Carrying My Senior's Coffin (GL) - Chapter 13

Hadn’t they already agreed on it?

Fang Yiyi looked at her blankly and let out a nasal sound: “Hmm?” Her brown, watery pupils fully reflected Li Ting’s image.

Soft, sweet, and unbelievably obedient.

Li Ting narrowed her eyes and kissed those pale lips.

It was just as she had expected. Although the appearance wasn’t the most appetizing, it was unexpectedly warm and soft, making her want to take more.

Li Ting was never one to deny herself. The moment the thought emerged, her nimble tongue pried open Fang Yiyi’s teeth, plunging straight in to conquer the territory.

Her hands weren’t idle either. She unbuttoned Fang Yiyi’s clothes, her palms touching the warmth underneath, pressing, kneading, gently caressing, and fanning the flames.

Fang Yiyi was completely stunned.

This wasn’t their first time in bed, but every previous encounter had been straight to the main event. Such foreplay had never been done, not even conceived of.

After the initial shock, Fang Yiyi was quickly swept away by Li Ting’s actions. She was dizzy from the kiss, her head swimming. Her body was being massaged, giving rise to a strange pleasure. Gradually, even her thoughts were no longer her own.

Li Ting propped herself up, gazing at Fang Yiyi’s flushed face. Seeing Fang Yiyi’s lips slightly parted and her eyes unfocused, she couldn’t help but curse, “Are you an idiot? Don’t you know how to breathe?”

Fang Yiyi awoke from a trance. The next moment, her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath. She covered her face, unsure if it was from shame, holding her breath, or some other reason. Her cheeks were unnaturally flushed. She whispered, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“So clumsy,” Li Ting said, then covered her again.

Suppressed breaths turned heavy as the two bodies intertwined, intimately entangled.

By the time the girl and the ghost ceased their activities, the sun was setting in the west, and the world was bathed in a warm orange glow.

Fang Yiyi hadn’t closed the curtains. She lay lazily on the bed with her limbs stretched out, watching Li Ting sitting on the windowsill. The sunlight shone on her, illuminating the fuzzy edges of her bright red clothes. Her black hair fell smoothly, seemingly completely dry. Her beautiful face was faintly pink, and she was staring motionlessly downstairs, seemingly watching something.

For a moment, Fang Yiyi was momentarily lost in thought. Li Ting, right now, looked just like a living person, not like a ghost at all.

Compared to Li Ting’s energy, Fang Yiyi felt as if she were dead.

She was physically and mentally exhausted, not wanting to move a single finger. Her phone was by her pillow, the screen displaying the paused, “playback complete” interface. She wanted to exit it, but didn’t even have the strength to reach out.

I’m going to die of exhaustion.

She couldn’t help but wonder, could she really last until graduation? Would she truly “die young”?

And she was so hungry.

“Senior Sister…” Her throat was hoarse the moment she spoke.

Li Ting remained indifferent, focused on the downstairs, seemingly not hearing her.

“Senior Sister!” Fang Yiyi licked her lips and continued.

“Hmm?” This time she heard. Li Ting turned to look at her, her face devoid of expression.

“I’m hungry.”

Li Ting chuckled softly: “You want me to get you food?”

“…” Fang Yiyi actually thought about that scene for a moment. It seemed a little surreal.

For the peace of Zhengling Women’s University, Fang Yiyi said weakly, “Help me order takeout. I don’t have the strength to grab my phone.”

Li Ting walked over to her side, picked up the phone, skillfully opened the app store, downloaded the takeout app, and simultaneously mocked her: “So weak.”

Whose fault is that?

Fang Yiyi pouted but didn’t say it out loud.

She also noticed that Li Ting was now walking on two legs, and her posture was elegant and dignified, statuesque and perfect. Her aura was utterly captivating, more beautiful than anyone Fang Yiyi had ever seen.

Fang Yiyi couldn’t help but think: It’s true that some people are so beautiful that you can’t take your eyes off them, even when they just walk.

She suddenly became curious. What kind of person was Li Ting when she was alive?

“Have you linked your bank card?” Li Ting asked.

“No…” She had just bought it. It was her first smartphone. She hadn’t set anything up yet.

“Card number.”

Fang Yiyi had an excellent memory and rattled off a long string of numbers.

“What do you want to eat?” Li Ting held the phone in one hand, tapping away.

Fang Yiyi didn’t hesitate: “Preserved egg and lean pork congee, and three cabbage and pork buns.”

“Mhm,” Li Ting said: “It’ll be here in half an hour. Go downstairs and get it yourself.”

“Okay…” Fang Yiyi’s eyes were shining: “Senior Sister, you’re so good with your phone, better than me.”

Li Ting gave her a disdainful look: “I’m not you.”

“Senior Sister is amazing!” Fang Yiyi’s praise was sincere.

“You’re just too clumsy.”

“No way, Senior Sister is just too amazing.”

Li Ting smiled: “Oh? In what aspects?”

“Every aspect is amazing! It’s just a shame you died too young.” Fang Yiyi felt regretful.

“Heh,” Li Ting chuckled. Her gaze shifted down Fang Yiyi’s body, fixing on a certain spot. She said mischievously, “Even in that aspect?”

Fang Yiyi didn’t understand at first. She followed Li Ting’s gaze and suddenly realized. She said awkwardly, “Senior Sister, you’re so naughty!”

The wicked senior sister, who had just teased her junior, let out two happy, soft laughs.

A while later, Fang Yiyi recovered a bit. Her voice was less hoarse, and she started chattering at Li Ting again.

“Senior Sister.”

Li Ting looked down at her: “?”

Fang Yiyi stared at the ceiling: “How did you die? Were you about my age when you died?”

“Why?” Li Ting smiled: “Are you trying to emulate me?” Having absorbed the vital essence, Li Ting was in a much better mood and was willing to chat with Fang Yiyi a bit more.

“Mhm… I heard people say,” Fang Yiyi said, “that only people with unresolvable obsessions become ghosts after they die. Either they have an unfinished wish, or they have deep hatred and can’t enter the cycle of reincarnation. I don’t think Senior Sister seems like someone who holds grudges.”

“Are you going to try to send me off to the afterlife?”

“Huh?” Fang Yiyi was utterly bewildered: “I can’t… I only know how to recite the ‘No Anger Song,’ ‘Don’t be angry, life is just a play…’ ” She bravely said, “Does that help? Should I recite a few more lines if it helps?”

“…” Li Ting questioned why she bothered talking to her. She said bluntly, “You look so silly. If I spend too much time with you, will your lack of intelligence be contagious?”

“Ah?” Fang Yiyi was stunned.

“Never mind.” Li Ting waved her hand and floated back to the windowsill, sitting on the ledge: “Stop talking. Rest well. Save your strength to go downstairs and get the takeout.”

Fang Yiyi obediently lay still: “Oh…”

Senior Sister seems to really like the windowsill…

She blinked, looking at the ceiling. The sunlight, refracted through the window, was a warm orange, like a wallpaper with a geometric pattern pasted on.

Fang Yiyi still felt a great pity. Someone like Li Ting must have been very popular when she was alive, right?

The newspaper with her photo and the headline “National College Entrance Exam Top Scorer” had once swept through the streets. Fang Yiyi, walking home from kindergarten, saw it no fewer than ten times on the five-minute walk.

Even though the printing was black and white, it didn’t detract from her beauty. She was picture-perfect, with bright, intelligent eyes. At first glance, you might mistake her for a movie star on the front page of an entertainment newspaper.

Half an hour later, Fang Yiyi slowly, step by step, went downstairs to get her takeout.

She ran into the Dean of Students.

Fang Yiyi: “Hello, Dean.”

The Dean of Students, surnamed Tong, was a young woman, under 30, and very beautiful—a highly accomplished, goddess-tier figure.

“Fang Yiyi?” The Dean seemed very surprised.

Fang Yiyi held the stair railing with one hand and the takeout with the other: “You remember me, Dean? Is there something you need here?”

The Dean smiled and said, “Pretty girls always leave a deep impression.”

Realizing the Dean was complimenting her, Fang Yiyi blushed. She said shyly, “I’m not pretty. You are beautiful.”

The Dean’s tone was amiable: “I was away for a study trip, and as soon as I returned, I heard you had an incident. Ultimately, it’s my fault for not managing things well, allowing students to behave so improperly. So I was planning to come and see you, and look, I ran into you before I even got there.”

Fang Yiyi was not at all familiar with the Dean. In a year and a half of university, she had only seen her a few times. She was instantly flattered and quickly said, “It’s nothing, nothing. How could it be your fault? I’m fine. See, I’m perfectly fine.” Saying this, she tried to turn around. Halfway through the turn, her waist hurt. She leaned on the railing, bent over, and hissed in pain.

The Dean was momentarily startled. She quickly stepped forward to support her. She looked at the top of Fang Yiyi’s head, her expression complex.

Fang Yiyi was oblivious. She only felt embarrassed: “I’m so sorry. I’ve made a fool of myself for you.”

“Nonsense,” the Dean smiled: “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ll walk you back.”

Fang Yiyi wanted to refuse, but she had exhausted every vocabulary word she could think of. She didn’t know what to say. If the Dean walked her back, the journey might be awkward, but the Dean was already helping her one step at a time. She truly didn’t know how to refuse.

The presence of a stranger made her extremely uncomfortable.

If Senior Sister were here, it would be fine, Fang Yiyi couldn’t help but think.

The weather was warm, and Fang Yiyi wore a short-sleeved top. The Dean was supporting her arm, and the Buddhist beads hung loosely on her wrist.

The Dean said, “Yiyi, are you wearing a bracelet?”

Fang Yiyi glanced at it: “Ah, you mean these Buddhist beads,” she didn’t know how to explain and could only say, “Yes.” And that was all she could manage.

“What is engraved on them? There are so many words.” The Dean seemed interested.

“It’s Buddhist scripture, I think. I don’t know.”

The Dean said, “Some of my ancestors were Buddhist believers, and I have a slight interest in Buddhist scriptures myself. Yiyi’s beads look a bit special. Could I take a look?”

Fang Yiyi felt a little panicked.

She absolutely could not let her look, but how to refuse was the problem.

Receiving no answer, the Dean asked her: “Yiyi?”

“Ah, huh?” Fang Yiyi apologized: “I’m so sorry, Dean, I can’t let you see it.”

Saying this, she pulled her arm back.

The Dean’s smile vanished instantly. Her eyes were deep and emotionless: “Why not?”

Fang Yiyi was extremely sensitive to emotions and naturally sensed that the Dean was unhappy. Her small face immediately wrinkled up in distress. She wanted to slap her own tongue for not knowing what to say, and inwardly roared: I knew it, she’s angry.

She bit the bullet and said: “This, this was a gift from a friend. It’s very important, so…”

“I’m not going to steal it. I’ll just look and give it right back,” the Dean interrupted her, her tone cold.

“Then, then…” Fang Yiyi extended her wrist: “How about you look at it this way? Please don’t take it off.”

The Dean didn’t move. She stared at Fang Yiyi without speaking, making Fang Yiyi’s scalp prickle.

Fang Yiyi shrunk her neck, feeling inexplicably afraid: “Dean…”

The Dean suddenly smiled, completely unlike before: “I was just playing with you, Teacher. Since it was a gift from a friend, of course you should keep it safe. Yiyi is a friend worth having.”

Her change of face was so fast that Fang Yiyi didn’t immediately recover. She said foolishly, “Ah… I see.” Did the Dean say she was joking? Then should I…

“Hahahaha…” Fang Yiyi let out a long string of dry laughter.

“…” She felt a bit silly while laughing.

The Dean said, “Yiyi is so humorous.”

Fang Yiyi: “…Haha.”

As they spoke, they arrived at the door of 404. Fang Yiyi sighed in relief, the first time she had ever been so happy to return to the dorm.

Finally.

“Dean, I’m here. Thank you.”

“Yiyi lives in 404?” The Dean didn’t leave. She looked up at the room number, her tone strangely benevolent.

“Mhm, yes.” Fang Yiyi scratched her head, without any intention of inviting her in to sit.

“I used to have a classmate who lived in this dorm,” the Dean said, not looking at Fang Yiyi but staring up at the room number, a look of nostalgia on her face.

Huh?

Fang Yiyi was momentarily stunned, and asked in surprise: “Wait, wait? Your classmate?”

“Yes,” the Dean sighed, her tone gentle: “A very excellent classmate.”

“Ah…” Fang Yiyi couldn’t help but wonder if it was Li Ting, or one of the five people Li Ting had killed, since five were rumored to have died before?

“Later, she moved out.”

“….Oh… oh… I see.” Fang Yiyi blinked, listening attentively.

“Haha, go on in. I’m leaving now. I’ll come visit you again tomorrow.”

“Ah, okay. Goodbye, Dean.” Fang Yiyi waved at her, but couldn’t help but think: No, please don’t come tomorrow either.

Fang Yiyi took a deep breath, once again lamenting that dealing with people was truly harder than doing ten sets of practice questions.

She pushed the door open: “I’m back.”

Li Ting sat by the window, saw her, and said, “Mhm.”

Fang Yiyi leaned against the wall, carefully walked to the desk, placed the takeout on it, and began to unpack it as she spoke: “I ran into the Dean of Students. She walked me back. She said she had a classmate who used to live here.”

“Is that so?” Li Ting tugged at the corner of her mouth, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips.

“I don’t know,” Fang Yiyi didn’t notice. She lifted the lid of the preserved egg and lean pork congee. The tempting aroma was incredibly appetizing: “It seems she moved out later.”

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Fang Yiyi: Senior Sister, watch me send you off to the afterlife! Life is just like a play, only fate brings people together in this life. If others anger me, I won’t be angry, for if I get sick, no one will replace me…

Li Ting: Get out!