A Chan – CH 101

Chapter 101: His Orange (2)

This time, Li Weiyi was really about to explode. Her face turned as red as a tomato. She pointed at him and said, “Have you no shame? You were awake, and you still wouldn’t open your eyes, eavesdropping on our conversation!”

Zhang Jingchan took his leg off her, sat up straight, and sipped his tea. He said, “What right do I have to wake up? He’s a legitimate ex-boyfriend with a proper title. I have nothing.”

Li Weiyi: …

She was so angry she almost laughed. She turned to leave, but Zhang Jingchan pulled her into his arms and made her sit on his lap.

Li Weiyi felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She pushed him away, saying, “Let go.”

He completely ignored her weak resistance. He held her waist with one hand and grabbed her hand with the other. He looked into her eyes, his gaze deep and probing: “In this life, you’ve protected me for eight years and stayed with me for eight years. How do you feel now that you’ve traveled through time?”

Li Weiyi’s heart skipped a beat. This man’s keen perception was frightening.

She started rambling, “I don’t feel anything. What could I feel? I am me, and ‘she’ is ‘she.’ When I come over, don’t I just cover ‘her’ up?”

But could she be believed by someone as shrewd as Zhang Jingchan? He stared intently, not missing a single change in her expression. He smiled and said, “Or let me put it another way—you, what’s your decision? Are you willing to be my girlfriend now? Although I have nothing right now, I’ll get it all back soon.”

Li Weiyi’s face flushed crimson, as if heat was rising from every bone in her body, threatening to cook her inside and out. She didn’t dare look him in the eye, as if a single glance would devour her. She thought angrily, how could she possibly date someone like him! He…he…he was a wolf that could easily chase a rabbit until it howled!

She jumped off his lap, tossing the clothes she’d picked out onto him: “Go take a shower first! I’ll give you an answer after you’re done! Go, go, go!”

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Zhang Jingchan came out of the shower; the house was quiet. He dried his wet hair with a towel in one hand, his gaze sweeping around before settling on the person curled up on the bed in the master bedroom, watching TV.

Her small face, though unadorned, was flushed as if she’d applied rouge. Zhang Jingchan smiled slightly, calmly walking into the master bedroom, noticing that her hand holding the remote control was even stiffer.

Zhang Jingchan sat down on the chair beside the bed and tossed aside the towel, and before he could even speak, she had leaped off the bed like a mouse, “whoosh—,” and dashed out of the room.

Zhang Jingchan: “…”

A dozen seconds later, Li Weiyi ran back, carrying a plate of sliced ​​oranges. She shoved it into his hands: “Eat fruit; a vegetable needs vitamins.”

Zhang Jingchan caught it, then she scrambled onto the bed, hugged her knees, and stared intently at the television, her face flushed even redder than before.

Zhang Jingchan glanced casually at the oranges on the plate, his expression suddenly changing.

The plate was filled with glistening orange slices, arranged in a crooked heart shape.

Zhang Jingchan stared at the oranges, then slowly smiled.

Li Weiyi’s heart was like a tightly strung harp string, ready to snap at the slightest touch. She had been watching his every move, and seeing him holding the oranges and simply smiling, his flushed face almost setting her ablaze. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Why aren’t you eating?”

Zhang Jingchan picked up a segment, as if examining a rare treasure, and replied, “A poor man suddenly becomes rich, and you gave me the whole thing. I need to think carefully about where to start.”

Li Weiyi was furious. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him: “You got a good deal, and you’re still acting innocent!”

Zhang Jingchan shielded himself with his back and his arm, protecting the orange, and said, “Don’t throw things around; this is my orange.”

Li Weiyi didn’t want to talk to him anymore. She felt that if she said anything more, he would tease her; after all, she had now gotten the real thing. She buried her burning face in her knees and turned her head away from him.

After a while, she secretly turned her head back and saw him eating the orange. He placed the plate on his lap, peeling it slice by slice, one bite at a time. He had already eaten almost half of the “heart.”

He ate intently, as if doing the most important thing in the world.

Li Weiyi had cut four oranges to make such a large heart. She hesitated. “Why don’t you stop eating? You’ll get too full later.” They had just finished dinner and returned home.

Zhang Jingchan didn’t look up; his brows furrowed. He ate two more slices, then shook his head. “Not a single one can be left.”

He then smiled, as if this ordinary plate of oranges were some kind of delicacy. He ate and smiled.

Li Weiyi had never seen him so happy, nor had she ever seen him act so foolishly. So she stared at him and couldn’t help but smile too. As she smiled, her eyes reddened.

She didn’t know why she was crying. It was something so joyful. But watching him intently eating the oranges, smiling and determined to finish them all, tears welled up in her eyes.

Tears blurred her vision. Zhang Jingchan finally put down the empty plate, went to wash his hands, and returned. He knelt on the bed, raised a hand to hold the back of her neck, and softly asked, “Why are you crying?”

“Waaah…” Li Weiyi sobbed, “Why did you have to finish the orange? It’s all your fault…waaah, you made me cry.”

Zhang Jingchan chuckled, got into bed, sat beside her, pulled her onto his lap, and whispered, “Why are you always so cute?”

Li Weiyi: “Hmm?”

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

It was an orange-flavored kiss.

Unlike the previous three kisses, he was no longer impatient, no longer fierce, but he wasn’t gentle either. His low breaths were filled with deep desire, completely overwhelming and possessing her from the first moment the kiss landed. Li Weiyi was like a soft little bird, held and cradled in his arms. Even with just a kiss, she could clearly feel that he wanted to possess her deeper, deeper still.

His hands, like branding irons, repeatedly caressed her waist and thighs. He lifted the hem of her clothes, his fingers, like mischievous imps, lightly and heavily tickling the soft flesh of her waist.

Li Weiyi laughed at his tickling and reached out to tickle him back, but he forcefully pressed her down with his chest. Their faces pressed together, eyes locked, they both laughed.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Li Weiyi’s eyes widened: “So fast? Saying ‘I love you’ on the very first day? That’s just perfunctory, Mr. Zhang.”

He quickly pecked her lips: “Say it.”

Li Weiyi feigned ignorance: “Say what?”

Zhang Jingchan rolled over, and Li Weiyi screamed, pinned to the bed. His arms were on either side of her head, staring at her: “Will you say it or not?”

Li Weiyi: “You’re forcing me to say that…” Before she could finish, he bent down towards her collar. Li Weiyi screamed again, laughing as she pushed him away, pleading, “I love you, I love you, I love you too, okay!”

He finally released her, lying down beside her and pulling her into his arms. Li Weiyi felt happier than ever before, so happy she felt like she was about to explode. Her heart pounded wildly. She smelled his light scent, listened to the strong thumping of his heart, and thought, “This is my boyfriend. From now on, Zhang Jingchan is my boyfriend. I am his girlfriend.” But why did this thought alone bring such a powerful, bittersweet feeling, so hard to suppress?

Then he said, “Weiyi, this is the first time I’ve said this.”

Li Weiyi gave a strong “Mmm,” looking up at him, her eyes brimming. He understood and gave her another deep, warm kiss.

Then he stared at her, as if wanting to hear something from her. Li Weiyi’s heart skipped a beat, she coughed lightly, and she looked embarrassed.

Zhang Jingchan’s face darkened slightly, but he had somewhat anticipated this. He pinched her chin, kissed her fiercely a few more times, and then smiled with a hint of satisfaction. His dark eyes fixed on her, he said, “From now on, no one will touch my wall, not even a tiny bit.”

Li Weiyi chuckled, adjusting herself comfortably in his arms, feeling a cool breeze slide down her neck. She took out the gold Buddha statue to show him, saying, “Your father gave me his family heirloom. We’re together today, so it’s not like I’ve let him down.”

Zhang Jingchan took the gold Buddha, his brows furrowing slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

Zhang Jingchan weighed the gold Buddha in his fingers, looking up at her. “My family has never had any heirlooms. I’ve never seen this gold Buddha before.”

“Ah…didn’t your mother wear it for decades?”

Zhang Jingchan said definitively, “My mother has never worn this.”

Li Weiyi was taken aback; both their eyes fell on the gold Buddha.