23 Is it possible?
The room was dimly lit, making the already dizzying atmosphere even more hazy.
My body temperature continued to rise, and I had a light sheen of sweat on my forehead.
The air conditioning was on, what's going on?
Fang Shuning stared intently at her phone, tapping away occasionally, seemingly engrossed in something. Song Jiuchen pretended to be busy, swiping through apps on his phone, opening and closing them, but unable to focus on anything.
Song Jiuchen thought to himself, "She wanted to kiss me then, but now she's all serious. What does Fang Shuning mean by this?" Song Jiuchen felt like he was in a brothel in ancient times, having been chosen by a patron he admired. Nothing else mattered, not even the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, or painting.
I was extremely anxious.
Who is incapable?
Fang Shuning suddenly let out a long sigh, turned off her phone, and tossed it aside. She rubbed her eyes and closed them to rest.
After a while, there was no movement.
Song Jiuchen stole a glance and then looked away, then stole another glance and looked away again. Only when he found that Fang Shuning didn't react did he feel relieved enough to look openly. So this is what Fang Shuning looks like when she's asleep.
Song Jiuchen even changed his position, from lying flat to lying on his side.
Just as he was engrossed in reading, Fang Shuning suddenly opened her eyes. Song Jiuchen seemed startled and abruptly sat up in bed. He felt a sense of embarrassment, like when someone caught him wetting the bed as a child. No, for Song Jiuchen, this was even more embarrassing than being caught wetting the bed.
Song Jiuchen is not only easily teased, but also easily frightened.
Fang Shuning wasn't asleep; her eyeshadow was just a little sore, she just needed a moment to recover. She had already noticed Song Jiuchen's earlier peeking, but she was curious to see what he would do next. Unexpectedly, he simply changed from peeking to openly watching. How boring.
"Am I pretty?" Fang Shuning sat up, looked at Song Jiuchen, and asked.
"It looks good." Song Jiuchen was nervous but also frank.
Fang Shuning got out of bed, took two steps to Song Jiuchen's bedside, and before Song Jiuchen could react, Fang Shuning gave him a quick kiss.
Ahhhh, she kissed him.
What should he do now? Go back to him? No, no, then what should he do? Ahhh, I've lived so many years and never experienced anything like this, I've lived in vain.
Fang Shuning looked at Song Jiuchen with a smug expression, while Song Jiuchen's cheeks flushed. This was definitely the most easily teased boy Fang Shuning had ever met in her life.
The two of them just stared at each other, their eyes sparkling, without saying a word. They simply looked at each other.
Fang Shuning smiled brightly, watching to see when Song Jiuchen would give in.
“You…so you, we, are now…you are, you…” Song Jiuchen stammered, unable to get a clear answer.
Fang Shuning didn't reply, still smiling as she looked at Song Jiuchen. Song Jiuchen felt uneasy under her gaze.
Never mind, I should go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow.
"Secretary Song, stop with the 'you, me,' and go to sleep early." After saying that, he climbed back into bed and this time he really fell asleep.
The room was pitch black, and Fang Shuning's even breathing filled Song Jiuchen's ears. What did that fleeting kiss feel like?
The moment our lips touched, a cool, tingling sensation ran through my body like an electric current. My mind went blank, and my body seemed to freeze.
Song Jiuchen gently placed his hand on his lips and closed his eyes, but Fang Shuning's face reappeared in his mind, making him feel agitated.
In the past, Song Jiuchen always felt that Fang Shuning would eventually leave. So he chose to keep his feelings to himself and slowly accept it. Unrequited love is a common occurrence in life; nothing can be perfect all the time.
But things are different now. Fang Shuning is no longer just a fleeting glimpse or a brief stay in his world. They have a longer-lasting connection and a common goal. His future includes her, and her future includes him.
Things I never dared to think about before, I might be able to be bolder about now.
A bold idea popped into Song Jiuchen's mind, and his heart pounded. He wished he could wake Fang Shuning right now and ask her if she could be with him.
But he didn't dare, because Fang Shuning would really hit him, both hitting and scolding him.
Unable to sleep, in the darkness, loneliness and emptiness filled Song Jiuchen. He closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again, counting sheep for a while. And so, he waited for dawn, for Fang Shuning to wake up.
Some people slept soundly all night, while others didn't sleep at all.
Looking at Song Jiuchen's dark circles and exhausted appearance, she said, "Song Jiuchen, you didn't take advantage of me while I was asleep last night."
"No, but I did think about things all night." Song Jiuchen's voice was hoarse as he spoke. "Fang Shuning, is there any possibility, I mean, is there any possibility between us?"
Nervous, anxious, expectant yet fearful. He hoped she would give him the answer he wanted, yet he was afraid of rejection...
"Yes, I have."
"I'm sorry, I..." Wait, no, Fang Shuning said "yes." Song Jiuchen looked completely bewildered. She said "yes"!
Even after getting into the car, Song Jiuchen was still in a daze, so for safety reasons, Fang Shuning took over driving.
Until the destination is reached.
Before getting out of the car, Song Jiuchen suddenly grabbed Fang Shuning's hand. Fang Shuning frowned, looking puzzled.
"So, what is our relationship now?" It turned out that Song Jiuchen had been holding back this question all the way here. It really made Sister Fang laugh.
"Can we count classmates, friends, and even people from the same village? Secretary Song, can we take care of business first? The factory manager has already come out to greet us, and you're still keeping me here thinking about these trivial matters between men and women? How can you do this?"
Song Jiuchen awkwardly withdrew his hand, silently got out of the car, and followed behind Fang Shuning.
One thing at a time, when Song Jiuchen talked about serious matters, he was completely unambiguous. His earnest and meticulous manner even made Fang Shuning feel a little dazed.
What exactly is Song Jiuchen like?
The Song Jiuchen I knew when I was with her was reserved in speech, seemingly mild-mannered, and somewhat cautious. Yet, when dealing with village affairs, he was composed and confident in making decisions. Now, he is poised and generous.
Everyone has multiple facets, and so does she. In an instant, Song Jiuchen seemed veiled, unable to see his face clearly or touch him.
Everything seemed both real and unreal, so close yet so far away.
Is this important?
That's not important.
Song Jiuchen gently called out, "Fang Shuning, keep up!" Fang Shuning snapped out of her reverie. Song Jiuchen, with his large eyes, smiled faintly again.
It's real, it truly exists. So it doesn't matter anymore, nothing matters anymore.
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