Xiang Hengxi drove to the Jing family's house and, as usual, climbed over the wall.
However, it was still early today, and the bedroom was dark and empty, but the aroma of food wafted from downstairs.
Xiang Hengxi lay down on Jing An'an's small bed, crossed her legs, and leaned against the pillow. By the moonlight, she carefully examined every item in the room. Apart from the two computers, her room was incredibly boring, not at all like her—so interesting and cute.
However, such a room does fit the aesthetic of soldiers; after looking at it for a while, it feels clean, tidy, and comfortable.
He casually picked up the calendar from her bedside table, and when he saw that she had circled the day of the third year of junior high school, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
Although she denied it verbally, her actions told a different story. She even drew a circle to mark the date, so as not to forget that it was the day they had agreed to meet each other's parents.
He smiled, put the calendar back, and when he heard a noise coming from the hallway outside, he immediately got up and hid behind the door.
As soon as Jing An'an opened the door and came in, she was hugged from behind.
She was numb with shock now. Knowing it was Xiang Hengxi, she raised her foot and stepped on his toes.
However, Xiang Hengxi was agile and dodged in an instant, then pulled her into his arms and rolled onto the bed.
Jing An'an opened her mouth to him, but Xiang Hengxi cleverly deflected the attack and stole a kiss from her lips.
"Are you addicted to breaking and entering windows?!" Jing An'an had already changed the window locks to prevent him from coming in, but he still managed to barge in like this.
"I'm addicted to you." Xiang Hengxi pressed down on Jing An'an and kissed her, then smacked his lips afterward: "Is there cola chicken wings for dinner?"
"Are you crazy?" Jing An'an wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She had just finished eating and hadn't even brushed her teeth when he kissed her like that.
"It smells wonderful, and it's not dirty." Xiang Hengxi hugged Jing An'an and sat up, then kissed her cheek again.
Jing An'an was rendered speechless by him, so she simply remained silent, intending to defeat him with silence.
She never expected that Xiang Hengxi, who usually joked around with her, would become so quiet at this moment.
The quietness made her feel a little uncomfortable.
After a long while, she couldn't help but glance to the side and saw that the man holding her behind her had a somewhat absent-minded expression, and seemed to be a little sad.
She had heard him mention a while ago that some unpleasant things had happened to people around him recently.
But she noticed that he seemed very resilient, as if he could remain calm even if the sky were to fall. Why did he suddenly show such an expression?
"Let go of me." Jing An'an struggled and broke free of his arm. She turned around and saw that he had already lain down, with one arm under the back of his head.
He exhaled softly and said quietly, "What do you think a person thinks about last when they commit suicide?"
Jing An'an looked at him, wondering why he asked that question. She simply gave her answer: "If it were me, I would only think about which method would be foolproof. If I failed to commit suicide, I would have to suffer through treatment and endure endless brainwashing."
Xiang Hengxi looked at her, pinched the tip of her nose, and thought, "What an unromantic woman."
Jing An'an slapped his hand away, got out of bed, walked to her desk, and turned on the two computers.
Looking at the intricate code on her computer, Xiang Hengxi knew she was about to switch into her workaholic mode again, ignoring everyone else. Her eyes had only just recovered a few days ago; this wasn't good.
So he got out of bed, walked to her desk, kicked her chair, and said, "I'm hungry."
"Go find your mom if you're hungry." Jing An'an saw that he had regained his energy and didn't have time to pay attention to him.
"Your milk is right here, why are you looking for my mom?" Xiang Hengxi retorted with a crude remark.
Jing An'an was practically fuming. She glared at him fiercely. Didn't this guy know the meaning of the word "reserved"?
"If you don't get me some food, I'll eat you up." Xiang Hengxi leaned down, lifted her chin, and raised his eyebrows.
In Jing An'an's eyes, that expression was incredibly irritating.
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