Chapter 1216: Jealousy Doesn’t Suit You
Xi Siyan ignored Zhou Chengchen, but the tips of his ears reddened a little. His expression stayed as calm as ever, while the smile on Zhou Chengchen’s face grew even brighter.
Xi Siyan gradually started feeling a bit uncomfortable too. He was just about to say something when Zhou Chengchen suddenly put away her smile and spoke. "Xi, I’m telling you very seriously, you’re overthinking it. I only like you."
Xi Siyan’s hand holding the chopsticks paused for a second, then he calmly went on eating.
Zhou Chengchen didn’t say anything else. The two of them just ate quietly like that.
After they finished, Xi Siyan, as usual, went into the kitchen to clear the table and wash the dishes.
Suddenly, Zhou Chengchen hugged He from behind. His hands were covered in dish soap, and a bowl almost slipped right out of his fingers.
Xi Siyan had to use a lot of effort to force himself to calm down.
Zhou Chengchen wrapped both arms around Xi Siyan’s waist, resting her head against his back. She had taken off her school uniform jacket while eating, and Xi Siyan could practically feel the softness of her body pressed against his back.
Xi Siyan’s whole body went stiff, and right then, Zhou Chengchen’s voice sounded.
"Don’t be jealous. I don’t like anyone else, I only like you. Jealousy doesn’t suit you. The Xi Siyan I know always has everything under control, and is absolutely confident. So, don’t be jealous. In Xi Siyan’s heart, Zhou Chengchen should be his, someone he can’t get rid of no matter what. That’s how it should be."
Xi Siyan’s body tensed up again. He didn’t even blink, and his eyes were starting to feel dry.
All of a sudden, he dropped the bowl in his hand, turned around, and without caring about the dish soap all over his hands, grabbed Zhou Chengchen’s waist and slammed his lips down on hers.
He had no experience and was clumsy and awkward, while Zhou Chengchen was completely stunned.
How could there be a girl this silly?
How could there be a girl who likes him this, this much?
When the deep kiss ended, Xi Siyan still didn’t let go of Zhou Chengchen, absolutely refusing to let her run away like last time. His hand gripped her waist, holding her tightly in his arms.
Zhou Chengchen’s whole face was burning red, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out.
Xi Siyan’s embrace only grew tighter.
They were still young, still inexperienced, but their feelings were the purest kind of liking.
In the end, Zhou Chengchen still ran, only not as fast and frantic as last time. From leaving Xi Siyan’s place, to getting in a cab, to finally returning home, the flush on her cheeks never faded.
Curled up on her bed with her head buried between her knees, Zhou Chengchen sighed, then sighed again.
She reached out and touched her lips. It felt like they still carried Xi Siyan’s warmth.
Zhou Chengchen couldn’t help smiling. She felt like she really was the happiest person in the world.
Meanwhile, after seeing Zhou Chengchen off, Xi Siyan went back to his room, sat down on the chair, and also reached up to touch his own lips. He had crossed the line again, but in a situation like that, how was he supposed to hold back?
The corners of Xi Siyan’s mouth curved up a little as well.
Thinking about what Zhou Chengchen had said—jealous?
He had been jealous.
In fact, someone as rational as him knew perfectly well that the chances of anything happening between Zhou Chengchen and Liu Xiaoyu were almost zero. But "almost zero" wasn’t "exactly zero." That faint, barely visible possibility still managed to throw his heart into a bit of chaos.
She said he should be absolutely confident. Maybe he could be, when it came to other things. But when it came to her—something so full of his own feelings—how could he possibly be absolutely confident?