"Ye Sanjiang!"

"You hate it so much!"

Jiang Wange leaned over her head. She waved her hand in disgust and fanned the air in front of her, then gritted her teeth and looked at the opposite side angrily.

Just as he was about to get angry, he was stunned for a moment.

Ye Sanjiang smiled gently. He picked up a meatball with chopsticks and handed it to Jiang Wange.

"Open your mouth, ah--"

The meatballs moved to her mouth.

Jiang Wange put his little hands on the edge of the table and looked at Ye Sanjiang in surprise.

He smiled softly.

Jiang Wange suddenly became at a loss.

"What are you doing?"

She looked away and asked knowingly, with a shy tone in her voice.

"Feed you something."

"Hmph, don't think I will forgive you if you do this!"

"Then I won't forgive me, but my hands are about to be sore."

Jiang Wange gave him anger and opened his mouth to bite it. However, Ye Sanjiang suddenly shrank his chopsticks back and then stuffed the meatballs into his mouth and chewed them.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at Jiang Wange, chewing his mouth with exaggerated movements.

"Bitch!"

Jiang Wange clenched his fists on the table angrily.

Ye Sanjiang quickly spoke: "I just tasted it for you, it's really delicious."

After saying that, he picked up another meatball and handed it to Jiang Wange, and said seriously: "I really feed you this, try it."

Jiang Wange looked down at Ye Sanjiang, then looked at him suspiciously, and his anger was inexplicably relieved.

She opened her mouth and leaned closer. Ye Sanjiang moved the chopsticks to the right at this time. Jiang Wange's mouth moved silly to the right. Ye Sanjiang moved to the left again. Jiang Wange had just moved two centimeters to the left, but his face suddenly froze. Finally, he realized that he was still being played with.

She raised her murderous gaze, Ye Sanjiang smiled, and began to seriously slam the meatballs on Jiang Wange's lips. She didn't open her mouth, Ye Sanjiang moved the chopsticks and gently hit the moist lips a few times.

"Open your little mouth..."

Ye Sanjiang spoke with great desire to survive.

Jiang Wange rolled her eyes and opened her mouth.

The meatballs rubbed through their teeth and rolled into their mouths. She chewed them, stopped and glanced at Ye Sanjiang, and she still saw a handsome and gentle smile.

Jiang Wange's face turned slightly red, she looked away and continued to chew.

When he looked over again, Ye Sanjiang had already left his seat and delivered his plate to the canteen aunt.

Jiang Wange looked at his back, chewed for a while, and suddenly shook his head, as if he had absorbed a lot of energy after eating this meatball.

Ye Sanjiang walked back after washing his hands in the sink.

"Eat quickly, I'll take you back to bed after you finish eating."

Jiang Wange raised his fist and said, "I'll urge you to hit you again!"

“Eat slowly.”

...

It is approaching mid-October, and Lucheng is a bit cool when it is at night.

The fallen leaves on the roadside were swept up by the cold breeze. The rustling sound was Ye Sanjiang looked down. Jiang Wange was still wearing a short skirt. She was wrapping her arms while walking on the road, and she obviously felt the coolness.

"It's getting colder, please keep warm."

Jiang Wange looked at Ye Sanjiang in surprise, then stretched out his finger and poked Ye Sanjiang's waist: "Suddenly caring, hypocritical!"

Ye Sanjiang turned his head to look at her, and smiled playfully, "Do you want to hear that you really care?"

"What is...really sensible concern?"

Jiang Wange stopped to look at him.

Ye Sanjiang was brewing for a moment and said, "Wear less short skirts. If you wear them, you won't touch my legs. You are prone to colds. You can wear stockings at least, but you don't even wear stockings. Then why are you wearing skirts?"

Jiang Wange rolled her eyes wide.

Ye Sanjiang stretched out his finger and pressed her eyes through his eyelids.

"It looks good to wear a short skirt, right? Then you have to show it to me too! When I see your legs, you will scold me for being a pervert, and it will be fine if others see it."

Jiang Wange was suddenly amused: "You are quite resentful."

Ye Sanjiang deliberately held back his laughter, with a tense expression, and spoke according to her words: "I am unhappy, I have to hold hands."

"I haven't held it today?"

"Nonsense, I have to remember this every day, and don't think of touching hands once a week."

"No matter how fierce you are, you won't be able to hold on!"

"If you don't hold on, break up!"

Jiang Wange was so angry that he stomped his feet, and his little hand slid into Ye Sanjiang's palm, and then skillfully filled five green onion-white fingers into Ye Sanjiang's fingers.

Ye Sanjiang smiled and glanced at her depressed look, gently swung her five-fingered arms, and walked towards the female bedroom.

"Get up a little early tomorrow, about eight o'clock."

"What's it... so sleepy."

"I want to prepare what I want to use for confession in advance."

"real?!"

Jiang Wange let go of Ye Sanjiang and looked surprised.

Ye Sanjiang nodded.

Jiang Wange lowered her head shyly, and she didn't forget to pound Ye Sanjiang's chest with her little fist, then jumped into the dormitory building.

Ye Sanjiang did not turn back until her back disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

Jiang Wange is often a heartless girl and a person who doesn’t know how to be romantic.

Ye Sanjiang is a person who is not easy to fall in love with others, but he knows how to create romance and has a delicate mind.

So he could have a good impression of Jiang Wange, maybe God was blind.

But just be blind.

The official confession that it should come will come sooner or later. Ye Sanjiang will not be careless about this matter. He can care about other people's girlfriends, and he must be even more devoted to his own girlfriends.

He had already made plans in his mind, but he didn't know if he could receive "increased favorability" from Jiang Wange during this period.

In short, Ye Sanjiang didn’t expect much. Jiang Wange was just a love idiot, and it sounded ugly. It didn’t matter whether he received surprises or not.

She only likes Ye Sanjiang in her youth, which is the most romantic thing she has ever done for Jiang Wange.

...

Saturday, October 11th.

Eight in the morning.

Ye Sanjiang looked at Jiang Wange, who was sitting opposite him in high spirits, and after eating a few bites of the buns, he couldn't help but look at her in surprise.

I thought she would be sleepy, but now she looks like she has had five cans of Red Bull...

Beautiful.

Jiang Wange was wearing a yellow floral dress today. The strapless breast on his chest was much lower than usual, revealing two white and greasy ups and downs, reminding Ye Sanjiang of the curve that the plane lifted when it took off.

She wore a sunflower hairpin that Ye Sanjiang had praised on her head, and her long hair scattered on her shoulders. When she met in the morning, she looked at Ye Sanjiang and smiled foolishly until now.

"What are you laughing at? I'm not going to confess today."

Ye Sanjiang couldn't help but speak.

The expression on Jiang Wange's face drooped instantly.

Sure enough, she thought I was going to confess today... Ye Sanjiang quickly lowered his head and filled in a few mouthfuls of buns.

"Then you yesterday..."

"What I said yesterday was to prepare some things to use for confession."

Jiang Wange curiously turned her little head over: "You secretly tell me if you confess it well. I will pretend not to know then. My acting skills are good!"

Ye Sanjiang pulled the corner of his mouth: "Today is just taking photos, taking a group photo at school."

"What?"
Chapter completed!