Chapter Thirty-Seven: Dialogue
Song Yun's unusual expression and behavior had already attracted the attention of many people who were secretly glancing in their direction.
“Let’s go outside and order takeout,” she said, her left hand holding the book clenching uncomfortably, while her right hand gripped his wrist through his hoodie, ready to pull him away.
Watching her leave, Song Yunxin panicked and instinctively pulled her wrist back. Jiang You, caught off guard, buried her face in his chest. The scent of pine wood in the snow rushed towards her, carrying a chill and tranquility, like withered branches in winter, decaying and lifeless.
"Oh~~" Cheers and jeers rose and fell around her. When had Jiang You, who was socially awkward, ever encountered such a situation? She felt all the blood rush to her head, and her face flushed red.
The girl hurriedly tried to get away from Song Yun, but her eyes met his clear and bright brown pupils.
A thought flashed through my mind: Even a withered tree will eventually bloom in spring.
If it weren't for that ordeal, Song Yun would have been a dazzling person, right? Perhaps Song Wenxi felt guilty not only because she had seen him so full of vigor and confidence, but also because she was unwilling to see him wither away and gradually lose his vitality.
"Jiang You, I like you so much, I really like you so much," Song Yun said, looking into her eyes. Her voice was soft, but she spoke very earnestly.
Jiang You felt a slight tickle in her heart. Perhaps the word "like" was too unfamiliar to her; every time she heard it, her heart would tremble.
But is this the time to talk about this? She didn't want to have a nickname like "Hug Sister" and Song Yun like "Hug Brother" for the next three years of university.
Amidst the jeers, she awkwardly covered her face, pulled the boy out of the cafeteria, and went to a secluded spot not far away.
She sat down on a stone stool and fanned her burning cheeks with her hand.
"I'm sorry," Song Yun said weakly, squatting down beside her and looking up at her.
"Huh?" Jiang You looked completely bewildered. What was he apologizing for?
He lowered his eyes, his long, feathery eyelashes fluttering slightly: "Xiaoxi once said that touching you without your permission is more serious than me not being able to be with you. I apologize for running into you this time, and for the two offenses I committed before."
He should have kept quiet about it, because the moment he brought it up, Jiang You remembered biting her lower lip, and his face burned even hotter.
Although she and Xia Yan had done everything they could, Xia Yan was Xia Yan and Song Yun was Song Yun. It was like exploring a map; she and Xia Yan had explored 100%, but she and Song Yun had only explored 30%.
Holding hands is 5%, hugging is 15%, kissing is 30%, many kisses are 60%, and 100% is...
No, no, the more I think about it, the more confused I get. She's done things she shouldn't have, yet she's still an innocent girl. She's still very embarrassed and ashamed to kiss another person.
"That's all in the past, let's not bring it up again."
Song Yun tilted her head: "What about that hug just now?"
"Oh, you didn't do it on purpose, it's okay."
Upon hearing this, Song Yun removed the black mask from her face, revealing a finely sculpted, androgynous face.
While Jiang You was still wondering, he suddenly stood up and moved closer, stopping just a fist's distance from her face, as if he could feel her breath.
He looked down into her eyes and asked, "May I kiss you?"
"Why?" The boy straightened up and looked at her with a wronged expression.
"Because I don't like you. Kissing is something that two people can only do if they like each other, you know?"
"You're lying. You were clearly stunned when you saw my face, then your breathing became slightly rapid, your chest heaved too quickly, and your face turned even redder. That means you were smitten."
"I treat everyone who is good-looking like this."
That's what liking someone means.
Huh? She couldn't argue with that little slap in the face. Jiang You said helplessly, "I treat your sister the same way. Does that mean I like her?"
“She doesn’t like women, you have no hope,” Song Yun blinked her beautiful eyes and said very honestly.
In his heart, he didn't care whether Jiang You liked a few or dozens of girls; what he cared about was whether he was among those dozens.
Thinking of this, her clear, brown pupils seemed to be dyed like the water of a peach blossom pool, and a shy, bashful blush crept up her fair cheeks and the roots of her ears.
Judging from Jiang You's reaction just now, he is involved.
Is that the point? Jiang Youren is numb. There are many kinds of liking: some like family members, some like friends, some like anime characters, some like pets... There are so many kinds. Given Song Yun's mental state, how can he understand which kind of liking she has?
She thought this and asked, "Leaving me aside, do you understand what kind of feelings you have for me?"
Song Yun looked at her strangely and said in a very soft voice, "I've just suffered psychological trauma, I'm not stupid, of course I know."
He approached her step by step, and the height difference, even though he exuded a harmless aura, still made Jiang You's heart tighten with a sense of oppression.
"You can lie about anything, but your body won't lie. The moment I saw you, my body reacted. I know perfectly well that I like you as a man likes a woman. So, may I kiss you?"
Why does someone with such a harmless and innocent face speak in such a lewd manner?
Could it be that Song Yun really likes her? Jiang You's mind was in complete turmoil; even she, who was slow to react, sensed that something was wrong.
How many is this? And they're all handsome and rich.
Xia Yan, Song Yun, and Lu Shi'an are yet to be determined. She, who loves reading novels, suddenly had a burst of inspiration:
Is this a game for the rich, like seeing who can win the heart of a commoner girl?
Or perhaps she was adopted by her parents, and her true identity is the lost daughter of a billionaire who has died, leaving only his biological daughter to inherit his estate. So these young men find her and try to woo her.
Or is this the Truman Show, and she is the protagonist?
As the cool, tranquil scent of pine wafted over, Jiang You snapped out of her reverie and saw Song Yun already standing before her. His skin, untouched by the sun for a long time, had an almost translucent sheen, like that of a child from a snow-capped mountain.
Her pure eyes pleaded, "May I?"
No matter how wildly imaginative you are, the salaries of 190,000 and 20,000 on your phone are real.
Moreover, she has absolute control over this matter, so why should she discuss these things with Song Yun?
She shook her head: "No, if you dare to kiss me, I'll have your sister take you back."
Song Yun's eyebrows drooped, and the disappointment and grievance in his eyes were hard to ignore, but he obediently did not take a step forward.
Jiang You breathed a sigh of relief; at least Song Yunru, as Song Wenxi had said, wouldn't kiss her so easily anymore.
Song Yun's situation was probably a coincidence, Xia Yan was an outlier, and as for Lu Shi'an, it's hard to say, but he probably didn't like her.
Life isn't a novel; ordinariness is the norm. Even if it's just a game played by the rich, as long as they don't cheat her out of money or take her organs, everything is fine.
The important thing now is that Song Yun treats her differently from others, so Song Wenxi asked her to talk to Song Yun more, play with him, and prevent him from immersing himself in his own world.
Jiangyou has a principle in doing things: either don't agree, or if you agree, do it well. Don't agree reluctantly and then fail to do it, which will only make both sides angry and unhappy.
Since he had promised Song Wenxi, and she hadn't made any sudden advances towards kissing him, he naturally had to do his job well.
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