Jiang Yumo, as the person involved, felt ashamed, extremely ashamed.
But her good friends Yan Qing and Sun Mengting obviously couldn’t empathize with her. They opened Jiang Yumo’s wardrobe and immediately started pointing and commenting on her pajamas.
“Top and bottom pajamas, and they’re covered in small flowers. Classic Jiang Yumo style.”
“Yumo, don’t you have any slightly more… you know, revealing pajamas?”
“The only nightgown she has goes past her knees and almost reaches her calves. Is that really okay?”
Jiang Yumo was getting anxious. She stood in front of the wardrobe, trying to block their leering gazes, and said firmly, “Stop it! Don’t judge my pajamas. And also, keep those thoughts to yourselves. We’re still students, students!”
Yan Qing blinked, “What thoughts?”
Sun Mengting burst into laughter, “We don’t have any thoughts. But Yumo, not to offend, your pajamas are too conservative.”
Jiang Yumo: “? But your pajamas are all like this too!”
Yan Qing shrugged, “But we don’t have prospective boyfriends, do we?”
Sun Mengting was always good at making sarcastic remarks. “Really? I thought you liked Zhao Zheng.”
Yan Qing was taken aback and immediately became furious. “Ah ah ah, who said that! How could I like Zhao Zheng!! I like…” She panicked, thinking about how Liu Ming lived across from Jiang Yumo’s house. “I like Liu Ming, that weakling, not Zhao Zheng, okay!!”
“?” Jiang Yumo saw that she had successfully derailed the conversation, which was a rare opportunity to make Yan Qing lose her cool. She immediately said, “Between Liu Ming and Zhao Zheng, if it were me, I would still choose Zhao Zheng. Also, you and Zhao Zheng have a good relationship, see, you even have Zhao Zheng’s phone number.”
Yan Qing was speechless.
—My goodness.
Yan Qing looked up to the sky and howled, “My boyfriend is Ji Eun-sung! Is Meng Taiyi, is Jin Yueye1! How could I possibly like Zhao Zheng?! Tui2! I won’t allow you to misunderstand my taste like this!”
Innocently, Jiang Yumo said, “Is that so? But you guys…”
Yan Qing said, “Say one more word and I’ll cut ties with you for ten minutes!”
“Alright,” Sun Mengting said helplessly, “Let’s get back to the topic. Yumo, which pajamas are you going to wear to meet your ‘Brother Duan’?”
Jiang Yumo : “…”
The attempt to derail the conversation failed.
“I’ll change my clothes,” Jiang Yumo decided to change into her regular clothes.
Yan Qing hadn’t recovered from the blow to her taste being questioned yet, and Sun Mengting laughed, “Then you’re treating ‘Brother Duan’ too much like a stranger. And wearing daytime clothes is so strange.”
Jiang Yumo looked down at her pajamas and said, “Well, then just go like this.”
It was still the same top and bottom style.
Half an hour later, Jiang Yumo’s phone rang. It was a call from Duan Ye.
He seemed to be afraid of disturbing her family, so he hung up after a couple of rings, followed by a text message that came in:
[Sender: DY
I’m downstairs your house.]
At this moment, Jiang Yumo was actually a little nervous.
He had come to downstairs her house many times before.
It’s just that… she wasn’t wearing pajamas at those times.
Jiang Yumo didn’t want to keep him waiting, so she quietly went out after receiving the text message.
At this time, Father and Mother Jiang were also watching TV in their room. The sound insulation of the old house was not good, so she crouched down, not even wearing slippers, barefoot on the ground, trying her best not to make any noise. When she left the house, she closed the door nervously, and then took a deep breath. She happily went downstairs in her slippers. With each step down the stairs, her heart beat faster, and she even regretted wearing pajamas to meet him.
Although the pajamas were not inappropriate, with a decent style and pants that reached her ankles, Jiang Yumo still felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort.
As soon as she went downstairs, she saw Duan Ye not far away.
Her face turned red, and she quickened her pace to reach him, awkwardly bringing up unrelated topics, “Where’s your motorcycle?”
Although Duan Ye was not the type of straight guy who only tells people to drink hot water, he was not particularly perceptive either. At least he didn’t think she looked any different from usual, as there isn’t any visual impact.
“I was afraid the noise would be too loud when I came, and it would wake up others,” Duan Ye replied, “so I parked the bike outside.”
The sound of the motorcycle was still quite loud.
Jiang Yumo just made a sound of agreement and didn’t say anything.
Duan Ye was holding a lot of takeout boxes, and suddenly he seemed worried as he said, “Can you carry them? Why didn’t Yan Qing and Sun Menting come down together?”
Jiang Yumo quickly came up with an excuse, but she couldn’t hide her annoyance, “I lost a bet, so I have to come down and get them. Don’t worry, I can carry them.”
She seemed to just notice the items in his hands and widened her eyes, “Why did you buy so much? We can’t possibly eat all of this.”
“I ordered cold noodles, pan-fried dumplings, and bubble tea,” Duan Ye said, “and also got some barbecue.”
“Just some?” Jiang Yumo was speechless. “Is this considered just some? There’s so much! Do you know how many calories are in all these fried, grilled, and deep-fried foods? Ah, I’m going to die.”
She wasn’t really someone with strong willpower…
If there was none, she could still bear it.
But now with so much food, can she just watch Yan Qing and Sun Mengting eat without joining in?
If she had such strong willpower, she wouldn’t be stuck with mediocre grades like she is now.
Duan Ye gestured with his eyes to another bag, “I also got watermelon shaved ice.”
He actually said seriously, “This is ice, so it doesn’t have calories.”
Jiang Yumo was stunned, then couldn’t help but chuckle, “What nonsense! Since when does ice have no calories? That’s absurd.”
Duan Ye looked at her and said, “It’s okay to eat a little bit.”
In the dim night, he dragged out his tone, “And if you don’t eat while they’re eating, wouldn’t that be pitiful?”
“Fine then.” Jiang Yumo smiled, “But this is an exception, really. Next time when they call you, just don’t agree, okay? It’s fine, just let them blame me.”
Duan Ye pondered for a moment, unsure if it was the atmosphere, but he seemed more charming than usual. “If I don’t agree, will they speak ill of me?”
Jiang Yumo was confused for a moment.
Then she curled her lips, saying, “I’ll just ignore them.”
She thought for a moment, then involuntarily added, “I won’t listen to anyone who speaks ill of you.”
Duan Ye smiled as he looked at her.
The two of them locked eyes under the moonlight, and Jiang Yumo was the first to snap out of it and reach for the takeout boxes in his hand.
But Duan Ye evaded her, “I’ll bring it up for you, it’s heavy.”
Jiang Yumo protested, “No, I can carry it.”
Duan Ye insisted, “I’ll take it up to the second floor and then leave.”
Jiang Yumo’s home was on the third floor.
Actually, Duan Ye could be quite stubborn at times, almost unyielding. Jiang Yumo knew she couldn’t argue with him, so she had to follow him into the building.
Fortunately, the corridor was quiet at this time, and there were no neighbors going up or down the stairs.
They quickly reached the second floor.
Duan Ye, true to his word, stopped in the corridor on the second floor and finally handed her the items in his hands one by one. As they exchanged the items, their hands inevitably touched. The audio-sensor lights in the corridor had also turned off, leaving the corridor dimly lit with only moonlight shining through the narrow cross window.
Jiang Yumo’s hair was still damp.
The shampoo had a cool, refreshing scent of mint, which was invigorating.
She felt quite uncomfortable, as if she were in a steam room.
Duan Ye’s deep voice sounded above her, “Are you really okay?”
Jiang Yumo nodded hastily, “Don’t underestimate me, I’m undefeated in arm wrestling!”
“Okay.”
After Jiang Yumo had taken all the items, she realized that they were actually quite heavy.
Did Duan Ye bring the entire snack street with him?
How exaggerated!
“Well,” Jiang Yumo said cheerfully, “I’ll go upstairs first, then?”
“Mm.”
Duan Ye remained standing in the corridor on the second floor until he heard the faint sound of the door closing on the third floor. Then he put his hand in his pocket and went downstairs.
There was hardly any nightlife in Ningcheng, so there weren’t many people on the streets at this time. Duan Ye rode his motorcycle and sped up, slowing down when he reached the busiest street. He stopped in front of a bridal photography studio. In the display window were two mannequins wearing wedding gowns, which had turned yellowish after years of display. Perhaps because the night was so beautiful, Duan Ye found himself staring at the wedding gown, imagining how beautiful Jiang Yumo would look in it.
ahhhhh !! i also want to experience being loved like that (😩) oh, i haven’t had boyfriend yet though
OH TO BE YOUNGGGG