My classmate seems to want to have s*x with me - Chapter 67

The traffic was light at night, and the bus driver was probably rushing to get off work, driving a bit fast. When they arrived at the stop, the bus braked suddenly, and the inertia sent Qiu Yanzhen, who was taking her card out of her bag, lurching forward into Ding Chen’s back, her forehead hitting Ding Chen’s head.

“Hiss…”

Both of them inhaled sharply in pain at the same time. Ding Chen’s scalp was hit, so it was a little better, but Qiu Yanzhen wasn’t so lucky. Her brow bone knocked against Ding Chen’s head, and the pain almost brought tears to her eyes.

Since the bus had already arrived at the stop, they didn’t have time to stand there and wait for the pain to subside. One person cupping the back of their head, and the other covering their eyes, they hurriedly swiped their cards and got off the bus.

After stepping onto the sidewalk bricks, Ding Chen turned around, intending to continue arguing with Qiu Yanzhen properly, only to realize that the person behind her was covering her eyes.

Ding Chen couldn’t bother with the bit of resentment in her heart and anxiously went to check. “Did you hit your eye?”

“No…” Qiu Yanzhen was still in pain, her voice a bit nasal.

“Take your hand away, let me see,” Ding Chen reached out to pull away Qiu Yanzhen’s hand covering her eyes.

“Really, it’s not,” Qiu Yanzhen obediently moved her hand away. “It just hit above my eye.”

Ding Chen cupped Qiu Yanzhen’s face, looking left and right, her fingers gently stroking the slightly red and swollen skin above her eyebrow. “Here? It’s a bit red.”

Qiu Yanzhen flinched slightly because of the pain. “Be gentler…”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be gentler, I’ll be gentler…” Ding Chen said, gently blowing on it.

“…That doesn’t help at all.”

Ding Chen saw that she had put on a long face to blow on Qiu Yanzhen’s injury, and Qiu Yanzhen was still complaining. The grievance and anger that hadn’t been resolved earlier surged up again.

“A kiss will make it better.”

She was just about to scold her when Qiu Yanzhen interrupted, looking at Qiu Yanzhen’s red eyes with some tears welling up, looking pitiful. Ding Chen couldn’t bring herself to scold her anymore.

“…I don’t want to.” After saying that, she stopped looking at Qiu Yanzhen and turned to walk forward.

Qiu Yanzhen snorted coldly behind her, rubbing her forehead and following.

The two were silent all the way until they entered Qiu Yanzhen’s house.

“You’re back, honey, happy birthday!” Greeting them were Qiu Yanzhen’s father and Xiao Chen, wagging his tail.

Qiu Yanzhen forced a smile. “Thank you, Dad.”

“Ding Chen is here too. It’s so late, why are you still coming over?”

“We’re going to study,” Qiu Yanzhen said from the side.

“What books are you going to read at this hour?” Father Qiu frowned, unable to help but lecture Qiu Yanzhen. “Don’t think I don’t know what you were doing last week. Every time I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, I saw the light on in your room. I didn’t say anything because your sleeping schedule went back to normal this week, but don’t you dare stay up late again, you hear me?”

“Why would you pass by my room when you go to the bathroom?” Qiu Yanzhen muttered softly.

Father Qiu squatted down and patted Xiao Chen’s head. “I go downstairs to see Xiao Chen and pass by your room.”

“Oh.”

“It’s because my parents aren’t home that Yanzhen invited me over,” Ding Chen finally couldn’t help but speak up for Qiu Yanzhen. “I’m also here to celebrate her birthday.”

“Is that so? Then you two have fun. Although the university entrance exams are coming up soon, it’s important to relax appropriately. But don’t play too late,” Father Qiu instructed before going upstairs to sleep.

Ding Chen put on slippers and went into the room with Qiu Yanzhen. Qiu Yanzhen casually threw her backpack on the chair, gently placed the paper bag on the table, and then opened the closet to rummage through it.

A few seconds later, she took out a warm long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of sports pants and handed them to Ding Chen, who was sitting blankly on her chair.

“Here, these are for you to wear.”

After Ding Chen took the clothes, Qiu Yanzhen turned back to the closet to get her own pajamas.

“I really didn’t not want to,” Ding Chen said, holding the clothes.

Qiu Yanzhen looked at Ding Chen, who was sitting on her chair, staring straight at the tabletop.

Ding Chen felt a little wronged. “It’s you who didn’t want to.”

“I didn’t not want to.”

“Yes, you did.”

Qiu Yanzhen sighed. “You can’t just assume I don’t want to because I rejected you once.”

“Besides, even though I initially rejected you that time, didn’t I agree later? You were the one who said no.”

“You only agreed because I wanted to, not because you wanted to too,” Ding Chen tried hard to hold back her tears. She was really annoyed by her tendency to cry whenever they argued.

Qiu Yanzhen walked to the table and looked down at her. “What about after that?”

“What after that?” Ding Chen asked, looking at the wood grain of the tabletop.

“Why haven’t we done it since that day?”

“No time.”

“Tell the truth.”

Ding Chen replied stubbornly, “You had no time.”

“There’s always time if you squeeze it in, just like today,” Qiu Yanzhen said, a bit helpless.

“Today is your birthday, so it’s allowed,” Ding Chen said. “Dare you say you weren’t staying up late last week for today?”

“No,” Qiu Yanzhen replied very straightforwardly. “It was for today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.”

Ding Chen: “……”

Qiu Yanzhen softened her attitude. “Okay, okay, I didn’t have enough time, but we can still kiss, right?”

“When have I not kissed you?” Ding Chen raised her head and glared at Qiu Yanzhen.

“You haven’t not, but often when we’re halfway through kissing, I still want to kiss more, and you push me away and say, ‘No, we have to sleep,’ or ‘No, we have to study,’” Qiu Yanzhen glared back defiantly.

After glaring at each other for a while, Ding Chen looked back at the table. “I didn’t want to either…”

“What?”

Ding Chen’s voice was too soft, and Qiu Yanzhen couldn’t hear her clearly at all.

“I said! I didn’t want to either!” Ding Chen squeezed her hands. “What can I do? If we keep kissing, I’ll, I’ll want it, but you don’t want to, and you’re so tired every day. I don’t want to waste your energy. What’s wrong with me stopping before I really want to?”

As Ding Chen spoke, she couldn’t help but cry. She had endured so much hardship, and she was still being questioned about why she didn’t want to. Where was the justice?

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and the more tears she shed.

The unexpected answer made Qiu Yanzhen’s brain freeze. “I didn’t know. I thought you just didn’t want to.”

“You’re the one who clearly didn’t want to!”

Ding Chen’s tears dripped onto the table. Qiu Yanzhen put down the clothes in her hands, bent down, and leaned closer to Ding Chen. “Turn your face over.”

“No,” Ding Chen stubbornly kept her head down, her glasses covered in tears.

Qiu Yanzhen reached out to turn Ding Chen’s face, but was met with strong resistance. She changed her approach and used her fingers to wipe away the tears on Ding Chen’s cheeks, saying softly, “Don’t cry.”

Unexpectedly, Ding Chen cried even harder when she heard this. “Waaah, you’re being mean to me…”

“How was I mean to you?” Qiu Yanzhen felt the resistance weaken and tried again to turn Ding Chen’s face.

“You were mean,” Ding Chen sobbed and turned her head according to Qiu Yanzhen’s gentle force.

Qiu Yanzhen took off Ding Chen’s glasses and pulled out two tissues to wipe away Ding Chen’s tears. “Then tell me, did you misunderstand me?”

“I didn’t misunderstand you at all. You’re the one who misunderstood me,” Ding Chen said, sniffling.

“I didn’t understand things clearly. I’m sorry,” Qiu Yanzhen said. “But why do you keep insisting that I don’t want to? I’ve said several times that I don’t not want to.”

“Because…” Ding Chen paused halfway through her sentence.

“Because?”

Ding Chen’s voice grew softer and softer. “Because you just don’t want to…”

She lowered her head guiltily, wondering if she should confess about the sexual desire value thing. But then a thought jumped into her mind: since Qiu Yanzhen was so insistent, could it be that the sexual desire value was actually malfunctioning?

Ding Chen felt that it was a bit much for her to judge her girlfriend’s feelings based solely on a strange number that had suddenly appeared, without even listening to her explanation.

“Then prove it,” Ding Chen’s voice was weak, and she suddenly felt like she was being a bit unreasonable.

“How do I prove it?” Qiu Yanzhen asked patiently.

She looked at Ding Chen’s pitiful face, still wet with tears, and thought about the string of reasons Ding Chen had just given.

Something about wanting it if they kissed, and not wanting her to be too tired.

Qiu Yanzhen was good at grasping the main points. Ding Chen had rambled on, but it really boiled down to those two sentences.

Ding Chen glanced at the number above Qiu Yanzhen’s head. It wasn’t high, but it wasn’t low either, at least higher than when they entered the room. She pondered how to make Qiu Yanzhen prove it and glanced a second time. The number suddenly jumped significantly, startling her.

At the same time, Qiu Yanzhen cupped her face and kissed her.

Because Ding Chen had just finished crying, her breathing was still shallow, and she was immediately breathless from the kiss. Qiu Yanzhen kissed her lips twice more before saying, “That proof you just mentioned, can I take that as an invitation?”