How could Xiang Di possibly be afraid that he would eat her.
…To put it bluntly, Xiang Di would love nothing more than for him to eat her.
Of course, not eat as in eating food, but the other kind of eating—like eating her lips, eating her breasts, eating her down below and so on…
She was so obviously distracted, lost in who-knows-what thoughts, that Bo Jiangxin found himself a little irritated.
This inexplicable withdrawal symptom was something he wasn’t used to.
He even suspected she’d drugged him.
Agitation crept up his brow, and he lowered his voice, sounding impatient: “I’m talking to you. What are you thinking about again?”
Xiang Di snapped back to attention.
No! Now is not the time to be thinking about those things!
She’d really been getting carried away these days, indulging her fantasies anywhere and everywhere. That’s a problem—she had to change.
“No, no.” Xiang Di let out a dry laugh. “You misunderstood, I’m not avoiding you.”
Bo Jiangxin looked at her quietly, saying nothing, just stepping closer to her.
Xiang Di instinctively took a step back.
Bo Jiangxin almost wanted to laugh in exasperation: “And you call this not avoiding me?”
Did he have the plague, or some virus, that she needed to keep such a distance?
“No, no.” She always repeated words when nervous, especially in front of Bo Jiangxin. “It’s not that I’m avoiding you, it’s just that you… didn’t you say you don’t like physical contact with people?”
She’d liked Bo Jiangxin for so long, secretly watched him for so long—she could see this much, of course.
Bo Jiangxin hated all forms of physical contact, regardless of gender.
Even with his best friend Ye Minjia, Xiang Di had seen Ye Minjia try to put an arm around him, only to be coldly pushed away.
Afraid of making him uncomfortable, she never dared get close to him either.
She might have bold thoughts about him, but Xiang Di was timid. She only dared fantasize in her mind. If she really had to make a move on Bo Jiangxin, she’d die of embarrassment.
Xiang Di’s answer left Bo Jiangxin stunned for a moment.
Because of a hereditary illness, he did dislike physical contact, even with blood relatives. At first, he used a claim of having OCD as an excuse and avoided a lot of trouble.
Over the years, it became a real habit.
Sometimes if someone accidentally touched him, even if it was a brief contact and he hadn’t even heard their inner thoughts yet, his first reaction was always rejection and dislike.
So why, just now, was he angry that Xiang Di didn’t dare come near him?
He clearly hated being the object of Xiang Di’s endless fantasies, yet now, not being able to hear what she was thinking, he didn’t feel relieved—instead, he was upset that her words and feelings didn’t match.
What she did was obviously out of respect for him, so what right did he have to be mad?
For a moment, Bo Jiangxin was rendered speechless by his own conflicting feelings.
He rubbed his brow, his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed a few times. At last, he said in a deep voice, “Sorry. You’re not wrong, it’s my problem.”
Xiang Di looked at him, completely confused.
Last week, he’d asked to change seats, also saying it was his problem. But what was wrong with him, exactly?
Xiang Di couldn’t figure it out.
All she knew was that Bo Jiangxin had apologized, and she hadn’t been angry at him anyway.
She shook her head and said, “It’s fine. So, are we still going to find the teacher?”
Bo Jiangxin’s eyes were troubled. He frowned, his dark gaze complicated as he looked at her.
Xiang Di looked at him blankly.
Not being able to hear her thoughts, she was just a pretty, quiet girl on the surface—simple, well-behaved, considerate, not noisy, good-tempered—truly, there was nothing about her to dislike.
They could have kept being deskmates, but this sudden thought from the bottom of his heart was quickly rejected by Bo Jiangxin himself.
Something was off. He’d realized that his defenses against her were gradually weakening, and even in danger of disappearing altogether.
He needed some time to cool down. They still needed to sit apart.
Bo Jiangxin made a sound of agreement.
Xiang Di lowered her eyes, her long straight lashes casting shadows on her eyelids. As long as she kept her expectations low, she wouldn’t be disappointed.
It didn’t matter if they were deskmates or not—so long as he didn’t hate her, it was enough.
She quickly looked up again and agreed brightly, “Let’s go then.”
When they reached the Teacher’s Office, Chen Jinghua wasn’t there.
Bo Jiangxin guessed that the Class Teacher was probably still over at the Principal’s Office, and Xiang Di asked, “Should we wait here for the teacher to come back?”
The bell for the first class was about to ring. Bo Jiangxin said, “Let’s go back to class first. We can talk after class.”
Xiang Di nodded, and the two returned to the classroom.
Liang Qianqian had already bought pork floss bread for Xiang Di from the School Canteen. Xiang Di told her she’d send her a WeChat Red Envelope, pulling out her phone from her backpack.
Liang Qianqian was surprised, “You brought your phone to school today?”
Xiang Di replied, “Yeah, I think it’s more convenient to have a phone. Otherwise, I always have to borrow yours.”
Even Bo Jiangxin, who was always first in the grade, brought his phone to school. Why should she keep acting like a goody-two-shoes? In this smart age, not having a phone is like being a caveman. Besides, with a phone, it’s easy to look up questions, and if she gets tired of studying, she can relax with some music.
After sending the WeChat Red Envelope to Liang Qianqian, Xiang Di looked at the Home Group Chat she’d pinned to the top and suddenly remembered something.
She opened the chat with her brother Xiang Sheng and sent a message: [Are you awake yet?]
No reply. She sent another: [Don’t forget to buy me cream puffs!]
She hesitated, debating whether to just call Xiang Sheng with a voice message, but worried that if she really woke him up and got blocked, she’d lose her dessert.
With less than two minutes until class started, Liang Qianqian hurried to chat, “Let me tell you something. When you went to the School Canteen just now, you passed by the parking lot, right? Guess what I saw?”
Xiang Di was absentminded. “What?”
“Bentley!” Liang Qianqian said, “The logo was shining in the sun—it was so cool, you know? Amazing! Someone at our regular school actually drives a Bentley.”
Xiang Di looked up. “What kind of car is a Bentley?”
Liang Qianqian was stumped. Beside them, Ye Minjia suddenly burst out laughing.
Xiang Di looked at Ye Minjia, puzzled.
“You don’t even know the standard issue for CEOs?” Ye Minjia sighed. “Go home, kid, just go home.”
Feeling like she was being teased for not recognizing a Bentley, Xiang Di puffed up her cheeks a bit.
Liang Qianqian explained, “It’s a luxury car brand, called Bentley. If you read novels, you should know it.”
Xiang Di made a vague noise. She’d read plenty of novels, but who actually bothered to memorize car names? Her reading was simple and direct, all for the love scenes between the male and female leads.
She liked reading about that kind of car, not real cars.
Trying to save a bit of face, Xiang Di tilted her chin up, “I might not know Bentley, but I know Rolls-Royce.”
In novels, nine out of ten CEOs drive Rolls-Royces, and the driver and starry sky roof are standard features. In all the smut she’d read, the male lead loved to pin the heroine in the car, so she’d gaze up dreamily at the starry roof while being… well, you know.
Of course, she couldn’t say that out loud.
When it came to Rolls-Royce, Ye Minjia had even more to say, patting Bo Jiangxin on the shoulder.
[What’s so great about a Rolls-Royce? My buddy’s family has one too!]
Bo Jiangxin had heard their conversation the whole time, but had no interest in such pointless topics, so he’d ignored them—until Ye Minjia called him, and he finally turned his head, “What?”
“Last National Day, when I went to your house, your dad happened to come home. Wasn’t his car a Rolls-Royce? The badge was two Rs, I remember.”
Bo Jiangxin didn’t really remember last National Day. He didn’t know exactly which car Ye Minjia saw, but his dad did have a few Rolls-Royces.
He just replied indifferently, “Mm.”
Liang Qianqian’s eyes suddenly widened as she looked at Bo Jiangxin. “You…”
Damn, she’d just been amazed by a Bentley, and it turned out the real young master was sitting right next to her.
Xiang Di’s eyes widened too, but it wasn’t shock at how rich Bo Jiangxin’s family was.
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