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No matter how much Classmate Qin promised, He Fang still wouldn't budge, and he had to helplessly let it go.
First, solve the problem of the one hundred thousand beans, then visit her house. She might change her mind by then.
"What time is it?" He Fang asked.
"A little past eight."
"How much past?"
"Forty minutes more…" Classmate Qin felt a bit guilty, really wanting to stay a little longer.
If they left before nine-thirty and sent He Fang back, there would be no problem. The school dormitory hadn't closed yet, and he could catch the bus back. However, the timing would be a bit tight.
He Fang glanced at him, "I'll leave in ten minutes."
"Okay."
Another good day spent idling in the room, Classmate Qin found that the two of them were indeed a perfect match, even having the same homebody trait—it made sense, after all, writing novels and drawing have many things in common, with most of the time spent staying at home creating, occasionally going out to find inspiration.
Ten minutes passed quickly, just as He Fang was getting up halfway, Classmate Qin hugged her again, "How about staying until nine?"
Aside from the chemical synthetic fragrance of shampoo and laundry detergent on her, there was a sweet scent reminiscent of creamy milk that he couldn't get enough of.
"Really clingy."
He Fang lay back down helplessly, pushing his forehead with her hand, and moved around like a little pup, always sniffing.
"Do you think we're being a bit...abnormal?" Classmate Qin suddenly felt the two of them were overly intimate. Do other couples act like this too?
He imagined Sun Wen holding the girl in the photo and doing the same things, and Classmate Qin found it funny, spat, and quickly erased the image from his mind.
"Especially abnormal," He Fang nodded firmly, thinking they had already gotten so shameless even before marriage. What if they couldn't control it?
Thinking of this, she glared at Classmate Qin, needing to plan well to prevent him from messing around and ruining things.
Classmate Qin thought it indeed wasn't appropriate for a girl to hang around in a man's bedroom all day, and it wouldn't be right if Qin's Mom saw it, "Then what should we do?"
"If you invite me out next time, let's go shopping?" He Fang suggested.
"Shopping…" Classmate Qin hesitated, thinking shopping wasn't as fun as cuddling, but reluctantly agreed, "Alright."
"Look at you, so unwilling." He Fang criticized, "If you don't like shopping, then forget it."
"I love shopping, love it a lot."
Whatever they did, as long as she was with him, it was good.
"Let's see if you still dare to misbehave outside," He Fang huffed, "If you dare bully me, I'll shout for help!"
"How do you define 'bullying'?" Classmate Qin asked, thinking he should be the one shouting for help.
"Depends on my mood."
"..."
Women could be so unreasonable.
The last few minutes passed; He Fang propped herself up and gave Classmate Qin a peck on the forehead, "Let's go, Classmate Qin."
Classmate Qin got up very reluctantly, fixed his wrinkled clothes, and prepared to send her back.
As He Fang tied up her hair and walked out of the room, not expecting Qin's Mom to still be sitting on the living room sofa watching TV, when she saw them heading out, she turned her head to glance at them, opened her mouth then closed it again. Witnessing the young couple idling in there so late, she feared making He Fang feel awkward and pretended not to see anything, returning to her show.
Really, watching TV so late… Qin's Mom complained to herself, then realized pretending not to see might cause He Fang to misunderstand and tried to ask calmly, "Heading back now?"
"Mm." He Fang blushed a little.
"Have Lin send you to the dormitory entrance, and if he dares to slack off, just tell me."
"I always send her to the dormitory downstairs, don't worry," Classmate Qin thought his mom underestimated him.
"Mm, that's the way it is," He Fang replied softly, secretly giving Classmate Qin a kick.
"Come over and play often, as Lin will send you back anyway." Qin's Mom paused, "You're not an outsider or anything."
She had to express this to prevent the girl from being overly shy and not wanting to come over again, which would be troublesome if she grew apart from Classmate Qin.
"Mm, I will." He Fang nodded, her face turning even redder.
"Let's go. It's getting late," Classmate Qin said, pulling He Fang out.
No matter how close they were inside the room, facing Qin's Mom together still made him feel a bit embarrassed, especially with them coming out of the room so late at night; it felt strange.
Hand in hand, they walked on the road. The air was slightly damp after the rain, and the street was even quieter than usual at night.
"You heard what my mom said, right? You're not an outsider," Classmate Qin was very satisfied with the assist from his mom, "If not an outsider, what do you think you should be?"
"What should I be?" He Fang touched her face; it was strange how it felt warm.
It shouldn't be.
"Of course, you'd be an insider!" Classmate Qin felt joy in his heart, "Do you know what being an insider means?"
"You tell me if I know or not!" He Fang glared at him, this idiot was getting out of hand.
"Heh heh heh." Classmate Qin chuckled foolishly, feeling everything was going well, "My mom really likes you."
"I know."
"You actually don't need to help with cooking; she still would like you." Classmate Qin felt he needed to mention this.
"I know."
"Oh, I forgot you're Teacher He, who knows everything."
Classmate Qin felt a sense of happiness rising and found everything pleasing to the eye, even the old streetlights seemed cute.
"Teacher He." He called again.
"Hmm?" He Fang looked at him warily, being called out so sweetly must have hidden intentions.
"I'll marry you home." Classmate Qin tightened his grip on her hand, "Did you know that?"
"..."
He Fang pursed her lips, "I know."
"Heh, of course, you know." Classmate Qin happily looked around and couldn't resist bending down, sweeping He Fang into his arms.
"Ah… what are you doing!" He Fang screamed, "Put me down!"
"No!"
Classmate Qin, as excited as a playful husky, carried He Fang and ran towards the bus stop.
Their shadows stretched long behind them, shortening again under the next streetlight, then extending once more, repeating over and over.
Every beginning of love was pure and intense, though it might gradually fade over time, turning into a subtle and long-lasting companionship or blowing away like the wind and losing contact—yet that initial spark of heart will always be etched in their hearts, recording the happiest past.
He Fang wrapped her arms around Classmate Qin's neck, her body slightly bumping with his running, a smile full of her brow and eyes.
"Classmate Qin."
"Yes."
"I love you."
"I know." Classmate Qin proudly lifted his chin, "Even if you didn't say it, I'd still know."
"Do you know you're quite the fool?"
"As long as you like it."
As long as he could bring He Fang home, he was willing to always be a fool.
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