Chapter 12
For some reason, after being comforted with that one sentence, Mu Cheng cried even harder and louder instead.
Listening to Mu Cheng’s sobs, Zhong Yingzhi grew somewhat flustered and irritated. She could not help wondering whether her earlier “Stop crying” had been said at the wrong time.
Zhong Yingzhi struggled with herself for a long while, hesitating over how she should comfort her. In the end, she squeezed out one sentence from her mouth.
“You’re so noisy.”
The person who had been crying with great enthusiasm suddenly stopped. She lifted her head and looked at Zhong Yingzhi, tears blurring her eyes. The next second, she burst into loud sobs again, crying while scolding her. “How can you be like this? I’m already crying like this, and you still think I’m noisy.”
Zhong Yingzhi opened her mouth several times, but in the end, she still said nothing.
Mu Cheng choked out, “I need to wipe my nose. Do you have tissues?”
Zhong Yingzhi shook her head. “No.”
Mu Cheng pouted in grievance, then grabbed Zhong Yingzhi’s sleeve and, without caring about anything else, wiped all her tears and snot onto it.
Zhong Yingzhi looked at this scene, her pupils widening slightly and her brows knitting tightly. Several times, she wanted to pull her sleeve back, but in the end, conflicted, she did not actually do it.
Only after wiping her tears and snot clean did Mu Cheng finally let go of her sleeve in satisfaction.
Zhong Yingzhi looked at the damp stains on her sleeve. The corners of her mouth twitched, but she said nothing.
Mu Cheng wanted to stand up, but she had been squatting on the ground for too long, and her legs had gone numb. Her foot twisted, and she accidentally toppled into Zhong Yingzhi’s arms.
By accident, Mu Cheng’s head buried itself somewhere it should not have buried itself.
Soft and fragrant.
Zhong Yingzhi’s body stiffened, and she froze.
Mu Cheng also froze for a moment, then quickly pulled herself back, feeling a little awkward. “Cough, cough, cough. Um, my leg went numb just now. It was an accident. They’re pretty big.”
The moment she finished speaking, she regretted it.
What the hell did she mean, “pretty big”? Why had she said those three words? Had water suddenly flooded into her brain?
Zhong Yingzhi’s face darkened.
Mu Cheng laughed dryly. “Don’t be angry. We’re both girls, so don’t be embarrassed. When I said big, I was praising you. You understand, right?”
The more she explained, the more awkward it became, so Mu Cheng simply shut her mouth.
Zhong Yingzhi glanced at her bruised and swollen face. “I’ll take you to the infirmary.”
Mu Cheng nodded and moved one step, only to discover that her stomach hurt terribly. Every movement made her suck in a breath from the pain. After all, she had been kicked more than a dozen times earlier.
Zhong Yingzhi noticed something wrong with her and asked, “Can you still walk?”
“I’m fine. I can still walk.” Mu Cheng supported herself against the alley wall and gritted her teeth, forcing herself to hold on.
Zhong Yingzhi walked to her side. “Put your hand on my shoulder. I’ll support you.”
Mu Cheng hesitated. “Don’t you dislike other people touching you? Is it appropriate for you to support me?”
Zhong Yingzhi frowned, seeming somewhat angry. Her voice sank. “If it’s not appropriate, then walk by yourself.”
After saying that, she ignored Mu Cheng and lifted her feet to leave.
Behind her, Mu Cheng called out twice, “Hey, hey, don’t! Don’t go. Good sister, good sister, help me, help me. It’s appropriate, very appropriate. I shouldn’t have asked that stupid question. I was wrong.”
Zhong Yingzhi stopped walking. Her brows lifted slightly, and she turned back.
Seeing that she had returned, Mu Cheng let out a breath of relief. She had almost been left here.
But Zhong Yingzhi, who had returned, did not support her. Instead, she directly wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her into a bridal carry. Mu Cheng cried out in surprise and instinctively hooked her arms around Zhong Yingzhi’s neck.
“Supporting you while walking would be too slow.” Zhong Yingzhi awkwardly explained.
Even while carrying someone in her arms, Zhong Yingzhi’s steps were still very steady, as if it did not take her much effort at all.
Mu Cheng blinked several times and looked up at her. For some inexplicable reason, she suddenly said, “If you were a man, with this scene, I’d really want to pledge myself to you.”
The moment those words came out, Zhong Yingzhi’s steady steps trembled almost imperceptibly.
Zhong Yingzhi suppressed her emotions and warned, “If you don’t want me to throw you down, you’d better not talk.”
Mu Cheng nodded obediently. “Okay, I won’t talk.”
She had just promised not to talk, but in the next second, she stared at Zhong Yingzhi’s fluttering eyelashes and sighed in admiration. “Your eyelashes are so long. They’re so pretty. Oh, right, do people often tell you that you look like an elf? You know, that kind of really beautiful blue-eyed elf.”
Zhong Yingzhi’s expression went slightly blank, then her tone turned cold again. “With so much to say, it seems like you really want me to throw you down.”
Mu Cheng was startled, and the arms around Zhong Yingzhi’s neck immediately tightened. “Don’t throw me. I’m injured all over right now. If you throw me down, I’m guessing I’ll fall apart.”
Because Mu Cheng was afraid Zhong Yingzhi really would throw her down, she clung especially tightly to her. Her face was practically pressed against Zhong Yingzhi’s neck. When she spoke, her hot breath brushed against Zhong Yingzhi’s skin, tingling and ticklish.
Zhong Yingzhi’s throat moved. Her breathing stalled, her body stiffened, and her heartbeat thundered like a drum.
“I won’t throw you. Don’t stick so close to me. You’re strangling my neck,” Zhong Yingzhi said.
Mu Cheng did not believe her at all. She had already been thrown once before. Once bitten by a snake, one feared well ropes for ten years. “I’m not letting go.”
Zhong Yingzhi repeated coldly, “Let go.”
After being snapped at, Mu Cheng loosened her grip slightly, aggrieved and unwilling, trembling with fear that Zhong Yingzhi might really throw her out if she got unhappy.
Once Mu Cheng stopped pressing so close to her, Zhong Yingzhi let out a breath of relief. But while feeling relieved, she also felt strangely empty, and overall, she was not very happy. Because of this strange emotion, Zhong Yingzhi’s already cool face gained another trace of gloom.
Mu Cheng noticed none of this and asked carelessly, “Why is your breathing so heavy? Are you tired from carrying me for too long? If you’re tired, put me down first. I can still walk by myself.”
At this point, Mu Cheng uneasily added, “Put me down gently, though. Don’t just let go. Last time, you let go directly, and my butt hurt so much from the fall.”
Mu Cheng did not quite trust this person.
Zhong Yingzhi was too lazy to pay attention to her and continued walking forward.
With Zhong Yingzhi carrying Mu Cheng like this along the school’s main road, it inevitably attracted sidelong glances from their classmates.
“Isn’t that Zhong Yingzhi? Who is she carrying?”
“No way. Is that really Zhong Yingzhi? Doesn’t she ignore everyone? What’s going on? Who is that to her?”
“I don’t know. This scene is both rare and weird.”
“I know. That person is called Mu Cheng. She’s from the Chinese department and in the same class as me. I think she and Zhong Yingzhi are in the same dorm.”
“Oh, right, right. I remember Mu Cheng confessed to Jiang Zhengzhi some time ago, and Jiang Zhengzhi is pursuing Zhong Yingzhi. Now Zhong Yingzhi is carrying Mu Cheng today.”
“This relationship is a little messy. A love triangle?”
“My guess is that Mu Cheng couldn’t win Jiang Zhengzhi over, so out of embarrassment and anger, she went after the person Jiang Zhengzhi likes to get revenge on him.”
“…”
Listening to these discussions, Mu Cheng rolled her eyes. Why didn’t they go become screenwriters? They were really good at making things up.
The voices of discussion made Mu Cheng feel a little uncomfortable. “Um, you should put me down. With so many people watching, it’s kind of embarrassing. In public like this, it doesn’t look good.”
Zhong Yingzhi lowered her head and looked at the person in her arms. “Do you feel uncomfortable if you don’t talk for even one second? Are you a chatterbox?”
Mu Cheng: “…”
Zhong Yingzhi swept a glance around them, and the people who had been looking and gossiping immediately withdrew their gazes.
“So, who is this Jiang Zhengzhi they mentioned?” Zhong Yingzhi suddenly asked.
Mu Cheng could not be bothered to bring that person up. “Just some idiot. Not important.”
“So, you’re pursuing me because of that person named Jiang Zhengzhi?” Zhong Yingzhi suddenly asked again.
Mu Cheng was speechless. “No, Sister, calm down. They’re talking nonsense. You can’t take it seriously. Besides, I’m not pursuing you, okay? Put your heart back in your stomach. I don’t have any thoughts about you. I like men.”
Zhong Yingzhi gave a humph. “I was only joking.”
The corners of Mu Cheng’s mouth twitched. She silently thought, Your way of joking is pretty scary.
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