【The Witch's Dragon Slayer Chronicle】(Part 2: High School Arc) (Chapter 23: Confession)

Part Two, High School Chapter Twenty-Three: Confession 　　"
Phew! I'm so tired, my eyes are sore!" Su Wanting stretched and squinted
.
"Okay, let's rest for five minutes." His voice slightly hoarse, Yuan Xiaosong smiled at her adorable
appearance, picked up his drink from the desk, and gulped it down.
"Teacher Yuan, you've worked so hard! Let me get you some more water!" Su Wanting said playfully
, taking the empty glass from the boy, refilling it, then seemingly remembering something,
"Oh right! Look at my memory! There's ice in the fridge, I'll go get you some!"
"Oh, no need! It's alright..." Before Yuan Xiaosong could finish speaking, the girl had already strode lightly
out of the room and headed straight for the living room.
"Sigh..." After the angel's figure disappeared, the smile on the boy's face quickly vanished, replaced
by a deep
sense of loss and pain... He still couldn't bring himself to ask for a shift change...
Yuan Xiaosong stood up and slowly walked to the window.
The fierce wind, carrying torrential rain, tirelessly searched for any opening to enter the room, but was repeatedly
blocked by the sturdy window. Finally, it could only angrily slam large raindrops against the glass,
splashing up bursts of water.
Looking out the window, the darkness had transformed into a vast sea…
The trees lining the road seemed to be dancing in unison, and the pedestrians beneath were far less fortunate: the raging wind
and rain mercilessly tore away their fragile umbrellas, drenching their swaying bodies from all sides;
cyclists were equally unable to move, only cars frantically whirring their windshield wipers
frantically fleeing the flooded landscape…
Such heavy rain…
and it showed no sign of stopping…
Damn it, I was so focused on changing shifts that I forgot my umbrella…
Looks like I'll have to borrow one from her later…
“What’s wrong?” Su Wanting, returning with ice, noticed the boy standing blankly by the window and was a little
surprised.
“Oh, nothing… um… next semester, I, I…” Yuan Xiaosong sat back down, took
the drink but didn’t drink it, just lowered his head and bit his lip.
Sitting gently beside him, Su Wanting didn’t speak, but simply gazed at him quietly.
"Next semester, we'll be in our second year of high school..." After holding back for a while, Yuan Xiaosong said something pointless.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" The angel looked at his serious expression with a puzzled expression. "Is there anything wrong with being in the second year of high school
?"
"Back then..." Yuan Xiaosong clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say about changing
classes. The words that came out were: "The workload will be even heavier then..."
"Oh." Su Wanting responded, lowering her head and saying somewhat embarrassedly, "I know I'm not
a very good student. Don't worry, I'll work harder, as long as you can still tutor me like this..."
"Huh? Oh, look what you're thinking! Of course I'll help you!" The boy knew she had misunderstood him
. "Okay, let's not talk about that now. Let's continue. We just reviewed physics, and now I'll explain
your weakest subject, math..."
"Um, how about we rest a little longer? I think you seem a bit tired."
"I'm fine." Yuan Xiaosong looked up at the wall clock, then at the dark sky outside the window,
and said, "We need to hurry, otherwise we won't be able to finish before dinner."
"It's okay if you can't finish, you can finish it after dinner."
"Oh, no, I have to go back in a bit. But don't worry, I can come back tomorrow
..."
"Huh!?" Upon hearing this, Su Wanting's eyes widened in surprise. She turned to look out the window, then
turned back to stare at Yuan Xiaosong in astonishment for a long while before saying, "Are you crazy? It's raining so hard, you'll get soaked
!"
"I..." Yuan Xiaosong was about to speak when, as if warning him, a
bright white lightning bolt streaked across the sky, tearing through the dark clouds; a few seconds later, it was as if hundreds of tons of TNT were simultaneously ignited
—a deafening "crackling" thunderclap shook all the windows of Su Wanting's house, making
both of them tingle and their ears ache...
"Alright." After the thunder subsided, the boy, somewhat shaken, looked at the even more violent downpour and
said helplessly, "Since even God wants me to give you more lessons, then I'll bother you a little longer..."
"Really!?" Overjoyed, Su Wanting's beautiful face lit up with delight.
"That's wonderful! You must try my cooking later!"
"Huh!?" Yuan Xiaosong was taken aback. "Didn't you order takeout?"
"Of course not! Who would deliver takeout in this weather... Wait! Don't you... believe I can
cook!?"
Yuan Xiaosong silently scrutinized her with a suspicious look for a moment, then nodded slightly in a provocative manner.
"You!!!" Su Wanting raised her small pink fist and punched the boy's shoulder. Although she tried to feign anger
, she couldn't hide her inner joy. After a few punches and seeing that it had no effect, she switched to
tickling the boy's ribs.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha!" Caught off guard, Yuan Xiaosong laughed as he
backed away, begging for mercy. "I'm sorry! I was just joking! Hahahaha! I believe you now,
please stop, hahahahahahahaha!"
The ticklish boy pleaded repeatedly, but Su Wanting showed no mercy—the continuous overcast skies,
the pressure of final exams, and the loneliness of living alone made it difficult for the girl, who had finally found an outlet for her emotions, to give up easily; on the other hand
, she was also amused by the boy's comically pained expression, and her tickling became heavier than gentle.
The two escalated their antics, and Yuan Xiaosong dodged the girl's pursuit throughout her room, finally being cornered
at the bedside. Sensing danger, he quickly slammed on the brakes, but Su Wanting behind him hadn't stopped in time.
They both gasped simultaneously, their bodies overlapping as they collapsed onto the single bed…
The sheets emitted a uniquely feminine fragrance. Panting, Yuan Xiaosong felt
the delicate hand that had been attacking his waist suddenly withdraw. Turning his head, he saw himself sprawled on the bed, Su Wanting in
the same position on top of him…
His back was firmly pressed against a pair of firm, elastic breasts; his buttocks were gently enveloped by warm hips;
the sensitive skin between his legs rubbed against each other, sending waves of electric-like pleasure through him…
The entire room fell silent. They remained in an extremely ambiguous position, gazing at each other…
After a few seconds, Su Wanting, her face flushed, slowly withdrew from the equally flushed boy.
They straightened their clothes, sat back down silently, and simultaneously lowered their heads.
"Um..." After a while, Yuan Xiaosong, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake,
spoke first, embarrassed. "I'll cook for you later..."
"This, this won't do..." Su Wanting's voice was barely audible. "You're a guest... and you've already
helped me so much..."
"It's nothing, really. Besides, I'm very confident in my cooking skills."
"Okay then."
After reviewing their lessons for a while, the awkward atmosphere in the bedroom slowly dissipated. As the clock
struck six, the two, starving, decided to temporarily abandon their annoying books and solve the dinner problem first.
In the spacious and clean kitchen, Yuan Xiaosong and Su Wanting stood side by side. Wearing aprons, one chopped vegetables,
the other rinsed rice; one cooked, the other assisted... Neither said much, but they understood
each other's intentions with just their eyes.
As Yuan Xiaosong watched the angel, like a dutiful young wife, tacitly hand him various ingredients while giving him
a gentle smile, he suddenly felt that the two of them didn't seem like high school students gathering for weekend tutoring, but rather
a married couple who had known each other intimately for several years…
Staring longingly at the beautiful face of the woman he had been longing for, the boy suddenly remembered another important purpose of his trip
; instantly, like a deflated balloon, he painfully turned his head away, refusing to look at her.
Meanwhile, the angel, feeling the boy's infatuated gaze, gradually blushed on her delicate face. Suddenly,
she saw a heart-wrenching sorrow flash in Yuan Xiaosong's eyes before he looked away.
The girl was startled and was about to ask a question when she heard the boy shout as if waking from a dream:
"Oh no! It's burnt!"
…
Twenty minutes later, in the neat and elegant dining room, Yuan Xiaosong and Su Wanting sat facing each other.
Outside, the wind and rain continued to rage. The extremely harsh weather only made the interior feel incredibly warm and cozy.
Although the two tried their best to maintain natural expressions and normal tones while eating and chatting, they
could both sense an undeniable awkwardness and restraint in the air.
"Xiaosong, is there something you want to tell me?" Suddenly, Su Wanting put down her chopsticks and
stared intently at Yuan Xiaosong.
"..." Yuan Xiaosong stopped chewing, glanced at her, lowered his head in silence for a few seconds,
swallowed the food in his mouth, took a deep breath, and looked up at her solemnly. "Yes. To be honest, there is
something I've been wanting to tell you these past few days, but I haven't been able to bring myself to say it."
"..." The beautiful girl seemed to sense something, her delicate body trembling slightly.
The boy paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "Next semester, I'm being transferred to another class."
"What!?" The angel's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. "Why!?"
"Because...because my grades are better, so the teacher decided to transfer me to Class One."
Yuan Xiaosong, who had never been good at lying, lowered his head in shame as he spoke, avoiding her gaze. "But
don't worry, I'll still tutor you like before. We'll still be good friends..."
"..." Su Wanting's red lips parted slightly, staring at him for a long time. For a moment, neither of them spoke
, nor touched their chopsticks. Only the second hand of the clock ticked quietly in the dining room.
"Hehe~ Since it's the teacher's decision, there's nothing we can do about it." After a short while, Su Wanting
unexpectedly smiled with relief. "However, since those who excel in their studies can enter Class One, if
my grades improve, can I go too?"
"I think so."
"That's great!" The angel waved her small, white fist, making a determined expression, and said, "Next semester
, I'll definitely be like you, getting first place in the whole grade—and then, I'll go to Class One."
Then, she asked with a smile, "Tell me, would you like to go to Class One to find you?"
"I, of course I would!" "
Then, Teacher Yuan," Su Wanting's tone was firm yet slightly coquettish, "you'll have to tutor me well later
..."
"...Yes..." Yuan Xiaosong gazed at her unparalleled beauty, suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine...
She didn't seem sad at all knowing I was leaving...
No, something's not right...
Although she tried to appear relaxed, her eyes just now...
I felt something was off...
But I couldn't quite put my finger on it...
But no matter what, I couldn't forgive myself...
I couldn't forgive myself for not protecting her;
I couldn't forgive myself for leaving her;
I couldn't forgive myself for sleeping with so many women behind her back;
I couldn't forgive myself for not having the courage to tell her the truth;
I couldn't forgive myself for deceiving her in the end...
...
I'm such a hopeless bastard...
Since that's the case, as compensation, I'll stay at her house a little longer and catch up on her studies...
Anyway, I'm no longer qualified to like her, let alone be her boyfriend...
I definitely have to leave tonight...
Staying a little longer won't cause any problems...
...
Three hours later...
The clock in the room had struck nine times in a row, but Yuan Xiaosong was surprised to find that Su Wanting's face
showed no signs of drowsiness or fatigue. On the contrary, the girl seemed to be getting more and more energetic, constantly
pestering him with questions, not giving him any time to rest, as if she were going to study all night.
"Um..." The boy looked at the angel's bright and beautiful eyes and asked in confusion, "Wanting,
aren't you sleepy at all?"
"Me? Not sleepy! I slept until almost noon today." Su Wanting said with a relaxed expression.
"..." Yuan Xiaosong was speechless. He looked up at the window: the sky was pitch black,
no different from during the day; occasionally, a streak of lightning, like a giant blade, flashed across the sky, illuminating
the trees ravaged by the wind along the roadside; the streets were deserted, and rows of streetlights pitifully endured the wind and rain,
the rain curtain beneath their lights so dense it looked as if the streetlights were collectively taking a shower…
This heavy rain, contrary to his expectations—that it would lessen by nightfall—was actually getting heavier
…
The boy swallowed hard, turned to Su Wanting, and said, “Uh… well, I think… I
should go. I don’t have an umbrella, could you lend me one?”
“Huh!?” The girl was taken aback, then said softly, “But, it’s raining so
hard outside, and the wind is so strong, and it’s so late, I feel really bad about it. Besides, I’d like you to get me some more
…”
"It's okay, I can come again tomorrow."
Su Wanting lowered her head, her hands folded over her stomach, gently rubbing the fabric of her sundress.
After a few seconds of silence, she blushed and whispered, "Um, actually... you, you can stay at my house too..."
The girl's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.
"What?" Yuan Xiaosong was also taken aback.
"You tutored me so much today, you've already worked so hard. Just thinking about how you have to brave the heavy
rain to go home so late... Besides, there's no one else at my house, and there are empty rooms..."
"But I'm a boy, how can I stay here..."
"It's alright. It's not like we're sleeping in the same room..."
"I still feel..."
"Why do I feel like you're scared?" Su Wanting frowned slightly, puzzled, and said, "
What are you scared of!? I'm not going to eat you..."
These words hit Yuan Xiaosong's heart like a sniper's bullet—Guan Yuexin's family
's earnest advice and warnings had made him feel neurotic, always thinking she had some ulterior motive. But now,
thinking back: no one can predict or control the weather outside; someone offered me a place to stay out of kindness,
and I became suspicious and made wild guesses—it was really ridiculous!
Yeah, what's wrong with me?! How could I have such a laughable thought?!
I'm a guy, and she's just an ordinary girl, what, could she possibly do to me?!
Besides, her suggestion was perfectly reasonable—after all, it was raining so hard, and it was so late
…
I don't know others, but don't I know what kind of girl she is?!
I'm so awful! How could I treat a friend's kindness like that! It's like she wanted to harm me!
It's all Guan Yuexin and the others' fault! Judging others by their own petty standards!
"But... I'm still a little nervous..."
"Don't misunderstand, I'm not worried about anything else, I just feel a bit embarrassed. And... I
didn't prepare any toiletries or anything..."
"I have some at home. Grandpa and Grandma bought some when they came to stay last time, and there's still some left over." Su Wanting
said excitedly, then suddenly added as if she remembered something, "The room too, you can sleep at their
place later, it's fine."
"Oh. Then..."
"Okay, okay, don't be so fussy." The angel's tone trembled slightly with excitement, "
We can catch up on the rest of our homework tomorrow, let's both get some rest tonight. Come on, I'll take you to the bathroom, take a shower first
..."
What!?
She's taking me to the bathroom...
to take a shower...
Before the boy could figure out the true meaning of this ambiguous sentence, his arm tightened, and she
pulled him up without giving him a chance to explain, pushing and dragging him towards the bathroom.
"Wan Ting, don't pull my clothes so hard, this is the only set I have..." The two walked through a narrow
corridor. Just as Yuan Xiaosong was still feeling his heart flutter from the girl's extremely ambiguous words, several
unfamiliar rooms with their doors wide open suddenly appeared before him.
The boy's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the furnishings of the rooms. In the spacious room on the left, there were
several cushions, a large sandbag hanging in the center, and neatly arranged gleaming
swords, spears, and halberds against the wall...
"That's where my father trains," Su Wan Ting explained calmly, unconcerned by his surprised look.
"He's a soldier, and he's loved martial arts since he was a child."
"Oh, and this way...?" Yuan Xiaosong looked towards the room on the right. But this time, before the girl could speak,
he already knew the answer.
The towering bookshelves against the wall were filled with books of various colors and thicknesses. In the center of the room
stood an extra-large mahogany desk, upon which were placed the Four Treasures of the Study (brush, ink, paper, and inkstone) and various stationery and tea sets. Below it, three
elegant mahogany chairs were folded down.
"This is, of course, the study, where I usually do my homework," Su Wanting said apologetically. "
Sigh, it's all my fault—you've been so busy tutoring me since you arrived that I haven't even given you a proper tour of
my house..."
Yuan Xiaosong stared blankly at the grand and refined study before him, feeling that something was amiss.
"Xiaosong? What's wrong? Why are you spacing out...?"
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. So this middle room must be the bathroom." The boy said, suddenly realizing something
was off:
if there was a study, why did she want him to tutor her in the bedroom...?
But before he could delve deeper into the question, Su Wanting had already pulled him into the bathroom.
Su Wanting's bathroom was divided into two sections, an outer one with a washing machine and a large basket, and an inner one that doubled as a toilet
and shower.
"Just put your clothes in this basket." The girl said, opening the sliding door to the inner bathroom and
patiently pointing to the knob below the showerhead, "Turning this adjusts the water temperature. The red one on the left is hot water, and
the blue one on the right is cold water. The towel is here, and the shampoo and soap are here..."
"Okay, I understand. Then you..."
"You go first, I'll wait for you to finish before I shower..." Su Wanting said, blushing as she backed out, carefully
closing the door from the outside.
Yuan Xiaosong stood awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom, filled with the scent of a young girl. As the girl's footsteps faded
into the distance, all sound suddenly disappeared.
The excessive silence made him clearly hear his own heart pounding.
Where did Wan Ting go...?
Why is it so quiet all of a sudden...? It's
too quiet...
Could there be any hidden cameras here...?
Stop, stop, stop! What am I thinking!
What kind of person am I imagining Wan Ting to be?!
It's just staying at a classmate's house for one night, it's just taking a shower!
What's the big deal!
Anyway, let me take off my clothes first...
But why am I so nervous for no reason...?
Yuan Xiaosong trembled as he took off all his clothes, one by one, and put them into the large basket in the outer room. He then changed into slippers and entered
the clean but unfamiliar shower room, turning on the tap.
Whoosh!
The perfectly warm water poured over him, the loud sound mingling with the torrential rain outside, accompanied by occasional
thunderclaps filling his ears.
The boy closed his eyes, recalling scene after scene from this day and this year…
As he thought, he suddenly realized that what he cared about most now wasn't that the pornographic videotape was still in Zhang Qingqing's hands;
not the serious infighting in the dance team; not the true identity of Guan Yuexin's family; not that he had been deceived for
three whole years; not the beastly gazes of the girls in school; not even that he was about to leave his beloved deskmate
… but…
why didn't she show even
the slightest bit of sadness when she heard that I was leaving Class 3 and leaving her…
Did she not like me at all…
Was I just an ordinary deskmate and friend in her heart…
Was she nice to me before only because I was a good student and she could tutor me for free…?
Yuan Xiaosong felt waves of heart-wrenching pain, but then he comforted himself:
But it's okay…
Like I said before, I was never qualified to be her boyfriend…
The boy looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, touching the pendant on his chest and thinking self-deprecatingly:
Look at yourself now…
Stop daydreaming…
Do you think you're worthy of being her boyfriend?
You're just a poor kid, and besides, you've slept with so many women...
I'm afraid that starting next semester, the only thing that will stay with you is this talisman full of memories
...
Yuan Xiaosong grinned at himself in the mirror, belittling himself for a while before painfully turning his head away.
He had no desire to enjoy the comfortable hot bath anymore. After a quick rinse, he dried himself and walked out of the bathroom...
Huh!! ? ?
Staring at the large basket in front of him, the boy froze.
My... where are my clothes?! ?
The large basket contained nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms he had never seen before.
His heart pounded wildly. Yuan Xiaosong suppressed the waves of dizziness and called out in a hoarse voice:
"Wan... Wanting... cough cough... Wanting!? Wanting!!??"
A few seconds later, familiar footsteps came from outside the bathroom door: "What's wrong, Xiaosong? I'm here."
The bathroom doorknob began to turn.
"Wait a minute!!!" The naked boy was terrified. He rushed to the door,
grabbed the handle from the inside, and blocked the doorway with his body, shouting, "Don't come in! Where are my clothes?!"
"Oh, this... I've already washed all your clothes..."
"What?!" Yuan Xiaosong, caught completely off guard, felt his body go weak. The thought that an angel had just been outside
the door, separated from him by only a sliding door, and had washed his clothes—including his underwear—made
him feel dizzy again...
"See those shorts? They belong to my dad. You two are about the same height, you can change into them first." "
...Okay..." The boy swallowed hard and rushed over to put on the pajama bottoms as fast as he could
.
"...May I come in?"
"Yes."
The door slowly opened, and Su Wanting walked in with a shy expression. "I'm sorry, I
called you and knocked on the door earlier but you didn't answer, so I took the liberty of washing all your clothes... But don't worry,
they'll definitely be dry by tomorrow night..."
"Please don't say that. I'm so grateful to you, how could I blame you... Actually, I
'm the one who feels really bad today... Staying at your house has already caused you a lot of trouble..."
Yuan Xiaosong, finally regaining his composure, hurriedly said polite words, but inadvertently noticed that Su Wanting's eyes were not only a little red,
but also noticeably swollen compared to before...
"Wanting...!? You..."
"That's good..." The girl lowered her head, avoiding his surprised gaze, "Um, I'll take you to your..."
"Let's go to the room. You've worked so hard today, you need to rest early. We have tutoring tomorrow..."
With that, she turned and walked out of the bathroom.
The boy's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say anything, so he just said "Oh" and followed behind.
The two of them went to the bedroom that had been prepared for his grandparents. Yuan Xiaosong saw that
apart from a double bed and some simple furniture, there was nothing special about the bedroom. The bedding on the bed was brand new
, obviously prepared by Su Wanting while he was taking a shower.
"Xiaosong, go to bed early tonight." Su Wanting's eyelids were lowered, and her voice revealed a trace of
sadness that was hard to hide. "I'm going to take a shower first. You can call me anytime if you need anything. Goodnight."
"Goodnight..."
Large raindrops pounded against the window like waves, making a loud, popping sound. Yuan Xiaosong slowly
collapsed onto the bed, his heart pounding like a storm:
She... for me...
God, am I dreaming...
I wonder who will be so lucky to marry her in the future...
If only I could...
No, no...
Didn't we just agree not to think about these things anymore...?
Forget it, stop thinking about these useless things, go to sleep...
In the pitch black, Yuan Xiaosong tried to calm himself down, but it was no use:
Does she even like me...?
If she has no feelings for me at all, why did she wash my clothes...?
And her eyes were so red and swollen just now, could it be...?
But if she likes me, why was she so calm just now...?
The boy, already wide awake from waking up late, was filled with worries and couldn't fall asleep!
He tossed and turned on the large double bed under a thin blanket, and an hour passed without him realizing it...
"Xiaosong...?
"
A familiar voice, tinged with shyness, nervousness, and trembling, drifted in from outside the door,
startling Yuan Xiaosong, who had assumed Su Wanting was already in her bedroom. "
Did I hear wrong?
Was that Wanting calling me?"
"Xiaosong? Are you asleep?" This time, the voice from outside was louder and clearer.
Yuan Xiaosong sat up abruptly, stammering, "I...I'm not asleep yet. Is something wrong?"
"Um, may I come in?"
"Hmm..."
The bedroom door slowly opened. In the darkness, the boy couldn't see the angel's approaching figure, but he could
clearly smell her unique fragrance growing stronger.
The scent gradually enveloped Yuan Xiaosong...
Su Wanting didn't turn on the light, but instead groped her way to the bedside, standing by the bed.
The room was both silent and noisy.
Their soft, labored breathing blended with the distant rumble of thunder and rain outside the window, barely audible…
The boy felt as if the angel's body before him was an untouchable wisp of smoke, sometimes very close,
sometimes very far. He couldn't see her expression, nor her clothes, only vaguely sensing that her two
slender arms were crossed in front of her, as if she were holding something…
At that moment, a blinding flash of lightning streaked across the window. Even through the thick curtains, Yuan Xiaosong could still vaguely
see that she seemed to have changed into a thinner camisole nightgown, clutching a pillow tightly to her chest.
After a long while, the angel spoke softly, “Xiaosong… I… I’m a little scared…”
“…” The boy didn't know what to say, yet felt he should say something at a time like this.
He glanced towards the window, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
"Um...can I stay here with you for a while...?"
"Of course...you can."
Just as Yuan Xiaosong finished speaking, he heard a sound of something being placed near the head of the bed in the darkness...
At that moment, another flash of lightning appeared outside the window.
In that brief moment of light, he saw that there was another pillow next to his own...
The boy's heart skipped a beat. As he blankly recalled everything he had just seen and wondered
if he was dreaming, he heard a few rustling sounds very close to him.
Then, the bed sank slightly...
This time, without the flash of lightning creating light, Yuan Xiaosong already understood what had just happened on the bed.
"Wan...Ting..."
"Xiaosong, can you lie down...like we did last time in the park..."
"...Okay." The boy slowly lay down, quietly moving a little further away from the angel's body.
Neither of them spoke. Yuan Xiaosong turned to look at Su Wanting—though he couldn't see her clearly—and
could clearly feel her heavy breathing brushing against his arm.
A little while later…
“Xiaosong…do you hate me…” Completely different from her cheerful demeanor during the day—Su
Wanting's voice was now filled with loss and sorrow. Yuan Xiaosong could even imagine the pain on her
face.
“What are you saying!? How could I hate you!?”
“If you didn't hate me, why were you so distracted when we ate together…
? Why didn't you tutor me last week, and why were you in such a hurry to hang up the phone…? More importantly, why
did you leave Class Three? Why did you leave me…!”
“I…” Yuan Xiaosong sadly turned his head away—he couldn't answer these questions. But
then, he turned back with difficulty, looking at her in the darkness, whom he couldn't see at all, “Wanting, it's because
…”
Just then, another bolt of lightning flashed. In that fleeting moment of light, he finally saw the girl
's face clearly.
The boy froze.
Su Wanting's beautiful eyes were filled with desolation and confusion...
Two bitter tears streamed helplessly down her beautiful face…
“Wan Ting…!” Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart. Yuan Xiaosong bit her lower lip hard, until
she tasted blood.
“I’m sorry… Wan Ting, I’m so sorry…”
“Xiaosong…”
“I’m sorry, I lied to you…” The boy clenched his fists tightly in the darkness, until they ached.
After a moment of silence, Yuan Xiaosong finally made up his mind and said loudly, "What I said before about how I was good at studying,
so Teacher Song wanted to transfer me to Class One... it was all a lie!"
"Leaving Class Three was my own decision... I'm an unlucky person, always
bringing disaster and pain to myself and those around me... So, to prevent you from suffering the same kind of harm as last time, and from enduring
that annoying surveillance all day, I had no choice but to do this..."
"Perhaps you'll say I'm incompetent, but I believe that one day you'll understand my heart, understand all of this!"
Yuan Xiaosong paused, then shouted as if using all his strength, "But before that, there's something I absolutely
must tell you. I don't hate you at all... on the contrary, Wan Ting, I like you!!!"
"Xiaosong...!"
"But! I'm not worthy to be your boyfriend! I know that very well!"
"What!!! Why!?"
"Because I lost that qualification a long time ago! You don't know, before you transferred here, I was
..."
Yuan Xiaosong hadn't finished speaking when a cool, smooth, soft hand gently covered his mouth.
"I don't care about your past..." Su Wanting's tone was three parts excitement and seven parts unwavering
determination, "I only care about our future..."
"Wanting...!"
"Xiaosong... I like you too..."
At this moment, time in the whole world stopped.
Yuan Xiaosong's whole body trembled slightly, and he felt the same trembling from the person beside him. The two
lay face to face, conveying their feelings that words could no longer express through their breath and body heat.
The thin blanket covering the boy was carefully lifted little by little. A soft, boneless body snuggled into his
arms.
"Xiaosong..." The angelic voice was full of coquettishness, "Hold me..."
(To be continued)

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