Regardless of whether he secretly liked her or not, Bo Jiangxin definitely needed to say something to resolve the situation.
His mind-reading ability wasn’t as fantastical as depicted in movies or TV shows.
Bo Jiangxin could hear others’ thoughts, but it wasn’t on-demand, nor could he choose whose thoughts to hear. If he truly had that kind of power, he’d know how many lovers and illegitimate children the US president had.
He needed a certain medium to hear them.
Currently, the simplest medium was physical transmission: as long as he physically touched someone, their thoughts would flow directly into his brain, like an electric current. The moment the touch broke, the transmission would also cease.
Another form of transmission was biological. Their saliva, blood, or any bodily fluid—the organic and inorganic components within—could become a medium for thought transmission upon contact.
As for how to stop it, there was only one way: endure it until his body digested and absorbed it.
This was why he had severe mysophobia and had to maintain his distance from people. If he absolutely couldn’t avoid crowded places, he could only wear a mask.
After sharing a cup of milk tea with Xiang Di, he no longer needed physical contact; he could now hear what she was thinking at any moment. The duration of this effect was unknown because this was the first time he’d ingested someone else’s… saliva since he gained individual consciousness.
Because Xiang Di’s inner monologue was so incredibly rich, Bo Jiangxin even imagined her true expression at that moment:
Flushed face, round eyes curved into crescent moons, a grin stretching to her ears, revealing a row of small white teeth.
She was probably thrilled to have seized this opportunity to gloat in front of him.
Bo Jiangxin forced himself to ignore her inner clamor, maintaining a stern face as he apologized, “I’m sorry. I’ll buy you a new cup.”
If Bo Jiangxin couldn’t hear her thoughts at that moment, the incident would likely have ended there. He would apologize, she would forgive, and they would remain classmates who were practically strangers.
But clearly, that was no longer possible.
[Compensate me? Heh heh.]
What was she “heh”-ing about?
[Man, you can’t afford to compensate me.]
What couldn’t he afford to compensate her for? It was just a cup of milk tea. He wasn’t that poor.
[But you can compensate me with other things, like your body.]
Speechless.
Bo Jiangxin wanted to laugh. It turned out that when people were extremely speechless, they really did laugh. Her top priority right now was to quickly uninstall the novel app on her phone.
Despite his speechlessness, Bo Jiangxin still didn’t expose Xiang Di. If she had the guts, she should just say it. He wanted to see if she had the courage.
Overly excited, Xiang Di’s mind raced with various domineering CEO lines. However, the reality was that she didn’t dare to say any of them aloud. She thought she’d see how he’d handle it, but ultimately, she couldn’t bear to embarrass the boy she secretly liked.
So, the words that came to her lips turned into the most submissive: “It’s fine, it’s fine, no need to compensate. I’ve pretty much finished it anyway.”
If someone else had drunk her milk tea, she might have minded a little, but Bo Jiangxin wasn’t just anyone to her. Sharing a cup of milk tea with Bo Jiangxin was no different from kissing. She was too happy to even think about it.
She wondered if his lips tasted as cool and icy as he felt, wrapped in a layer of frost, like a chilled mint candy with a filling.
Thinking of the mint candy’s taste, Xiang Di couldn’t help but purse her lips. She didn’t notice that Bo Jiangxin also subtly pursed his lips at that exact second. She was imagining the taste of his lips, and he had perceived it.
With this sweet accident, Xiang Di no longer had the mind to listen to Bo Jiangxin explain the problem. Bo Jiangxin probably didn’t want to explain it to her anymore either. It was better to give him some time to cool down; after all, the dignified campus heartthrob had made such a low-level mistake.
Xiang Di, being perceptive, said, “I think I have some ideas now. I’ll study this problem myself later. Thank you.” Politely thanking him, she picked up her problem book and milk tea, ready to slip away.
“Wait.” Bo Jiangxin called out to her.
Xiang Di looked puzzled, “What’s wrong?” Her confused expression seemed very innocent. But perhaps only her face was innocent; who truly innocent would inexplicably fantasize about the taste of someone else’s lips?
Never mind.
After all, he was the one who caused this blunder; she hadn’t done anything wrong.
Bo Jiangxin silently averted his gaze and said in a low voice, “Give me the milk tea. I’ll throw it away for you.”
Xiang Di didn’t expect him to be so helpful. “Huh? No, no, I can throw it away myself.”
He was unyielding: “Give it to me.” He had to throw away this milk tea himself, otherwise, who knew what unspeakable things she might do with the milk tea he had accidentally drunk?
Xiang Di didn’t dare to refuse, afraid he’d be displeased, so she could only let him take it.
What a shame! She had originally planned to take the straw he had touched home, wash it, and keep it as a treasure.
Xiang Di secretly pouted. Was she a pervert?
He had to throw away the milk tea quickly.
As he took the milk tea, his finger accidentally brushed the back of her hand, and Xiang Di’s hand trembled unconsciously.
It was pointless now to deliberately avoid physical contact with Xiang Di. Bo Jiangxin remained expressionless, walking straight to the trash can at the back of the classroom.
Thought transmission was similar to Bluetooth transmission, with a certain reception range.
The classroom was only so big, and he could still hear what she was thinking at that moment.
[Hubby’s hands are so cold.]
[They say people with cold hands were angels with broken wings in their past life…]
Whether he was an angel with broken wings in his past life, he didn’t know, but he knew for sure she was a late-stage non-mainstream individual in this life.
[But it could also be due to insufficient vital energy, being physically weak…]
[Oh no, he’s not… incapable in that regard, is he?!]
The late-stage non-mainstream thought process was too jumpy; Bo Jiangxin almost couldn’t keep up, his steps faltering. Incapable in what regard?
[If I can only look but not use, what about my happiness for the rest of my life?]
What did she want to “use” him for?
[It’s okay, it’s okay. Since I love him, I must accept everything about him.]
[Using hands is the same, too.]
Bo Jiangxin felt a bit disgusted by his immediate understanding.
He wanted to ask, what was she comforting herself about? Even if he were incapable, what did it have to do with her? And “using hands”—she had quite the beautiful imagination. Did she think she was particularly great or magnanimous? To be able to tolerate even a man’s incapability.
Bo Jiangxin couldn’t take it anymore. He turned around, and Xiang Di was still standing in place. Their eyes met unexpectedly, and Xiang Di froze, her heart racing. But luckily, she was good at hiding such expressions of affection; at least from her appearance, nothing was visible.
She calmly asked him, “Hmm, what’s wrong?”
Her delicate and lovely face was full of innocence. Bo Jiangxin’s throat tightened; he suddenly felt powerless, like being harassed by a pervert with no recourse for complaint.
Because she hadn’t actually done anything to him; so far, their physical contact had been accidental, and it was his responsibility.
Even if she had called him “hubby” eight hundred times in her mind, this groundhog who only dared to fantasize in her head was too timid to even touch his finger when actually facing him, politely and courteously without any flaws.
Who could control human imagination? Xiang Di could imagine herself as the US president, and the FBI wouldn’t be able to charge her. Even if he called the police, they would probably just say he had delusions and advise him to go to a neurologist.
Feeling exasperated by a lovesick and timid groundhog, Bo Jiangxin threw the milk tea forcefully into the trash can.
The afternoon passed in a daze. Before the evening self-study session, Xiang Di really did receive the milk tea Bo Jiangxin had compensated her with. At that time, Xiang Di was planning to copy a few English essay templates and memorize some vocabulary to pass the time before evening self-study began.
Suddenly, a hand appeared and placed a milk tea on her desk. The fingers were beautiful and slender, and the skin tone, like that of the hand’s owner, was fair and jade-like.
Xiang Di never imagined that one day the boy she secretly liked would actively walk to her desk to bring her a cup of milk tea.
Bo Jiangxin had his back to the ceiling light in the classroom, and his whole body seemed to be enveloped in a halo of light.
Even from such a “deathly” overhead angle and backlighting, it didn’t affect his handsome face in the slightest.
Xiang Di couldn’t help but exclaim again, “He’s so handsome!” From his eyebrows to his nose and then to his lips, he was simply the greatest masterpiece of the Goddess Nuwa in this century.
Especially those cold, reticent lips, pink and soft—they looked so good to kiss. She wondered if, after a satisfying kiss, she would hear contrasting gasps from him.
In a few seconds, Xiang Di had already mentally conjured a complete domineering CEO drama. First, it was helpless: [You’re so handsome and you dare to strut in front of me? You have a death wish.] Then, greasy: [Are you testing me, hmm?] Then, doubly greasy: [Are you so confident I won’t do anything to you?]
Finally, ruthless: [Man, do you believe I’ll kiss your lips raw!]
Would no one control her?
Fortunately, this internal drama quickly concluded. Xiang Di quietly and reservedly thanked Bo Jiangxin and continued to transcribe her English essay.
Bo Jiangxin didn’t leave quickly; he stood at her desk for a while. His shadow fell on her desk, and Xiang Di couldn’t help but notice. She looked up again and politely asked, “Um, do you need something else?”
Bo Jiangxin opened his lips, his mouth moving slightly: “You…”
Xiang Di blinked, puzzled. At that moment, her inner thoughts were as blank as the innocent expression on her face, a big question mark hanging over her head.
A few seconds later, Bo Jiangxin said in a low voice, “Nothing.”
After returning to his seat, Bo Jiangxin held his temples, not wanting to speak. One misstep leads to eternal regret; how could he make such a basic mistake, even drinking the wrong milk tea? Why bother with the college entrance exam? He should just take leave and go home.
Before, he only needed to maintain physical distance from people. Now, unless he stopped coming to school for classes…
He shouldn’t have bought that milk tea.
No matter how much he regretted and sighed, it was useless now.
His mood was incredibly complex.
Bo Jiangxin finally pulled a tissue from his desk and silently wiped his lips, which were actually clean but felt as if they had been defiled by a certain groundhog.
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