First Date (1)
That night, he sent her home, in the subway station, she turned around to bid farewell, his eyes were dim, and his smile was shallow. She should be happy, she thought, although both physically and mentally, she felt that all of this seemed unreal.
There was still a faint scent of grass on Li Jiahao's clothes, and she could smell it when he lifted his sleeve. She laughed at him for wearing perfume as a big boy, but didn't expect Li Jiahao to say calmly, "This is body fragrance."
She was struck by lightning and turned into a matchstick on the spot.
That one hug made her body temperature soar, and she didn't calm down until after a long sleep. Lying in bed, staring at the familiar ceiling, she suddenly realized clearly that oh, it's really going to be with Li Jiahao now.
Those insurmountable obstacles that her limited brain cells had thought of before were completely thrown to the back of her mind in that uncontrollable situation. What age problem, what family background problem, so many things, she had forgotten them all at that time, and her whole mind was just one sentence: I like you.
Bai Qingchen said, "You're still young, why don't you indulge just once?"
It's no use pretending to be rational at this point. The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridgehead, and wherever it goes is where it goes. What can't be solved?
She thought so and felt relieved. She picked up her phone to check the time, thinking that if she didn't get out of bed now, she would definitely be late.
To say that Li Jiahao is not a playboy, but he is quite experienced. Yesterday, under those circumstances, he didn't forget to strike while the iron was hot and asked her out to watch a movie the next day. Normally speaking, this wasn't her first time on a date like this, but as soon as she went downstairs and saw Li Jiahao already waiting at the dormitory building, her heart started racing again.
He was still wearing a white hoodie with simple lettering on it. The monochromatic tone set off his face, making it look even smoother and brighter, with delicate and symmetrical features that were flawless. When he saw Du Kuiwei, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "You're really punctual."
Du Kewe only knew it was a veiled criticism and curled her lip, then asked, "Did you take the bus here yourself? Didn't Uncle Li give you a ride?"
"He's my dad's driver, not mine. How is it possible for him to follow me around every day?" Lei Jiahao said nonchalantly, seemingly not taking it seriously. His gaze quickly swept around Du Kewe's body, somewhat dissatisfied, "How can you go on a date with me without even taking the time to dress up?"
The tone of this sentence, carefully listened to, has a somewhat sour taste. Eight out of ten it's because the scene of standing with Yan Rong that day still makes him unable to let go, always feeling like there's something stuck in his heart that's hard to bear. She felt helpless, thinking that she had gotten up too late and was afraid he would get impatient. Besides, her wardrobe only had a few pieces that were presentable, the only sensual silk dress, had been prohibited by Li Jiahao.
The weather in May, the spring breeze blows gently. Two people chatted intermittently, keeping a distance of about two fists apart, never crossing it. Li Jiahao was not a talkative person, and Du Kewei's words were too straightforward, lacking skill. As they went back and forth, they gradually ran out of topics. Just the awkward silence would have been fine, but walking on the main road, there were occasionally several scorching gazes cast towards Li Jiahao, and when passing by, they could even hear other people's faint laughter.
It's not that strange, even if you searched the entire campus of their school, it's unlikely to find someone who can be compared to Li Jiahao. What's strange is that he looks too good and has a striking temperament, born to be a star. In contrast, Du Kewe's originally passable appearance suddenly became dull and unremarkable.
