It was nearly eleven o'clock when Lu Zhe pushed open Xue Xiaodie's bedroom door and saw this scene.
The girl sat on the windowsill, her left side facing the doorway and her right side facing the bed frame. Her fair and slender legs were perfectly proportioned, the right leg relaxed and straight, the left knee slightly bent. In the soft light streaming in from the window, her figure exuded a delicate beauty tinged with a hint of astringency.
She was wearing a loose T-shirt, the hem of which covered her upper thighs, so visually it looked like she wasn't wearing pants—of course, Lu Zhe knew she was wearing pajamas and shorts. Everything else was as loose and comfortable as possible.
Wearing pajamas meant she was getting ready for bed. Therefore, Xue Xiaodie didn't wear her glasses or braid her hair. Her long hair was simply loose, strands flowing from her shoulders to her thighs.
Because she wasn't wearing her glasses, her vision was somewhat blurry. In Lu Zhe's view, she appeared more lost and bewildered.
Lu Zhe closed the bedroom door behind him, silently walked to the windowsill, moved the clutter near the girl's toes, and sat down sideways. Now he was sitting facing Xue Xiaodie.
Xue Xiaodie asked softly, "Is Xiaocaitang asleep?"
Lu Zhe nodded: "Yes, I saw her sleeping just now. And I waited a little longer to make sure she was sleeping soundly before I came over."
Xue Xiaodie: "She's sleeping very soundly, is it because you've exhausted her?"
Lu Zhe: "..."
As expected, Xue Xiaodie had guessed what had just happened. Moreover, Lu Zhe also found that the words he had prepared earlier now seemed particularly weak and difficult to say.
Xue Xiaodie raised her right hand, paused for two seconds, then lowered it and placed it on her thigh.
Lu Zhe glanced down and said in a low voice, "It's too cold on the windowsill. You'll easily catch a cold like this."
Xue Xiaodie: "It's alright, it's not winter yet, so it's not that cold."
Lu Zhe: "But you're wearing too little. You should at least wear another pair of pants."
Xue Xiaodie shook her head, hesitating to speak. She seemed to have thought of something, but the words circled on her lips before she swallowed them back.
The girl suddenly smiled and said, "But you like watching this, right?"
What boy wouldn't like legs like those, so slender and straight? But Lu Zhe's liking goes beyond that.
He gazed at the girl in front of him and said earnestly, "Of course I like you, because I like you."
Before she could finish speaking, Xue Xiaodie was taken aback.
At this moment, Lu Zhe's expression, eyes, and tone were all extremely serious, without the slightest hint of joking or hesitation. But the more serious he was, the more absurd it seemed.
Just an hour ago, he was lying in bed with another girl.
Xue Xiaodie retorted, "Is this considered a confession?"
Lu Zhe nodded solemnly.
Xue Xiaodie laughed twice, but then she couldn't laugh anymore.
From the moment she was reborn a few dozen days ago, she had imagined this scene countless times. And now, it had come true, but her feelings were incredibly complex; she just wanted to cry.
Two clear tears slid down the girl's cheeks.
Lu Zhe leaned forward and reached out to wipe her, but she dodged him—this gave Lu Zhe a very bad feeling.
Could it be that my confession was rejected?
That shouldn't be happening!
Xue Xiaodie's behavior these past few days has clearly acknowledged the existence of this chaotic situation, even openly offering to help. Having come this far, how could she possibly fail?
Xue Xiaodie sighed softly, "At least consider my feelings... You just came back from a hotel with another girl and then confessed to me. And then what? Do you expect me to agree to be your mistress?"
Lu Zhe swallowed hard, and nodded with a heart full of trepidation.
Xue Xiaodie gazed at him quietly.
Lu Zhe took a deep breath, but didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent, while trying his best to make his expression look as sincere as possible.
Moreover, he was indeed quite sincere at that moment.
Xue Xiaodie suddenly said in a low voice, "Actually, I've been thinking about this a lot these past few days, about what happened between you and me, and about what happened between you and them. I've been wondering if I've been too lenient with you. Especially tonight, right now, I'm wondering if it's because I've been too lenient and easy to talk to that you can bully me with impunity."
Lu Zhe: "I didn't..."
Xue Xiaodie shook her head slightly. Her shaking was very gentle, but it immediately silenced Lu Zhe.
The girl continued, "Let's put ourselves in each other's shoes. Really, if you were me, knowing that the person you like most just went out to a hotel with another person of the opposite sex, and then came back to confess their feelings to you, how would you feel?"
Lu Zhe had already realized that he had really acted too hastily tonight.
If you had chosen a different time to confess, and instead minimized the presence of other girls on that day, focusing your time and energy on Xue Xiaodie before confessing, the success rate would have been much higher. It would have been much better than tonight's hasty and hasty approach.
But he couldn't help himself—it was because when he was in bed with Tang Qi, he thought of Xue Xiaodie, which made him realize that no matter what, he absolutely could not lose this overly sensible girl.
Of course, he also found himself unable to let go of the other two girls. This left him feeling trapped in a fog, unsure of what to do.
Xue Xiaodie extended her index finger and pressed it against her own lips. After two seconds, she held that slender, white finger up to Lu Zhe's face and touched the center of his lips.
The girl solemnly said, "One minute before 11 p.m. on September 4, 2021, you and I were together. Because of you, I will remember that minute. From now on, we are lovers for one minute. This is a fact that you cannot deny, because it has already passed."
Lu Zhe stared blankly at her.
Xue Xiaodie smiled, a slight upturn at the corners of her lips. But though she was smiling, tears were streaming down her face.
The girl wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and smiled, "Alright, that's enough for tonight. You can go now."
Lu Zhe asked in a trembling voice, "You... only had that one minute?"
Xue Xiaodie nodded.
Lu Zhe: "And now? Now we're still..."
“No,” Xue Xiaodie interrupted, “now, and in the future, it is not, and it will never be again.”
Lu Zhe stared at her, looking lost and bewildered.
A few seconds later, he half-turned around, ready to leave. What he would do after leaving, he had no idea. After all, before tonight, he had never considered the possibility of his confession being rejected.
He was completely stunned.
However, just as his bottom left the windowsill, the hem of his clothes was grabbed from behind and pulled back down to his seat.
Lu Zhe subconsciously turned his head to look over.
Xue Xiaodie clutched his clothes with her right hand and covered half of her face below her nose with her left, but she couldn't hide the tears streaming down her face.
The girl sobbed, "I really wanted to say something cool like I did just now and tell you to get lost... but I can't!"
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