novelraw Chapter 107
Chapter 107
Qian’s move wasn’t technically much better than his.
It was just a light kiss, but taking the initiative to kiss, this enormous stimulus instantly left Yu Minglang stunned.
Qian was much shorter than him, so she had to stand on tiptoe and hook his neck with her hand to pull him down for that gentle kiss.
After successfully sneaking a kiss, she let go of him and looked at the tree behind him with a picturesque gaze.
"It’s said that many couples at this school come here to get close. I’m just reciprocating, introducing you to the school’s charm."
Having been bullied by her so ruthlessly, this move warmed his heart.
Yu Minglang, someone skilled in surprise attacks, was attacked by Qian using his own tactics. Although his male instincts made it enjoyable, there was a slight dissatisfaction in his heart. He wanted to push her against the wall for some hard kisses, but seeing a few people walking over, he had to suppress the fire in his heart.
"Come on, why are you daydreaming?" Qian took a step ahead and cheerfully beckoned him.
She managed to ignite him with fire all over, with nowhere to vent. Upon reflection, he felt three parts delight and seven parts savor. Chen Xiaoqian is the woman he’s been trying to understand yet can’t fully grasp, always wanting to figure her out. There’s no second one besides her.
Qian said something right; Yu Minglang indeed has a psychological cleanliness, although he stubbornly refuses to admit it.
Returning to the dormitory a bit late, Qiao Zhen had almost finished eating his sister’s fruit.
The brother and sister were just fooling around when Yu Minglang and Qian entered one after the other.
"Looking at them separately, it seems unsuitable, as their aura is too strong. But standing together, they match well. A CP really is irreversible," Shi Yu muttered to herself while gazing at Qian and Yu Minglang.
Qiao Zhen pinched her waist, "Always being mysterious all day long."
"As an artist, being with you common folks is painful," Shi Yu shook her head in a serious manner.
The upper bunk of Qian’s bed was still empty, as the last roommate of room 4444 had yet to show up.
Qian pretended not to see the teasing glances between Qiao Zhen and Shi Yu, found a place to sit down, and watched Minglang assist her by pinning fabric on the wall, occasionally handing over a tool.
After Yu Minglang finished, Qiao Zhen had nearly completed Shi Yu’s setup, Shi Yu compared them and quickly noticed the difference.
"Why does the captain’s work look more lovingly made than yours?"
"It’s the same fabric; how does his look more loving?" Qiao Zhen pinched Shi Yu’s cheek, ready to battle if she didn’t explain.
"Look!" Shi Yu pointed at the wall with similar fabric. The side Qian touched felt noticeably softer.
Underneath the fabric, Yu Minglang had laid a thin layer of foam paper, so every layer was taut without a single crease. It also reflected on how efficient Yu Minglang was with his work.
Don’t underestimate this thin layer! It won’t be so stone-cold during winter!
"Hey, Captain, why didn’t you get one for me?" Qiao Zhen felt conned by the captain.
"You didn’t ask." In fact, this was the very last piece. Yu Minglang could sacrifice for someone else’s benefit, but not for the expense of his girl.
Qiao Zhen clutched his chest, once again using the incident to play a victim because of his absent-minded sister.
"No wonder you’re just an observer, it’s about quality, quality!" Shi Yu remarked, looking at her silly brother and then at Qian’s apparent boyfriend, thinking about comparing them frightened her.
"That’s clearly him..." More shameless than I am, right? Qiao Zhen didn’t have the guts to say it out loud.
"You have endless excuses! Scumbag brother!"
Qian observed the lively arguing duo before her, experiencing indescribable feelings.
In her past life, after treating Shi Yu, she hadn’t had direct contact with any of the Shi Family members.
But she had heard a bit; Shi Yu had a relative who avenged her, did something outrageous, and landed in trouble.
That person must be Qiao Zhen.
Though not a true sibling, he invested a lot of emotion.
Qian had little interaction with him, unaware there’s this relationship with Shi Yu.
Yu Minglang and Qiao Zhen were inseparable back then.
Back in their old workplace, Qiao Zhen was Minglang’s observer, although Yu Minglang usually took the spotlight, observers typically aren’t inferior to snipers. Sometimes, they can swap roles. Within 800 meters, Yu Minglang’s call is final; beyond 800 meters, the observer becomes more crucial.
Qiao Zhen was just more playful, gabby, and didn’t carry as many troubles like Yu Minglang. He was overshadowed by Minglang’s overwhelming presence, so his talents weren’t evident.
After leaving the old unit, Qiao Zhen followed Minglang to the new place to start anew, accompanying Yu Minglang all along.
Qian knew how remarkable Qiao Zhen was, his psychological resilience must be immensely strong, his emotional self-control potentially greater than the ordinary person. Yet when Shi Yu died, Qiao Zhen directly confronted the one who pit her without concern for his future, creating such a big mess.
At that time, even Minglang’s influence couldn’t pull him out; it must have been a real disaster.
"Emotions don’t hold comparative value; without challenges, no one knows whose feelings run deeper," Qian remarked looking at Qiao Zhen.
The hidden meaning in her words was only clear to her.
Shi Yu clearly misunderstood Qian’s intention, "Yeah, he’s a scumbag brother who even eats my pears!"
"You’re already getting fat, eat less."
Those two resumed their arguing while Qian wanted to wash her hands.
Seeing her odd gaze, Yu Minglang immediately followed her into the dormitory bathroom, sure enough, spotting Qian ready to wash her hands.
This girl, when caught in a dilemma, liked to wash her hands. Though Minglang didn’t know what about his brother triggered Qian, he knew he had to be there.
Qian touched the water and felt something off, turning around, her face went dark.
"Why are you following me?"
"To watch you."
Qian couldn’t continue washing.
A man over eighty inches tall with striking features, being so shameless, to flash his presence in a university girl’s bathroom?
As she prepared a comeback, she suddenly saw Minglang reach out to open her hand soap by the sink, squeezing it onto his hand, then spreading it onto hers. With the soap lathering, their hands slickly touched, sparking layers of ripples within, as if something was colliding and fermenting.
If not for the inappropriate setting, Minglang would have kissed her.
But he couldn’t, leaving the door open...
Qian felt something smooth against her cool wrist, a round little item slipped along her fair wrist, utilizing the skidding soap, snugly fitting onto her wrist.
"In the future, if I’m not by your side and you can’t help washing your hands, just look at this bracelet."
Actually, he traveled such a distance partly to place this bracelet on her wrist.