Chapter 49 p2
The scarf’s tag was irritating her skin, and after several attempts to tuck it in, Xin Yao bent her head, trying to reach it.
And in that moment of distraction, she heard a thud.
Startled, she looked up and saw Xu Jingyu, who had somehow gotten ahead of her, stumbling on the uneven pavement, her head hitting a lamppost.
The impact made the lamppost sway slightly, the snow on top of it falling onto Xu Jingyu’s hair and coat.
Xin Yao, forgetting about her scarf, rushed towards her.
“Oh my god, are you okay?”
Xu Jingyu turned around slowly, her lips pressed together, not speaking.
Snowflakes landed on her eyelashes, melting as she blinked.
In the dim light of the streetlamp, Xin Yao saw that her forehead was red from the impact.
But what surprised her even more was the redness around Xu Jingyu’s eyes, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears in the soft light and falling snow.
Xin Yao paused, confused.
Was it that painful? Was she crying?
She reached out, her hand gently touching Xu Jingyu’s cheek, avoiding her forehead.
“Silly Xu Jingyu! How could you bump into a lamppost?”
Xu Jingyu’s eyes, slightly red and teary, were beautiful in the soft light, her long eyelashes fluttering, her appearance strangely vulnerable.
She didn’t answer, simply reaching out and grabbing Xin Yao’s wrist, her gaze fixed on Xin Yao’s face.
“Xin Yao, do you like Meng Wanqing?”
Xin Yao: ?
What kind of question was that? It completely ruined the mood. She had been momentarily captivated by the beauty of Xu Jingyu’s tearful eyes.
And liking Meng Wanqing?
Not that there was anything wrong with Xiao Meng, but the thought was as absurd as imagining a fish suddenly jumping out of its bowl and doing a little dance.
As Xin Yao’s mind reeled, Xu Jingyu continued, her words even more unexpected. “Or do you still have feelings for Li Xu?”
Xin Yao: ???
That was even more absurd!
But before she could react, Xu Jingyu stepped closer, pulling Xin Yao towards her, their bodies almost touching in the falling snow.
Xin Yao could feel the warmth radiating from Xu Jingyu’s body, the intensity of her emotions.
“Xin Yao,” her voice was slightly strained, yet firm, “I like you.”
“I just realized, I liked you from the moment I saw you.”
“Even though I met you later, and our time together has been short, I know I like you more than anyone else in the world.”
“Don’t like them, don’t even look at them,” Xu Jingyu’s eyes reddened further. “Just like me, okay?”
Xu Jingyu, usually so direct and blunt, had been struggling to express her feelings, her confession a sudden outpouring of suppressed emotions.
Her words stunned Xin Yao, her gaze locked with Xu Jingyu’s.
She knew that Xu Jingyu didn’t understand love, not yet.
So, she hadn’t expected a confession, had even resigned herself to the possibility that Xu Jingyu might never feel the same way.
She had thought: It’s okay. I’ll just love her, even if she doesn’t love me back.
But now, in this romantic, snowy night, the person she loved was confessing her feelings, her words almost desperate, her eyes shining with an intensity that made Xin Yao’s heart ache.
Tears welled up in Xin Yao’s eyes, her heart melting, her voice caught in her throat.
Seeing Xin Yao’s silence, her eyes filled with tears, Xu Jingyu’s own eyes reddened further, her beauty breathtaking, almost painful.
She tightened her grip on Xin Yao’s hand, as if wanting to pull her into her arms.
“If you don’t like me, I’ll just steal you away.”
Xin Yao, almost stumbling into her embrace, snapped out of her daze, a smile playing on her lips, her own tears blurring her vision.
“Okay, then steal me away.”
She knew Xu Jingyu was capable of anything, her possessiveness sometimes bordering on obsessive.
She had sometimes wondered what would happen if she didn’t reciprocate Xu Jingyu’s feelings.
Perhaps the alcohol had dulled her senses.
Xu Jingyu, hearing Xin Yao’s words, didn’t understand.
She didn’t know if Xin Yao liked her.
Her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes hiding her emotions.
Xin Yao cupped her face in her hands, forcing her to look at her.
“What’s wrong? Why are you sad?”
Xu Jingyu looked at her, her voice soft.
“Because I want to kiss you.”
“Huh?” Xin Yao blinked, then laughed. “Then kiss me.”
“But I’ve used up all my kisses,” Xu Jingyu said, her expression still impassive, but her voice, her slightly lowered gaze, betraying her vulnerability.
“You said I couldn’t kiss you anymore.”
Before she could even finish her sentence, Xin Yao stood on tiptoe and kissed her, her lips soft and warm against Xu Jingyu’s, like snowflakes melting on her skin, the warmth spreading through her body.
Xu Jingyu’s eyes widened slightly, her breath catching in her throat, her hands fidgeting nervously.
“What… what does this mean?”
Xin Yao smiled, kissing her again.
“Silly Xu Jingyu.”
“It means I like you too, of course.”
Her words, so simple yet so profound, made Xu Jingyu’s heart pound.
Unable to contain herself any longer, she captured Xin Yao’s lips in a passionate kiss.
Xin Yao’s arms wrapped around her neck, her lips meeting hers, their embrace tender and loving in the falling snow, the warm glow of the streetlights illuminating their faces.
The next morning, Xu Jingyu woke up in her hotel bed, her head throbbing slightly.
The sunlight, streaming through the gap in the curtains, made her wince, and she raised her arm to shield her eyes.
She couldn’t remember what had happened last night.
She only vaguely recalled drinking, then impulsively grabbing Xin Yao’s hand.
And then?
As she tried to piece together the fragmented memories, she heard a sound coming from the living room.
She looked up and saw Xin Yao, already dressed and her makeup done, walking towards her, her eyes lighting up as she saw that Xu Jingyu was awake.
“You’re awake! I was just about to wake you.”
“I have to go out for a bit. I made you breakfast and some hangover soup. Eat while it’s still warm.”
“Okay,” Xu Jingyu replied automatically.
But she was still slightly disoriented. She glanced at the clock. It was 8 am.
Xin Yao was usually reserved and wouldn’t normally come to her room, especially not at this hour.
And she had made breakfast for her? It felt like a scene from a married couple’s life.
Like a dream.
Xu Jingyu looked at Xin Yao, her voice slightly confused.
“Xin Yao?”
Seeing her bewildered expression, Xin Yao knew she didn’t remember what had happened.
She chuckled, walking over to the bed and holding up three fingers.
“Three things.”
“One, you got drunk last night, cried, confessed your feelings for me, and told me you liked me very much.”
“Two, I accepted.”
“Three, so now, you’re my girlfriend, Xu Jingyu.”
She stood up.
“Even though it’s our first day together, I have to go out. We can celebrate later. I shouldn’t be too long.”
Her rapid-fire delivery left Xu Jingyu even more confused.
She understood the words individually, but their combined meaning was shocking, almost incomprehensible.
She grabbed Xin Yao’s wrist as she turned to leave, her mind racing.
She wanted to ask so many questions.
Had she really been drunk last night? What had happened?
And was Xin Yao serious? Were they really dating?
Was she still dreaming?
But the words caught in her throat, a jumble of confused thoughts, and all she could manage was a soft, “Yaoyao?”
Xin Yao understood her confusion, but she really had to leave.
She patted Xu Jingyu’s wrist reassuringly, then leaned down and kissed her forehead, where a faint red mark still lingered from last night’s collision with the lamppost.
“Who told you to drink so much when you can’t handle it? Now you don’t even remember. Serves you right.”
“Anyway, we’re together now.”
“I really have to go. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.”
“Don’t miss me too much, girlfriend,” she winked. “And don’t forget to drink your hangover soup.”
With that, she turned and left, her white coat swirling around her as she hurried out the door, not even waiting for Xu Jingyu’s reply.
She had burst into the room like a ray of sunshine, then left like a whirlwind, leaving a trail of shocking revelations in her wake.
And Xu Jingyu, sitting there, stunned, her mind reeling.
After Xin Yao left, Xu Jingyu stared at the empty doorway, her mind slowly piecing together the fragmented memories.
She sat there, her heart pounding, her blood rushing through her veins, a strange excitement coursing through her body.
Just as she felt like she was about to lose control, a few images flashed through her mind.
The sweet taste of rice wine, her hand gripping Xin Yao’s, the desperate plea “Don’t go,” driven by the fear of losing her.
And then, the warm glow of the streetlights, the falling snow, Xin Yao standing before her, her voice soft and gentle as she confessed her feelings.
They had exchanged vows of love in the snowy night, their embrace tender and passionate.
The memories returned, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with a newfound joy.
She touched her lips, then sat up abruptly.
Girlfriend.
So, Xin Yao had accepted her confession last night.
They were together now.
Xu Jingyu’s breath hitched, and she covered her mouth with her hand, her usually calm demeanor shattered.
Then, she fell back onto the bed, pulling the covers over her head, almost rolling around in delight.
Xin Yao.
My Xin Yao.
Xin Yao is my girlfriend!
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