Qin Feng scoffed, "You're only finding out now? They've been together for several months already."
Seeing that he knew the inside story, the man asked him curiously, "What, Fengzi, do you know the inside scoop?"
Everyone else stared at him, seemingly very curious. Qin Feng said smugly, "Of course, this kid learned calligraphy from the people in his village when he was young, and his handwriting is excellent. He just hasn't read many books, but every time he writes a letter, he asks Zhao Mingchu in his dormitory for advice. He writes whatever is considered cultured. At first, he wrote almost one letter a day. Who among you could keep that up?"
Everyone shook their heads. Qin Feng continued, "Not to mention he spent half a year's allowance just to buy a watch for the girl. Who among you would be willing to go that far?"
Everyone was convinced. Their families weren't well-off, and they even had to send part of their allowances back home!
"This kid comes from a rural area and isn't well-off, yet he's being too generous."
"They can't catch a wolf without risking their cub."
Qin Feng patted Jiang Weidong, who had been quiet the whole time, and asked, "Do you have any thoughts about that dance troupe?"
"Who was it? I don't remember." Jiang Weidong put the cigarettes back in his hand and prepared to wash up.
"I don't remember! The prettiest one, don't you even have any recollection of her?"
Jiang Weidong genuinely had no recollection of her. Hearing this, he gave a cryptic smile. "The prettiest? I doubt it." He had never seen a girl more beautiful than Lin Wangshu.
"Fine, you've seen the world, we can't compare to you!"
Jiang Weidong smiled but said nothing, and left with the washbasin.
"Wei Dong, I like you."
Jiang Weidong heard Lin Wangshu's voice. He dreamed about what happened that day. He felt his hand being placed on a soft waist and being rubbed uncontrollably.
Then he felt Lin Wangshu hum and snuggle into his arms, her eyes fixed on him, as if they were hooked.
Jiang Weidong couldn't help but hug her tightly, slowly lowering his head to kiss her rosy lips. When he felt that warm touch, his whole body trembled...
Jiang Weidong sat up abruptly, covered in a cold sweat. Then, as if sensing something, he stiffened and reached down to touch himself, before painfully slapping himself in the face.
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