Rebirth 08: My Online Love Wife is a Cold and Aloof School Beauty

Lin Bei had barely finished speaking when Song Qingning did not reply.

She pondered for a moment, then looked up and stared into Lin Bei's eyes for several seconds.

Then, get right to it.

Song Qingning immediately wrapped her arms around Lin Bei's arm and hugged it tightly to her chest.

Because her strength was just right—not too much, not too little—Lin Bei couldn't pull his arm out, but it didn't hurt too much.

Lin Bei hadn't expected Song Qingning to pull this move so suddenly, and his instinctive reaction was to quickly pull his arm away.

Song Qingning could feel Lin Bei's arm muscles stiffen slightly in her arms.

Then, I tried to pull it out, but I couldn't.

Presumably afraid of hurting someone, Lin Bei didn't pull his arm out, so he simply stopped trying.

It's unclear whether Song Qingning's action was intentional or unintentional.

She hugged him so naturally, as if Lin Bei's arm was meant to be there.

Lin Bei glanced down at Song Qingning.

My gaze inevitably swept over the spot she was holding.

Song Qingning was wearing a light pink shirt today. The neckline wasn't high to begin with, and with this pose, the skin below her collarbone looked incredibly white under the streetlights.

The first thought that flashed through Lin Bei's mind in an instant.

It's gotten bigger again!

He remembered Song Qingning's figure in his past life; it wasn't this good.

I never expected her to develop so quickly in just two months after graduation.

I don't know if it's because she practices yoga regularly.

Soon, Song Qingning keenly noticed Lin Bei's gaze.

Instead of pulling away, she hugged him even tighter.

Moreover, Song Qingning's lips curled up in a triumphant arc, her voice tinged with barely suppressed smugness:

"What were you looking at just now?"

"I wasn't looking at anything." Lin Bei immediately shifted his gaze to the river surface under the bridge.

"You saw it." Song Qingning moved her body closer to him, tiptoeing to bring her face a little closer.

"I saw it all! You were peeking at my chest!"

Lin Bei didn't speak and continued to look at the river.

He didn't expect that he would be caught just because he glanced at it casually.

How embarrassing...

Seeing that Lin Bei remained silent, Song Qingning gently puffed out her chest.

The collar of her shirt tightened slightly with her movements.

Song Qingning tilted her head back.

The light from the streetlamp shone on her face from the side.

Song Qingning's eyes were sparkling, and her voice was much softer than before, but every word was clear.

She leaned close to Lin Bei's ear and whispered, "If you want to see, then just look openly."

"Anyway... I'll only show this to you from now on, okay?"

The croaking of frogs under the bridge suddenly stopped.

A night breeze blew across the river, carrying the faint, fishy smell of water plants.

Lin Bei felt a slight chill creep down his spine.

Because the meaning behind Song Qingning's words was too obvious!

She wasn't joking or teasing anyone; she was serious.

Song Qingning wants to define their relationship.

Lin Bei's brain was racing in a fraction of a second.

Once they establish a relationship, given Song Qingning's personality, he can forget about having any private space anymore.

Moreover, if they confirm their relationship today, Song Qingning can change their profile pictures to matching couple photos tomorrow.

She will be able to schedule the two of them into a table the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow, Lin Bei's mother and Song Qingning's mother will start discussing the wedding.

Most importantly, once the two are in a relationship, he can't flirt with other girls.

Now that he has finally been reborn, his career is not yet successful, and he has not even seen the beautiful landscapes of the country. How can he enter the hall of marriage so soon!

Lin Bei had lived for over thirty years in his previous life, so he knew all too well the consequences of early marriage.

He doesn't want to get married right after graduating from college, have a child right after getting married, become a father right after having a child, and have to change diapers every day as a father...

He wasn't ready to be a husband and father.

"Um..." Lin Bei immediately pulled his arm out of Song Qingning's arms.

His movements were very light, but exceptionally firm.

"I suddenly remembered that there's an order on Taobao that I haven't processed yet, and it needs to be shipped tomorrow. I have to hurry back."

"Be careful on your journey, and text me when you arrive."

Lin Bei turned around and walked down the bridge.

With light and quick steps, they disappeared in just a few seconds.

Song Qingning stood alone in the middle of the bridge, her arms still in the same position as when she was holding Lin Bei.

But the arm that had been in her arms was gone.

The night breeze made her ponytail sway gently.

Song Qingning watched Lin Bei's retreating figure disappear into the night like a rat that had stolen oil.

She pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Damn it, I almost succeeded!"

"Lin Bei is such a coward, he runs away at the crucial moment."

"Is it really that scary to just confirm a relationship?"

However, Song Qingning stood still and slowly lowered the hand that Lin Bei had pulled away.

Her fingers curled in the air, and her pouting lips slowly relaxed.

"It's okay, there's plenty of time later."

"I, Song Qingning, have never failed to get anything I've ever wanted since I was a child."

She refused to believe that Lin Bei could escape forever.

I will make Lin Bei submit to my charms in the future.

Thinking of this, Song Qingning smiled slightly, slung her handbag over her shoulder, and turned to leave.

Her high ponytail drew an arc in the air as she walked towards her school.

Her footsteps, treading on the stone pavement, sounded as joyful as dancing.

……

Su Qianqian was carrying a basin when she returned from the water room.

The dormitory was so quiet that only the hum of the air conditioner could be heard.

Zhou Ting had already drawn the bed curtains, and it was unclear what she was doing.

Liu Wen lay facing the wall, the light from her phone screen leaking from beside her pillow, casting flickering light and shadow on her face.

When the two heard Su Qianqian push open the door, neither of them turned around or spoke.

The argument about shower gel and face cream that just happened was like a bucket of water spilled on the ground, already seeping into the cracks between the floor tiles.

But the dampness was still there.

Su Qianqian stuffed the basin under the cabinet and put the toiletries back in their original places one by one.

Shower gel, shampoo, face cream, facial cleanser...

Each bottle was screwed on tightly, and the order of the bottles was exactly the same as before.

When Su Qianqian closed the cabinet door, she casually pulled the door handle to make sure it was locked.

She plans to buy a small lock tomorrow.

Then, Su Qianqian climbed up the bed ladder to the top bunk.

She pulled the bed curtains from one end to the other, the iron rings sliding along the crossbar, making a series of soft, metallic scraping sounds.

A thin layer of cloth enclosed the iron-framed bed, forming a small, closed box.

Outside the curtain, Liu Wen turned over, and the bed creaked.

Zhou Ting's phone vibrated, followed by the sound of extremely light and rapid typing.

These sounds were blocked out by the bed curtains, as if separated by a layer of water.