through the door.
The person at the center of the conversation suddenly appeared, and the atmosphere instantly became strange. The group of people carefully and silently observed Jiang Chuyu.
Around nine or ten in the morning, she was standing next to her roommate, her delicate face peeking out from her black hair. Her eyebrows were lowered, her expression was languid, and her skin was as thin and white as rice paper soaked in rain, almost glowing. Her lips were also very beautiful, a light peach-red color.
She exuded a weariness, yet possessed an indescribable charm and beauty; no wonder Lin Jiashu was completely captivated by her.
The male students at the Aerospace Academy collectively swallowed hard, inwardly cursing Lin Jiashu.
It's all Lin Jiashu's fault, no matter what. The junior looked like she was dozing off while walking, how could she be a bad girl? Lin Jiashu must have done something to wrong her!
Jiang Chuyu looked around, the room was full of people, but she couldn't see Gu Zeming. She looked a little lost.
Shi Qing greeted the people around her in a generous manner. When she saw that Shi Qing didn't speak, she patted Shi Qing's arm and silently mouthed: Cheer up, smile!
Jiang Chuyu turned her gaze away and smiled, "Hello, senior, hello, junior, hello, president."
She wasn't wearing makeup or dressed up, and spoke in a soft voice, as if she was about to fall asleep any second, showing absolutely no energy!
Meng Xiang always felt that Jiang Chuyu was just taking advantage of her family's good financial situation to get a degree from university without any effort, and that she was not one of them.
She glanced at Jiang Chuyu and forced a smile: "The students from the Aerospace Academy have gone to move the ingredients. Lunch will be served at noon. You guys go to the game room to play for a while and chat with everyone."
The party room is an open-plan space located to the west of the living room, separated from the outside by a glass sliding door. The interior is spacious and bright, with several chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling.
Jiang Chuyu and Shi Qing pushed open the heavy soundproof door, and a wave of sound rushed in instantly.
"Just dance with me."
"Come over here, I'll give you all the equipment."
Holy crap!
"It's okay, it's okay. Stay behind me, I'll protect you!"
Jiang Chuyu looked into the crowd.
Lin Jiashu is playing PUBG with his senior.
Jiang Chuyu used to love playing too, and he was just as good as Lin Jiashu. When he was really good, he could even win nine out of ten times. But after he got an electronic stomach ailment, he stopped playing.
She seems to be born unable to stay attached to anything for long.
When bystanders saw her, their eyes widened suddenly. They nudged Lin Jiashu's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Jiashu, your ex-girlfriend is here."
Lin Jiashu turned his head.
Their eyes met.
She stood there, silent, her quietness clashing with the noisy surroundings.
Lin Jiashu's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.
Jiang Chuyu blinked sleepily and looked away.
Lin Jiashu frowned and said to the senior next to him, "Let's go again, I'll definitely carry you to victory this time!"
Taking advantage of the situation, bystanders started to jeer and turned to look at Jiang Chuyu's expression.
turn out……
She had no expression at all, and even seemed a little drowsy.
Jiang Chuyu couldn't stay there for more than a few minutes.
It's so noisy, my eardrums and head hurt.
She said to Shi Qing, "I'm going out now."
Shi Qing felt a little sorry for her ex-boyfriend, who was being affectionate with someone else right in front of her. "Okay, you can go out now. Don't wander around. Message me if you need anything."
"good."
Jiang Chuyu came out of the game room and looked around the other rooms, but still didn't see Gu Zeming. Suddenly, she lost interest.
Is he not coming?
I haven't replied to your email from last night. Is something on your mind?
Did the social gathering interfere with his trash-collecting?
Jiang Chuyu was lost in thought when she sat down on the sofa in the corner of the living room.
She woke up very early this morning and even washed her hair.
This was the highest form of courtesy she could show to humankind.
If he doesn't come, all that hair washing will have been for nothing.
I felt inexplicably irritable, as if a large piece was missing, leaving me feeling empty and unsatisfied, and I desperately wanted to fill it with something.
Jiang Chuyu casually picked up a cushion, imagining it to be Gu Zeming, and kneaded it wantonly.
Gu Zeming.
Gu Zeming.
Gu Zeming...
My hands got sore after squeezing for a few minutes.
She tossed the cushion aside, sighed softly, leaned back on the sofa, and stared at the pure white ceiling.
So sleepy, so tired, I want to die...
The sofa was located near the balcony and kitchen, and a breeze blowing in from outside carried a lazy coolness as it gently brushed against her cheeks.
As drowsiness crept in, Jiang Chuyu's eyelids drooped heavily. At first, she managed to stay awake for a while, but her consciousness gradually became blurred and hazy, as if being pushed by something, slowly sinking into sleep.
I saw Gu Zeming in my dream.
It's the same road as last night.
She followed him like a stalker who couldn't be seen in the light of day.
He walked faster and faster, and gradually, she couldn't keep up. She called out to him anxiously from behind.
Gu Zeming.
Gu Zeming.
Gu Zeming!
She woke up calling his name, and a blurry figure appeared in front of her. Jiang Chuyu rubbed her eyes, and when she saw who it was, she froze.
The light was dim. Gu Zeming stood in front of the sofa, half of his face hidden in unfathomable shadows. His nose was straight, his lips were pale red, and his dark eyes glanced at her with a cold and calm expression, revealing no emotion.
Jiang Chuyu regained consciousness, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Did he just hear her call him?
No, he definitely heard it...
Jiang Chuyu bit her lower lip lightly, and pinched her index finger joint hard with her right thumb.
Hearing the noise, Liang Shu poked his head out of the kitchen. He looked at the two of them with a surprised expression, and then said to Gu Zeming, "We don't have enough manpower. Let's get two more people to help."
Gu Zeming paused for a few seconds, then gave a soft "hmm," slowly raising his eyelashes from his soft, reddened lips that she had bitten, and turned to walk into the kitchen with two bags of groceries.
Jiang Chuyu got up and followed them, offering herself up: "Count me in."
Liang Shu glanced at her, remembering that she was the heartless woman who had dumped Lin Jiashu, and immediately said with a displeased expression, "Little sister, what are you doing in the kitchen, a pampered young lady who never lifts a finger? You should spend your time..."
Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly saw Gu Zeming open the plastic bag and hand a basket to Jiang Chuyu.
"Help me wash the vegetables."
Liang Shu was stunned for three seconds, feeling extremely frustrated. But what happened next was even more frustrating—Jiang Chuyu seemed not to have noticed that Liang Shu was in the kitchen. Her eyes were fixed on Gu Zeming, and she happily took the basket without giving him even a glance.
Gu Zeming picked out the vegetables and put them in Jiang Chuyu's basket, while instructing Liang Shu, "Go to the living room and call someone else."
"..."
Damn it.
Forget morality for the sake of beauty.
Liang Shu put down the spatula, turned around and went out.
The kitchen gradually quieted down.
Jiang Chuyu turned on the tap and washed the vegetable leaves while admiring the man next to her.
He stood at the edge of the counter, bending down to cut a tomato.
His slender fingers pressed down on the bright red fruit, the knuckles slightly protruding. The blade made a cut, and tomato juice seeped out, sticking to the thin calluses on his index finger and slowly sliding down his fingertip.
Jiang Chuyu stared at those hands, her throat tightening.
Good heavens, those index and middle fingers are so long, and they look incredibly agile, comparable to the legendary skills of the tomb raider.
Studies have shown that the longer a man's fingers, the more...
Jiang Chuyu dared not think about it too much. At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind: if I can't sleep with Gu Zeming, some of my good qualities and even my soul will be destroyed.
Soon, she finished washing the vegetable leaves, drained the water, and said her second sentence to him that day.
"Senior, what dish are you planning to cook?"
Gu Zeming kept his head down, not looking at her, his voice cold and indifferent. "Fruit salad."
Gu Zeming, who was serious about cooking, Gu Zeming, who wasn't very warm towards her, Gu Zeming, who seemed to be seducing her even when cutting a tomato—she loved every single one of them!
Her long-dormant heart suddenly sprang to life, pounding wildly in her chest like a rabbit playing dead being poked by a carrot. Jiang Chuyu, like a cheerleader, blurted out, "Wow, good luck then!"
Perhaps not having considered that there was anything to add fuel to a dish, Gu Zeming frowned slightly and completely ignored her words.
Jiang Chuyu placed the shopping basket on the counter and asked him, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"There's fruit in the refrigerator. Take it out, wash it, and take it to them."
"OK."
Jiang Chuyu turned around and opened the refrigerator door.
The refrigerator in the party venue is a double-door type, more than two meters tall, with fruit placed in the fourth compartment.
Just as she was taking out an apple, a warm chest suddenly pressed against her from behind, and a cool breath brushed against her head. She paused slightly, and the next second, a tall figure covered her and encircled her.
Gu Zeming held onto the refrigerator door with one hand, leaned slightly forward, and touched the top shelf.
Jiang Chuyu stood motionless between him and the refrigerator, her ears burning.
In front of her was a refrigerator at sub-zero temperatures, and behind her was his warm chest. Although there was no physical contact between them, she felt as if she were being kissed by his body heat. Her legs went weak, and even her fingertips trembled.
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest. She gripped the apple tightly, swallowed softly, and spoke with difficulty.
"Senior."
"Um."
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A note from the author:
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Some of my finest qualities, even my very soul, will be destroyed. — Borrowed from the internet meme "You'll Only Win at Blind Dates"
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