Chapter 230 Evil Spirit (End)
The two received their admission letters at the same time.
Because of the unique circumstances in Tanhua Town, Jiang Chunmian waited anxiously at the post office all day until he found out his results. Only when he got the results in his hands did he feel truly at peace.
Jiang Chunmian lay sprawled on the sofa at home, two notices before him. Comparing them word for word, he suddenly looked up at Zhang Yanhui and exclaimed in surprise, "Is this fate from a past life? Our school addresses are the same!"
The old campus is especially hot and stuffy in the summer. A few days ago, Jiang Chunmian caught a cold from using the air conditioner, rendering the home air conditioner useless. The hem of her short-sleeved shirt clung to her waist, revealing a smooth, slender figure. Her hair clung to her forehead, where tiny beads of sweat covered it.
Subconsciously, she moved closer to Zhang Yanhui, hooked her hand around his arm, and the sticky sweat on her palm was swallowed up by the young man's cool aura.
Zhang Yanhui consciously acted as an air conditioner, holding her hand and wiping it clean with a wet wipe. His eyes swept across her sweaty face, then down, and quickly averted their gaze. Her dark eyelashes hid the passionate emotion in the boy's eyes. He echoed, "Yes, what a fate."
Then he squatted beside her, put away the two notices, and carefully wiped the sweat off her face with a wet towel. Jiang Chunmian squinted her eyes in comfort. Except for the time when Zhang Yanhui stayed away from her, the other times they wanted to stick together. She had long been accustomed to Zhang Yanhui's meticulous care, and he clung to her arm like a lazy cat.
She was enjoying Zhang Yanhui's service as a matter of course, but then she felt as if she was scalded, and her whole body was stiff, probably because she didn't know when the wet wipe fell off, but Zhang Yanhui's hand was still holding her face. The touch like cool jade was indeed comfortable, if the position was not so suggestive.
Ever since the college entrance exam, apart from a closer exchange of words and glances, there had been no further contact. Even on a scorching summer night, when Jiang Chunmian would rest on Zhang Yanhui's mat, embracing his arm, Zhang Yanhui would always appear steady and steady. Occasionally, he would steal a kiss on her cheek, but she would pretend not to notice, shyly burying her head in her bed and falling asleep.
However, at this moment, Jiang Chunmian noticed that Zhang Yanhui, who was usually aloof, had eyes as scorching and dazzling as the midday sun. He pressed his fingers on the corner of her lips, and his whole body froze, without blinking.
Jiang Chunmian was distracted by his gaze, and it was such a good time as receiving the admission letter, so she hugged his arm and kissed his dimple, then lay down on the sofa and looked at him with blinking eyes.
Zhang Yanhui chased after him with a red face. He had long since developed the ability to remain calm in the face of praise or criticism during his days and nights with Jiang Chunmian. The scene where he would bleed when she looked at him earlier was no longer there. Now that she had caught him off guard and stolen his affection from him, he only darkened his eyes. After pushing Jiang Chunmian onto the sofa, the desire buried deep in his bones to be close to her took over. He rubbed his face against hers, gently bit her earlobe, and a hum like a puppy begging for food escaped from his throat: "Mianmian..."
Jiang Chunmian's waist was nearly weakened by this low hum. If Zhang Yanhui showed off his lingering skills before the exam, she would have given up on her studies! Her face flushed only for a moment. Zhang Yanhui held her in his mouth, afraid she would melt, so he was very careful. Their lips were very close, millimeters apart, but he only touched the corner of his mouth, humming and humming, and would not move forward. His dark eyes were filled with restraint and severed pleading.
Jiang Chunmian was distracted and had long passed the period when she was told to focus on her studies. She pushed Zhang Yanhui away and, under his resentful gaze, took out a comic book from under the sofa.
Zhang Yanhui didn't let her go, hugging her waist and leaning against her. Even her cold body was stained with tiny beads of sweat. He greedily inhaled the sweet smell and leaned on her shoulder, "When did you like reading comics?"
Jiang Chunmian glanced at him meaningfully, then flipped open the cover to show him what was inside. The first few pages were normal comics, but the latter part was a lifelike depiction of two people standing close together, face to face, mouth to mouth. Although the brushwork was crude, the details were clear to see with just one eye! Zhang Yanhui's breathing suddenly stopped, and the air she exhaled was wrapped in flames. Her deep black eyes widened, and she felt the arms wrapped around her waist being burned by the flames.
"Ah..." His paper-white face suddenly turned red. He slightly distanced himself from Jiang Chunmian and moved a little further away from her, but his body involuntarily pressed against her.
Jiang Chunmian was shy, but her boyfriend was too serious, so she had to shoulder important responsibilities, such as these matters between men and women. She was no nerd, and at Qingcheng High School, she often joked with her friends during her spare time, using classmates who were well-versed in comics, novels, and even movies as sources of information.
At the time, she had thought it absurd. When she was young, her most beautiful imagination of love was limited to holding hands. Hearing anything more intimate seemed filthy. But now, it was completely different. Zhang Yanhui was handsome and gentle. All the information that had once carelessly flowed into her ears turned into feathers brushing against her heart. She was restless and finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Do you want to try?" Jiang Chunmian's eyes, distinctly black and white, flashed with a bright, urging light. Her elbow gently bumped into his chest. Zhang Yanhui pursed her lips, her dimples deep. Jiang Chunmian secretly resented him. If he pretended to be serious and rejected her proposal, and made her lose face, he would never get close to him again! He wouldn't even let him hold her hand...
"I do!" Zhang Yanhui released his arms from around her, turned around to face her, lowered his head, and his forehead almost touched hers. Although his eyes were full of shyness, they couldn't hide the excitement. "Mianmian, I do!"
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Jiang Chunmian to say anything, he pounced on her like a hungry wolf... He pressed his lips against hers, his eyes not closed, his bright black pupils staring at the girl in front of him. Their eyes were fixed on each other, their trembling eyelashes almost overlapping. Even though Zhang Yanhui was covered in cold air, it couldn't extinguish the steaming heat wave. With every breath, their short sleeves were soaked with sweat, but they didn't feel uncomfortable and still hugged each other tightly.
It wasn't until Jiang Chunmian laughed that Zhang Yanhui slightly moved away from her lips and said with a hint of resentment: "Teach me..."
Jiang Chunmian recalled the touch just now, which was soft and fluffy. Although it was not unpleasant, the two people's actions were really stupid. They were looking into each other's eyes at such a close distance that they were almost cross-eyed!
"How should I know?"
Zhang Yanhui took the comic and looked at it closely. Jiang Chunmian had been held in his arms without him knowing when. His clothes were soaked with sweat, but he didn't care. He leaned his head against his, carefully studying the unfamiliar knowledge depicted in the rough brushstrokes.
Zhang Yanhui cleared his throat and said, "Stick out your tongue."
Jiang Chunmian leaned over the sketchbook, squinting her eyes, secretly admiring Zhang Yanhui's good eyesight. How could she not see a tongue in this painting? However, she also had only a vague understanding of this matter, so she nodded in understanding, "Yeah, it should be."
Zhang Yan replied, "Shall we try again?"
Jiang Chunmian: "Come here." She closed her eyes, then quietly opened them a little. Before she could see Zhang Yanhui's expression clearly, a shadow fell over her, and a voice that shocked her utterly awed her.
Zhang Yan replied, "Mianmian, open your mouth."
Jiang Chunmian felt she couldn't afford to be outdone. When Zhang Yanhui handed her something cool and cottony, she bit down hard, unleashing a powerful, unstoppable force that made Zhang Yanhui hiss twice. Zhang Yanhui pulled away slightly, feeling a little pained, but her eyes shone brightly, as if she were exploring a problem. She said in a serious, examining tone, "Don't use your teeth! Let me try again. Don't bite again."
Jiang Chunmian nodded twice.
They had originally planned to have a sumptuous celebratory meal at a restaurant at noon, but the two of them found it interesting. By the time they separated, lunch time was over and Jiang Chunmian's short sleeves were already soaked. Not to mention that Zhang Yanhui himself had healed, Jiang Chunmian's mouth was indeed red, with his tongue hidden inside, looking at him shyly and resentfully.
Zhang Yanhui held him still, still wanting more, but he knew he couldn't continue, otherwise Jiang Chunmian's mouth would be broken. He smiled and said, "Time has passed. It's too hot at noon, so it's better to be at home. Are you hungry? If not, let's take a nap."
Jiang Chunmian covered her mouth and shook her head: "I want to eat watermelon." She didn't want to take a nap! Although Zhang Yanhui's expression was normal and cold, she could see clearly that those dark eyes were full of eagerness to try!
Zhang Yanhui kissed her cheek gently, went to the kitchen, cut a watermelon in half, stuck a spoon in it, and handed it to Jiang Chunmian. Jiang Chunmian took the watermelon and hugged it, crossing her legs. Zhang Yanhui asked her what she wanted to watch, turned on the TV, and found a popular movie. After Jiang Chunmian took two bites, Zhang Yanhui naturally leaned over, opened his mouth and let out a cry, and the spoon of watermelon was handed to his mouth.
Jiang Chunmian took another bite, occasionally passing it to Zhang Yanhui's mouth. The summer heat melted away in the coolness of the watermelon.
On the eve of the start of school, the couple rented out their house in Tanhua Town and packed up their belongings to move into a new house near the university. Housing was affordable nearby, and Zhang Yan had chosen to rent it long-term. Although the university didn't allow students to stay off campus during their university years, he still wanted to have a place of his own.
The newly tidied room had a festive atmosphere. Jiang Chunmian lay on the brand new big bed, with Zhang Yanhui beside him. The two smiled at each other, and a new life began just like that!
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