Chapter 32 "I Don't Talk About Good Girls"
Responsible?
Meng Shiyi's mind went blank for a moment, her fingertips unconsciously tightened, and her voice was vague: "I am responsible for you...?"
She just touched He Xilou's body lightly.
How did it become indecent assault?
It's like she's a scumbag...
Meng Shiyi stood there at a loss.
The pink on the tip of her ear slowly spread out, standing out against her porcelain-white skin.
The black eyes are filled with shallow spring water, sparkling with crystal points, gentle and innocent.
He Xilou stared at her with his eyes downcast, a soft chuckle escaping from the depths of his throat.
The girl's eyelashes were thick and curled, and at this moment they were like the wings of a frightened butterfly, trembling slightly, and she didn't dare to look up at him.
It's quite cute.
"Tell me, how should we take responsibility?" He Xilou's eyes dimmed, and he suddenly felt like teasing her again.
The distance between the two is getting closer.
Meng Shiyi didn't know how to answer.
She felt dizzy, her brain was a tangled mess, and her whole body was covered in a pink mist.
Suddenly, there was a sound of unfamiliar footsteps coming from the end of the corridor.
He Xilou frowned slightly and kept his distance without making any noise.
Meng Shiyi quickly took the opportunity to sneak away.
She covered her chest, her ears growing hotter and hotter.
He Xilou, he is so charming.
Especially those ambiguous almond-shaped eyes, when they stared at her, they were as turbulent as the sea.
Meng Shiyi could even see her own reflection there.
It’s enough to make people’s hearts beat, fall, indulge, and feel short of breath...
For several nights in a row, Meng Shiyi dreamed of He Xilou's obsidian eyes.
In her dream, she returned to that stormy night in the cave, with lightning and thunder. She was trembling slightly all over, extremely scared.
At this moment, He Xilou suddenly appeared, pulled her into his arms, and wiped her tears while coaxing her:
"Be good, I'll accompany you, what are you afraid of?"
He still had that unruly and undisciplined look, but his eyes were now a little more gentle and doting.
The two of them were getting closer and closer, and Meng Shiyi was almost lying on him.
The atmosphere is ambiguous and charming, as if filled with pink bubbles, making people's hearts beat...
Meng Shiyi suddenly opened her eyes and woke up from her dream.
Her heart was beating fast as she climbed out of bed and saw a blush on her neck in the makeup mirror.
The climb that day was really intimate enough.
He Xilou not only rubbed her ankles and carried her up the mountain, but also held her in his arms and comforted her in the cave.
She really likes him more and more.
Meng Shiyi kept recalling the details, like a little hamster carefully picking candy from her memories, secretly savoring it when no one was watching. She even had an illusion in a trance:
It seems that He Xilou treats her a little differently?
Soon, Meng Shiyi patted her face and tried to stay awake.
Is she too narcissistic? That's He Xilou, how could he...
Meng Shiyi seemed to have suddenly left the fairy tale world, and after waking up, she had to face the cruel reality.
Xu Qingqing was scrolling through her phone as she said, "Oh, by the way, the school anniversary is coming up soon, and I'm planning on volunteering backstage. That'll count as four hours of volunteer time!"
Sheng Wan has a dance program. She is a dance major and has been rehearsing the program recently.
She asked, "Shiyi, did you also sign up for a program?"
"Well, it's a literary recitation, but there's also an election."
Meng Shiyi has been rehearsing for a long time and still has to go through the final round of PK.
Xu Qingqing exclaimed "Wow" and quickly poked her head out from behind the bed curtains:
"Oh my god, I'm so excited to see you on stage with makeup on. That makeup-free military training video alone got a million likes. If you dress up properly, won't you be a total hit?"
Meng Shiyi didn't really want to be famous. She shook her head and said, "As long as I can get the credits, that's fine."
She just wanted the extra credit for acting, nothing more.
The phone suddenly buzzed, and Cainiao Package sent a reminder.
The gift she bought for He Xilou arrived...
The school post office is not far from her dormitory, only a ten-minute walk away, and there are many people picking up express deliveries.
From a distance, I could hear a boy's collapse and roar: "Damn! Who is it? Who took my package? Ahhhh!"
Meng Shiyi bought He Xilou a fountain pen, which was mainly black, low-key and elegant, with a calm aura.
As a way of thanking him for taking care of her in the cave.
A few hundred yuan, the money she earned from her hard work in a part-time job, was not expensive to He Xilou.
Everyone says the He Xilou family is a wealthy family. Someone on the forum even dug up a story about how a casual T-shirt costs five figures...
Meng Shiyi opened the express box and just walked around the small path when she saw a familiar figure at the entrance of the supermarket.
It’s He Xilou.
Meng Shiyi was stunned for a moment. Before she could figure out how to say it, she subconsciously hid behind the wall.
He Xilou was standing with his back to her, with a slender figure and a boy standing next to him.
The boy casually opened a bottle of Coke and teased:
"West Building. That beautiful girl from the Journalism and Communications department next door has been trying to add you on WeChat. She's been pestering me for half a semester. Will you give her yours? You've been single for so long, when are you going to find someone new?"
Meng Shiyi stood behind the wall and could clearly hear the conversation between the two.
Her eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.
Sure enough, He Xilou is still so popular among girls and is always liked by beautiful girls.
He Xilou showed no emotion about this, without even raising his eyelids, and said lazily: "I don't feel like talking recently."
The boy laughed out loud: "Come on, people like you don't have the heart to fall in love?"
He continued, "By the way, I saw you carrying Meng Huaili's sister up the mountain when we were camping earlier."
He Xilou glanced at him and asked, "So?"
The boy half-jokingly said, "I've never seen you carry a girl on your back! What's the matter? Could it be that you have a crush on her?"
Separated by a wall.
Meng Shiyi stood there in a daze, and suddenly a panic surged in her heart.
There was no fluctuation on her face, but her fingertips silently clenched the small gift box of pens, and the string in her mind was taut.
Even with a bit of hope.
Then, He Xilou's deep, magnetic voice drifted into my ears, sounding particularly distant:
"You're overthinking it. I just treat her as my sister."
"I don't talk about good girls."
Almost instantly.
The taut string in Meng Shiyi's brain suddenly broke, and the whole person felt as if nailed to the spot.
The feeling of loss slowly spread to every corner of my body.
The heart seemed to have turned into a sponge, absorbing the sour and surging tide, heavy and blocking the chest, making it hard to breathe.
Meng Shiyi lowered her head, her eyes feeling a little sore.
In fact, on the day of camping, she was the only one who fell for all the so-called intimate behaviors, and everything was just her own fantasy.
The other party has always treated her as just a younger sister, and she has never been the type that He Xilou would like.
Meng Shiyi stood there for a long time, rubbing her eyes and constantly comforting herself:
Secret love shouldn't be expected to be reciprocated, she shouldn't be so greedy...
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