Chapter 40 (The last part is a separate, unrelated sentence and can be omitted.)
I don't know how much time passed, so much so that the cola in Fu Zhiheng's hand wasn't so cold anymore, before the two of them seemed to have finished talking and gradually distanced themselves from each other.
At first, Fu Zhiheng still harbored some unrealistic hopes, wondering if Luo Xincheng would wonder why he hadn't returned yet, and then look around for his whereabouts.
Unfortunately, she never looked back.
He slumped his shoulders in frustration, his fingertips, gripping the cola, glistening with a damp white.
It's not cold anymore; she'll definitely complain about it later.
So what if you're disgusted? You brought this on yourself. Who told you not to notice I was nearby for so long? You deserve to only get a non-iced Coke...
But she initially only wanted to drink Coke to quench her thirst. Now that she's already eating ice cream, she's probably completely forgotten about the Coke, and has also forgotten all about the person who bought it for her.
The boy seemed reluctant, his face fell, and he muttered something under Luo Xincheng's angry glare. But under her gaze, he still took the trash, waved goodbye, and left.
They won't even help throw out the trash, how stingy.
Fu Zhiheng chirped silently.
At this point, Luo Xincheng finally remembered that she had a forgotten boyfriend. She looked around and soon saw Fu Zhiheng with a resentful expression under a tree.
"When did you get back?" She shoved the umbrella into his hand as soon as she came over, shaking her wrist as if she was tired.
I've been back for a while, you just didn't notice.
Thinking this to himself, he pursed his lips and said sullenly, "Just arrived."
Then he tore open the can and handed over the fizzing Coke.
Thanks!
Luo Xincheng took the cola, squinted her eyes, and drank several large gulps. A moment later, she let out a small burp.
"I can't drink anymore..."
Fu Zhiheng lowered his head and kicked away an annoying pebble with his toe.
After eating ice cream, of course you can't drink cola.
At this moment, Luo Xincheng looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, took Fu Zhiheng's free hand and put the cola in his hand.
"Please finish it for me, please~"
Her eyes crinkled with laughter, and her lips, glistening with the shimmer of lip gloss, were still moistened.
Having been under the sun for so long and already feeling unbearably hot, Fu Zhiheng felt a ticklish sensation in his ears and a palpitation as if he were about to suffer from heatstroke when she begged him in such a soft tone.
He lowered his head, wanting to take a sip of cola to ease the strange feeling in his heart, but his attention was first drawn to the bright red marks on the edge of the can's opening. Then he saw Luo Xincheng's faded lip makeup, pursed his lips, and took a small sip of cola.
The school prohibits students from wearing heavy makeup, but light makeup is allowed. Luo Xincheng is lazy and in order to sleep a little longer in the morning, she basically doesn't wear full makeup to school. She just draws her eyebrows and puts on some lipstick to add some color to her complexion.
Every time he kissed her, he inevitably ended up smearing a little bit of her lipstick. Sometimes her lipstick was sweet, like chocolate, and sometimes it was a little bitter...
The lip gloss she's wearing today is sweet.
But he wasn't fooled by this little sweet talk. He cleared his throat and asked her with a serious expression, "Who...who was that boy just now?"
Luo Xincheng said dismissively, "His name is Jiang Xu, and he's not from our school."
Fu Zhiheng wanted to know more than just this information. "Have you... known each other for a long time?"
"Yes, we've known each other since we were very young." Luo Xincheng still didn't take his attitude to heart, and even took out lip gloss from her bag and touched up her lip makeup in front of the mirror.
"How old were you when you met?"
"I don't remember, but I've known him since I can remember."
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhiheng's expression grew even more serious.
"So you two..." He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, "are childhood sweethearts?"
Luo Xincheng had just unscrewed the lip gloss brush when she heard this, and her expression immediately turned somewhat strange.
"Childhood sweethearts...you could say that, but I still prefer to call our relationship just ordinary childhood friends."
There was a hint of disdain in her voice, which made Fu Zhiheng's expression soften a little.
He turned his head to look at Luo Xincheng, wanting to say something, but saw her with her mouth slightly open, concentrating on applying lip gloss.
He watched as she applied a bright orange-red lipstick to the inside of her lips, then pursed her lips together, making a crisp 'pop' sound.
He suddenly felt thirsty and forgot what he was going to say. He raised his hand and hurriedly drank a few mouthfuls of cola.
It was at this moment that Luo Xincheng belatedly realized the jealousy in his words, and turned to look at him with a smile.
Are you jealous?
Fu Zhiheng choked for a moment. He wanted to say defiantly that he wasn't jealous, but he was indeed feeling wronged. He had a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow or spit out.
He turned his head away in a huff, ignoring her.
Luo Xincheng's eyes lit up, and she excitedly walked to the other side, meeting his eyes. "Are you really jealous?" Fu Zhiheng tried to turn his head in the opposite direction again, but this time he failed because a second before turning his head, he noticed with his sharp eyes that the corners of her mouth were turned down unhappily.
He was afraid she would lose patience and stop trying to coax him, so he suppressed the urge to look away and met her gaze directly.
"No."
His tone was harsh.
She seemed amused and chuckled, "Still saying no? Your lips are pouting so much you could hang an oil lamp on them."
Fu Zhiheng quickly pursed his lips, stubbornly denying it but still sparingly, "No."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, trying to cover up his misunderstanding, and refused to look at her.
In the instant he lowered his head, large beads of sweat slid down his chin and dripped onto the ground with a soft thud.
Luo Xincheng was reminded by the subtle noise that he had carried the umbrella and fan with him when he went to buy Coke. Running around under the blazing sun must have been exhausting.
She gazed at his sweaty face and, unusually, felt a pang of guilt, silently turning the small fan that was pointing at her towards his face.
Feeling the cool breeze on his face, Fu Zhiheng raised his eyelashes, and most of the gloom between his brows dissipated.
"Just blow on it." He remembered that he was sulking, and tried to suppress his sullen expression. "I'm not that hot."
Luo Xincheng took out a tissue from her bag and tried to wipe his sweat with one corner of it. When he saw this, he immediately bent down to make it easier for her to wipe.
"We've sweated so much, how can we not be hot? Let's go back to the classroom and enjoy the air conditioning later."
She tilted her head back to wipe his sweat, and as she spoke, her hot, moist breath kept hitting his face, making him feel even hotter.
She not only blew the fan on me, but also wiped my sweat... I guess she still prefers me, her real boyfriend?
Thinking of this, his voice softened, "But I still want to spend a little more time alone with you."
It was rare to hear him act coquettish, so Luo Xincheng was clearly taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."
After wiping one half of his face, Fu Zhiheng tilted his head and pressed the other half of his face against hers.
"I...I really wasn't jealous."
Luo Xincheng's smile deepened as she deliberately teased him, "Alright, alright, I know. What's there to be jealous of? If there were anything between us, we would have been together long ago. You wouldn't even be in the picture."
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhiheng's expression, which had already eased, darkened again, and the corners of his upturned lips gradually flattened.
Luo Xincheng suppressed a laugh and pretended not to know as she continued to wipe his sweat.
Only after wiping his entire face did Fu Zhiheng awkwardly open his mouth and repeat her words in a stiff tone, "Yeah, if it were you guys... what chance would I have?"
After throwing away the tissue, Luo Xincheng turned her head to look at his tense facial features and found it somewhat amusing.
Her gaze shifted slightly, finally settling on his lips, which appeared unusually stubborn as they were pressed into a straight line.
She blinked and silently licked her lips.
Are you angry?
He shook his head and said no.
But anyone with eyes could see that he was angry.
Luo Xincheng smiled and casually tiptoed toward a quiet corner of the campus.
Fu Zhiheng followed with an umbrella, but after waiting for a long time, she still hadn't come to comfort her. Feeling frustrated, she couldn't help but wonder if she had been too subtle in her expression, so that her friend hadn't realized that she was having a tiff with her.
His thoughts drifted uncontrollably away, and he didn't notice that there were fewer and fewer people around him until finally, there wasn't a single person left to see.
Luo Xincheng then stopped in his tracks.
She turned around, pressed on Fu Zhiheng's shoulder (who was clearly still in a daze), and pushed him against the wall.
The moment her back pressed against the rough wall, she tiptoed and suddenly leaned closer.
He snapped back to his senses, staring blankly at the face so close to his, holding his breath.
So close...
His consciousness began to waver, but he saw her lean closer, twitch her nose, and make a very obvious sniffing motion before commenting.
"It tastes sour."
Thinking it was his own sweat that was bothering her, he quickly turned his face away, until he heard the rest of her sentence...
"The smell of vinegar is so strong."
He froze abruptly, his eyes shifting slightly as he locked onto her smug smile.
...So cute.
He swallowed twice without warning, and this time he didn't stubbornly insist that he wasn't jealous.
Luo Xincheng lowered her gaze, her attention drawn to his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Not content with just looking, she poked it with her fingertip.
She didn't know her own strength; when she pressed down on his Adam's apple, she accidentally used too much force, causing him to groan in discomfort.
"Don't do this..."
His voice was hoarse, and his tone sounded a little embarrassed, which made Luo Xincheng want to tease him even more.
She eased her grip a little, poking his Adam's apple repeatedly, then looked up to meet his eyes.
He had sweated a lot before, and his eyelashes were soaked with sweat, dripping wet. His lower eyelashes were haphazardly stuck to his lower eyelids, in clumps. When he blinked, some of the eyelashes at the outer corners of his eyes were stuck together, making him look inexplicably pitiful.
Luo Xincheng stared intently into his eyes, and suddenly felt that the glasses standing in the middle were too prominent and somewhat obstructive.
She simply reached out and took off his glasses.
My vision suddenly became blurry.
But Fu Zhiheng did not feel uncomfortable because of this; instead, he obediently lowered his head.
Some secret, ambiguous thoughts quietly sprouted in a secluded corner.
He held the umbrella horizontally, shielding the two people from view.
A large shadow fell over him, and with his eyelashes lowered, he said in a hoarse voice, "I can't see clearly like this."
Luo Xincheng raised her hand and traced his deep eye sockets with her fingertips. "There's no need to see clearly."
The moment she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of his rapidly moving Adam's apple out of the corner of her eye, and her laughter grew even more joyful.
"Stop pretending, you're looking forward to it too, aren't you?"
Her fingertips lingered on his eyelids, feeling his damp eyelashes brush against her fingertips.
He didn't say anything, only blushed as he endured her teasing.
The more he displayed this attitude of taking whatever he wanted, the more excited Luo Xincheng became.
She deliberately tilted her head up and brought her lips close to his, but didn't kiss him; she just pursed her lips tightly.
The crisp, loud sound was amplified several times in Fu Zhiheng's ears. His gaze wandered, and he licked his lips impatiently.
"You were staring at me the whole time I was applying lip gloss, weren't you?"
As she said this, she fairly placed the small fan between the two of them, blowing it towards their faces.
The wispy strands of her slightly short hair at her temples were blown up by the wind, brushing against his face and tickling him a little.
But at this moment, Fu Zhiheng's mind was only focused on what she had just said, scrolling through the screen repeatedly, and he had no interest in paying attention to anything else.
Seeing that he didn't speak, she pressed her advantage and tapped his lower lip. "Do you really want to kiss me? Hmm?"
Fu Zhiheng's mouth went dry from the teasing, and he unconsciously licked his lips, but his tongue touched her fingertips first.
She seemed startled by the sudden wet touch, abruptly pulling her hand back. Her sharp eyes stared at the small tip of his tongue that had sticking out, and she complained with dissatisfaction, "Why are you licking people? Are you a dog?"
"..." He was a little embarrassed, and after a moment of silence, he said in despair, "Whatever you say goes..."
Whatever she says goes; let her do as she pleases.
Luo Xincheng's eyes widened in surprise, probably because she hadn't expected him to admit it so shamelessly. She found it amusing and a little smug.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I never expected Fu to be this kind of person..."
He slightly raised his eyelashes, as if in doubt, "What kind of person?"
Luo Xincheng met his gaze and, in a breathy voice, teased him, "It's a bit astringent."
"What's there to be ashamed of admitting?"
She affectionately pinched his cheek and touched his nose with hers, exchanging breaths.
"Sexy dog".
In the few seconds he was lost in thought, her sweet voice faded from his ears.
This time he didn't argue. He lowered his head and said in a defiant tone, "Say what you want, I can't argue with you anyway."
Luo Xincheng immediately laughed as if he had won a great victory.
But after teasing us for so long, we should at least give them a reward.
So she tiptoed, her moist red lips opening and closing, "Lower your head."
He had been waiting for those words, and before they were even finished, he impatiently lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.
He rubbed against her a few times, neither too lightly nor too heavily, then opened his mouth and eagerly sucked on her lips.
"Clang!"
The cola in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and the long-deflated liquid gurgled out of the can, releasing a slightly caramel-sweet aroma that spread silently throughout the air.
He used his free hand to press down on Luo Xincheng's head, taking the initiative and conquering her territory, as if to vent all the dissatisfaction he felt from her earlier words. He forcefully stole her breath, sucking and biting her tongue, showing no sign of letting up.
But when Luo Xincheng pushed him away, he still obediently retreated, licking the saliva from the corner of his lips with lingering satisfaction.
Her lip makeup was completely ruined, with the edges of her lips blurred from kissing.
His eyes darkened, and he bent down to lick the wetness from under her lips in a fawning manner.
Luo Xincheng gasped for breath, her mind, which had been slightly dizzy from lack of oxygen, gradually clearing.
With a calm expression, she took out tissues and lip gloss from her bag. After wiping away the traces of lipstick, she raised the corners of her reddened eyes and looked at him.
"It's poking me, you perverted dog."
Fu Zhiheng shyly pulled down the hem of his school uniform, not daring to reply.
She didn't continue with that inappropriate topic for children. After focusing on applying the lip gloss, she seemed to remember something and said with a smile,
"You're not angry anymore, are you, you little jealous pot?"
He pursed his glossy lips. "I wasn't angry to begin with."
Luo Xincheng snorted coldly, calling him hypocritical, but then changed the subject and comforted him, "Anyway, there's no way Jiang Xu and I could have anything going on, so don't overthink it."
Fu Zhiheng nodded obediently, thinking to himself that it was true. In any case, I am now your official boyfriend.
They've been childhood sweethearts for over a decade without developing any feelings beyond friendship, while he, a classmate she'd known for less than a year, has taken her place. It seems Luo Xincheng never had any feelings for him at all.
Similarly, even now, after being childhood sweethearts for over twenty years, they still haven't developed a romantic relationship, so... so it's probably impossible for them to be together in this lifetime.
We can't let her not have a single male friend, that would be too domineering and petty.
He's not that petty a man.
The author's note: The biggest reason why Xiao Fu is hostile to Xiao Jiang is that the two are not familiar with each other. Once he gets to know Xiao Jiang a little better, he will know that Chengcheng doesn't like him at all.
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