Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

puff! !

Jiang Ruyue completely lost her composure.

After finally catching her breath, Jiang Ruyue straightened up.

She tucked a stray strand of black hair behind her ear, reverting to her cool, cute, and serious human-machine persona.

However, her large eyes were still moist, making her look completely unthreatening.

"Bai Li".

Jiang Ruyue spoke in a serious tone, but it sounded more like a coquettish complaint:

"If school starts the day after tomorrow and the teacher asks me a question in class, these are the things that will come to mind..."

"You're dead."

Bai Li leaned back, draping her long legs over the prop box beside her.

"These words were told to me by that bastard Wang Wei back when we were in school."

Wang Wei, who was bending over and tidying up the cables, suddenly froze.

Bai Li had no intention of leaving his good brother any secrets and continued to expose his old tricks:

"It was during Chinese class, and the teacher was calling on me to answer a question."

"I stood up, my mind filled with what he said about how PY would be printed out one by one when the teacher was angry."

"And then?" Jiang Ruyue asked innocently, blinking her eyes.

"They just burst out laughing." Bai Li shrugged.

"What else could I do? I got a severe scolding from the homeroom teacher and was made to stand in the hallway as punishment."

Having just finished her work, Chen Tingting asked with an excited look on her face, "And then? And then?"

Bai Li reached for a cigarette and lit it.

"I was so bored standing alone in the hallway. So I kept making faces at Wang Wei through the window."

Now, even Li Jiaxin and Zhang Qian perked up their ears.

"Wang Wei's son has a low threshold for laughter."

Bai Li flicked the ash from his cigarette:

"He was sitting in the front row, and when he saw me making faces, he couldn't help but laugh."

"The worst part was that he ate two roasted sweet potatoes at the cafeteria that noon, and his stomach was full of gas."

Bai Li gestured in mid-air with the hand holding the cigarette, his voice rising:

"That grandson just laughed out loud, and then there was a 'pfft' sound from below."

The entire room fell silent.

Bai Li's imitation was incredibly lifelike:

"Laughing and farting at the same time. Haha, pfft! Haha, pfft!"

"I just rushed out of the classroom in such a rhythmic way, and was kicked out by the teacher to stand with me as punishment."

"Hahahahaha!"

Chen Tingting slid off the chair and onto the floor, slapping her thighs wildly with both hands, tears streaming down her face.

Li Jiaxin clutched her stomach, her cool and sassy image shattered, and she leaned against the door frame, unable to straighten up.

Jiang Ruyue's tears streamed down her fair cheeks.

Wang Wei was on the verge of tears, and stomped his feet on the spot:

"Brother Li! Please, please stop talking!"

The room was filled with laughter.

After everyone's laughter subsided a bit.

Jiang Ruyue took out a tissue and gently wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of her eyes.

She leaned against Bai Li, watching the group of laughing and joking people, and a layer of disappointment slowly crept onto her first love's face.

"It sounds like you guys had a really fun and interesting time at school."

Jiang Ruyue's voice was very low, filled with deep envy:

"Unlike me... all I do every day is do practice problems and memorize texts, sigh..."

Bai Li looked at her pitiful expression and turned to the side:

"Aren't your parents saying they won't be as strict with you anymore?"

Jiang Ruyue nodded, her long, straight black hair sliding down her shoulders.

"Yes, thanks to you."

Jiang Ruyue pouted, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her pleated skirt.

"But we don't have anyone as interesting as you at our school."

"I just wanted to hang out with you."

These soft yet straightforward words sounded like textbook examples of coquettishness to the four spirited young women standing nearby.

Chen Tingting clicked her tongue twice, then lowered her voice and whispered to Zhang Qian:

"Look at this young lady, she's usually so cold, but when she starts to act cute, even I can't resist, let alone my older brother."

Bai Li ignored the commotion from the others.

He reached out and ruffled Jiang Ruyue's dark, smooth hair a couple of times, then casually touched the back of her head.

It feels very nice to the touch.

"Alright." Bai Li softened his tone.

"Go back to your studies and try not to think about me while you're at school."

"Just send me a WeChat message to let me know when you're free during the holidays. It's not like I won't spend time with you."

Faced with this reassurance.

Jiang Ruyue shook her head.

Instead of creating distance, she boldly plunged into Bai Li's arms.

The girl's unique, fresh scent, carrying an innocent purity, enveloped Bai Li.

"But I don't know why," Jiang Ruyue said in a muffled voice.

"Ever since a few days ago, in front of your house, you stood up to my parents for me..."

"You're all I can think about."

Upon hearing this, the group of young women who had been watching the drama all fell silent.

All are women.

They knew better than anyone how heavy those heartfelt words were.

Jiang Ruyue ignored the stares of those around her, grabbing the hem of Bai Li's trench coat with both hands and squeezing it tightly.

Even now, even though I'm standing right beside you, nestled in your arms...

Jiang Ruyue's breathing became a little rapid: "I will still miss you."

Extreme dependence leads to extreme possessiveness.

The infatuation value of 75 on the system panel is exerting a terrifying emotional pull.

Bai Li looked down at the fluffy head in his arms, feeling unusually confused.

"I'm right here, standing alive in front of you." Bai Li gently patted her back, his eyes full of doubt:

"I'm right here beside you, what else do you want?"

Jiang Ruyue did not answer immediately.

At such close proximity, the succubus scent emanating from Bai Li reached its peak concentration.

She took a deep, greedy breath, inhaling the captivating scent into her nostrils.

Then, Jiang Ruyue raised her head.

An unnatural blush had settled on that first love's face, and her eyes were glazed over as if she were drunk.

She stood on tiptoe.

Her lips almost touched the edge of Bai Li's earlobe.

In that flat, extremely serious voice, he spoke, word by word:

"Thinking of you" is just eight words.

"Hang Wo Dao Ting".