Sunlight fell on her face, making her eyes sparkle with a mischievous light, and the aroma on the breakfast table seemed to become even sweeter.
Gu Luo didn't pay any attention, preoccupied with her own thoughts, and went to wash the dishes.
The last drop of water dripped from the kitchen faucet, and the stainless steel sink reflected the warm glow of the chandelier.
Gu Luo put the dried dishes into the cupboard with mechanical movements and a wandering gaze. Those heavy memories and grudges from the past washed over his heart like a silent tide.
Gu Ximan nestled on the sofa, twirling a strawberry with water droplets between her fingers, oblivious to the juice staining her fingertips red.
"It's still early, let's play a little longer."
Gu Ximan's voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of languid sweetness.
She winked seductively, her slender fingers patting the sofa cushions beside her with a "thump, thump," the sound particularly clear in the suddenly quiet living room.
Upon hearing this, Gu Luo almost subconsciously raised his wrist to check the time on his phone; there were only fifteen minutes left before the two of them had to leave.
What can you do in fifteen minutes?
Not to mention, with something on my mind, I had no interest in it at all.
“I know you’re upset right now, and I’m upset too…” Gu Ximan leaned closer, bringing the sweet scent of strawberries with her. She stared at his raised eyebrows, a knowing yet sly smile playing on her lips: “…Then the old way, hmm?”
She had just teased Shen Qingling with her words, and the afterglow of her great victory made her eyes and brows shine. She was in high spirits at the moment.
As she spoke, she began to take off her clothes.
Seeing this unyielding stance, Gu Luo's Adam's apple bobbed, his chest filled with a thousand words, but in the end, they only turned into a nearly silent sigh.
He shook his head helplessly, a wry smile playing on his lips. In the end, he reached out and embraced her soft waist, pulling the warm, fruity "simple girl" into his arms with a little force.
The moment the girl fell into his arms, he didn't hesitate for a second, as if even a second of idle talk was a luxury.
She tilted her head back, her warm fingers cupping his cheeks, and her fruity lips pressed precisely against his, urgent yet brooking no refusal.
The sky outside the window brightened a little more during their lingering kiss, and the only sounds in the living room were their intertwined, slightly hurried breaths and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.
Forty minutes later.
Under the bright fluorescent lights of the classroom, the air was filled with the scent of youth.
Gu Luo sat in his seat, surrounded by several girls from his class. They were chattering away, but their voices seemed to be lower than usual.
At this moment, Shen Qingling pretended to bend down to pick up the fallen pen without making a sound, and took the opportunity to sniff it.
A very subtle yet incredibly familiar perfume scent drifted into her nostrils—it was Gu Ximan's favorite, with a cool floral-fruity base note.
The scent lingered not only on his neck and collar, but even... on the fabric of his trousers, where the same clear and unmistakable aroma was present.
The flavor is so fresh, it's clearly been recently dyed... In that short time, it was only about twenty minutes... and they actually... did it again?
This thunderbolt exploded in Shen Qingling's mind, once again turning all her thoughts into a tangled mess that was impossible to unravel.
A surge of emotion, a mixture of disbelief, absurdity, and a sharp, stinging pain, welled up within me.
Seriously... is the addiction that strong?
Shen Qingling could almost imagine the intensity and chaos that might have occurred on the sofa during that brief, compressed time, the rapid breathing, the intertwined figures... The images churned uncontrollably in her mind, causing her face to gradually lose its color.
Her body gradually stiffened, and the laughter and chatter of her classmates around her seemed to be muffled and distant, as if separated by a thick layer of glass. Only that damned, ubiquitous perfume scent, like a brand, was etched into her senses.
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The morning seemed to fly by, and before we knew it, it was lunchtime.
The sunlight outside the window gradually shifted from a warm, slanting gold to a blinding bright white, and then the school bell rang loudly in the corridor.
The classroom instantly erupted in noise.
Gu Luo closed the book, feeling somewhat puzzled.
He had noticed Shen Qingling's unusual behavior long ago; she was unusually silent and didn't even glance in his direction once, as if there was an invisible barrier between them.
I was thinking about whether I should ask if something had happened, since he was fine at his house this morning, how come he changed as soon as he got to school?
Then, Shen Qingling stood up from her seat and walked towards the classroom door on her own, her back straight, showing no intention of eating together at all.
Upon seeing this, not only Gu Luo, but most of the students in the class showed expressions of surprise.
What's wrong with Shen Qingling? She actually left on her own.
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