This was a message from the Drama Club president, roughly saying that for this year’s New Year’s Eve party, the Drama Club would perform a stage play at the Song Opera House, and the president had specially reserved roles for all four people in their dorm.
Not only that, but they wanted Song Qiuyu to play the Female Lead in the stage play.
Song Qiuyu clutched her phone, staring at the message, her beautiful apricot eyes suddenly lighting up.
As a freshman, the opportunity to perform on the Opera House stage as an actress was something she might never encounter even if she prayed for hundreds of years.
Let alone playing the lead!
She no longer cared that the lead role still had the character 女 (female) in front of it.
Her eyes sparkled with hope, growing brighter and brighter, shining so intensely it was almost startling—she was eager to give it a try.
Seeing how excited and thrilled the girl was, Jiang Xiao blinked in slight surprise.
But not long after, Song Qiuyu seemed to think of something else; her pupils contracted sharply, and she became utterly dejected, her expression turning deeply disappointed.
Her mood felt like a roller coaster, plummeting from the clouds down to the valley floor.
Jiang Xiao couldn’t help but furrow his brows, growing worried.
“What’s wrong? Your expression’s changing faster than Sichuan opera face-changing,” Jiang Xiao stepped forward, shortening the distance between them.
“This, uh…”
Suddenly, the close presence of a masculine scent, accompanied by a caring tone like fingers lightly strumming a zither, casually stirred her heartstrings.
Song Qiuyu felt a little uncomfortable all over, biting her lip.
Her slender body suddenly felt heavy, unable to move as freely as she wanted.
Somewhere in her body, heated by her period’s tide, made her heart tighten, and her bare foot in the fluffy slipper curled inward.
Before she could explain, swish—the phone was snatched from her hand by Jiang Xiao!
“Let me see.”
Jiang Xiao quickly caught the key phrases in the message from the Drama Club president: “New Year’s Eve party,” “stage play,” “Female Lead.”
Seeing Song Qiuyu’s reaction, he was moved.
Even though she had worn women’s clothing several times before, she was still reluctant to play the Female Lead?
“Jiang Xiao! Give me back my phone!”
Song Qiuyu snapped out of it and immediately lunged forward, reaching to snatch her phone back.
Then Jiang Xiao suddenly raised the phone high above his head, keeping it out of her reach.
“Jiang Xiao~”
Knowing her limits well, Song Qiuyu stood on her tiptoes and tried several times but still couldn’t reach it, so she quickly begged.
“Stop messing around, give me back my phone!”
“So you’re disappointed because you have to wear a skirt again, huh?”
Jiang Xiao enjoyed her coquettish tone, teasing her like a cat toy, raising and lowering the phone playfully.
“Are you looking down on me?”
Song Qiuyu kept tiptoeing to grab the phone while sneaking a glare at Jiang Xiao, feeling he was having too much fun.
“But isn’t that true?”
Jiang Xiao asked curiously.
“Of course not!”
Song Qiuyu puffed out her cheeks, clearly annoyed.
Not bottling up her feelings, she immediately lifted one foot and gave him a small kick, then straightened her chest and slightly lifted her chin.
“I’ve worn so many skirts already. How could I still care about being the Female Lead? You’re just underestimating me!”
The sudden kick didn’t hurt Jiang Xiao at all; instead, it tickled his heart, and inexplicably, he chuckled.
Through the girl’s clear apricot eyes, he saw a boy grinning mischievously.
Indeed, foolishness was contagious.
Fortunately, although contagious, the treatment was completely different—Song Qiuyu only twitched her mouth slightly, as if realizing that kicking him would only make him happier, and became even more aware that the person in front of her no longer saw her as the same gender… her face flushing deeply.
“I’m just disappointed because I don’t have time.”
Song Qiuyu clenched her hands tightly and suddenly felt the air under the same roof was too thin.
As classmates in the same major, the same class, sharing the same dormitory and close relationship, Jiang Xiao instantly understood what she meant.
“That makes sense. This month’s exam schedule should be coming out soon.”
“Besides next week’s CET-4 English test and those two courses, most other classes are finishing up, and exam dates are being set.”
“You also need time to train for the physical fitness test, and we haven’t even started filming the group project due before New Year’s.”
Jiang Xiao frowned, deep in thought.
Plus, Song Qiuyu still wanted to find time to look for another place to rent.
If she were really going to perform in the stage play as the Female Lead, an important role, she would undoubtedly need to free up a lot of time to participate in Drama Club rehearsals.
With that in mind, her schedule was indeed very tight.
At that moment, Song Qiuyu’s eyes shifted cunningly, and she smiled slyly.
Then she jumped up, took the opportunity to slash sideways, snatching her phone back from Jiang Xiao’s hand and landed smoothly.
But at that instant, a sudden, faint pain spread across her lower abdomen, causing her delicate face to change color.
“Ugh…”
She simply clutched her stomach and squatted on the floor, resigned—just that one jump caused pain; girls’ bodies were too fragile.
“Your stomach hurts? Why are you squatting? Come sit on the sofa.”
Jiang Xiao looked at her small head and immediately regretted his earlier childishness, reaching out to help her up.
“No need, I’ll be fine if I squat for a bit…”
Song Qiuyu frowned, her voice weak and soft, but after half a second, she realized what she’d said and covered her mouth.
She usually made an effort to keep her voice down, but it was too hard now, and she had no strength to suppress it.
The sound was ridiculous—could it really have come from her mouth? Hopefully, Jiang Xiao wouldn’t suspect anything…
Still nervous, the person in front of her suddenly squatted down and, for some reason, stretched out his arms toward her.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, Jiang Xiao’s strong arm wrapped around both her thighs, and his other strong arm held her shoulders.
Her feet lifted off the ground, and one fluffy slipper fell off.
Song Qiuyu was completely princess-carried.
“Uh…”
The shock of her feet dangling in midair made her almost instinctively wrap her arms tightly around Jiang Xiao’s neck, burying half her face into his sturdy chest.
She clung to him tightly, not daring to let go.
“Jiang Xiao, what are you doing?”
Coming back to her senses, certain she wouldn’t fall, she kicked her legs twice like a flustered hedgehog and knocked off the other slipper.
Her two white, jade-like bare feet struggled, the delicate toes and slender soles constantly moving.
“I’m carrying you to sit down.” Jiang Xiao said plainly.
With that, he carried her around to the sofa, bent down, and carefully placed her on it.
Song Qiuyu pursed her lips, lowering her gaze, her breath filled with Jiang Xiao’s scent.
He was too close, his warm masculine breath falling on her face and brushing her ear, teasing her like wolf’s-tail grass.
She couldn’t help but press her lips tighter, recalling just now, feeling like he might kiss her at any moment.
Her mind wandered, imagining being pinned on the sofa, kissed wildly by him.
Jiang Xiao, as if catching her shameful daydreams, suddenly looked at her thoughtfully and said, “Song Qiuyu, are you imagining things?”
Caught with her secret revealed, Song Qiuyu widened her eyes.
“Do you know how red your face, ears, and especially your neck are right now? When you’re shy, it always starts from your neck.”
Jiang Xiao stared intently at her and said.
Hearing this, Song Qiuyu caught a glimpse of that blushing girl reflected in Jiang Xiao’s bright, clear eyes and suddenly felt dizzy.
So red… is this really how she looks now? So embarrassing.
The last two times Jiang Xiao almost kissed her senseless, was she like this, or even worse?
“You’re not denying it, so you really were imagining?”
Jiang Xiao had already seen through her nature.
She didn’t reject his touch; she just wanted to run away and push him away because she was uneasy.
He needed to fundamentally solve this problem.
“I was imagining.”
Song Qiuyu honestly admitted she had been imagining him kissing her.
Jiang Xiao was a little surprised.
“Why are you so surprised? You just said those things and kissed me; any normal person would imagine it!”
“That’s true, because I imagined it too.”
“?”
Seeing Jiang Xiao’s expression completely serious and his unwavering gaze, Song Qiuyu’s brain briefly short-circuited.
She pressed her lips, unsure how to respond to this shameless playboy act.
She could only be grateful that today Jiang Xiao still saw her as Song Qiuyu.
“I originally thought you’d say you weren’t imagining at all.”
Jiang Xiao leaned back a little and sat beside her.
“You’re looking down on me again!”
Song Qiuyu used the slightly cool sleeve to cover her flushed cheeks and try to cool down.
“I’m being honest.”
Jiang Xiao wore an expression of “I see,” with a slight upward curve of his lips.
Feeling Jiang Xiao’s gaze fixed unwaveringly on her, Song Qiuyu bit her lip, restless, and the abdominal pain seemed trivial in comparison.
Come to think of it, wasn’t she being teased by Jiang Xiao, this little virgin?
Damn it! Just a little virgin, huh? Let you be smug for a bit. After all, you only get to tease your male dorm mate.
She used her sleeve to cool down, when suddenly Jiang Xiao handed a phone over to her.
It was obviously his own phone.
Song Qiuyu looked at it, puzzled.
What was he up to?
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