Wuzhen is located in the south, where trickling water lingers in the mist.

Courtyards of varying heights fill the air with a tranquil and graceful air, exuding a gentle tranquility. This place nestles between mountains and water, with stone steps and a small path running through the town. A small river, called the Yuan River, flows through the town. Town residents claim it's an ominous sign, so families living near the river have moved away.

Only one house remains open, a rather conspicuous sight. Its white walls are stained, and the solid wooden door creaks when pushed. The white hands on the door frame complement the swaying wooden door, like a figure from a painting of a lady.

Her white dress, embroidered with pale blue patterns, fluttered slightly at the hem. Her long hair flowed freely over her shoulders. Her graceful, fair face, with a touch of childishness, was tinged with a rosy crimson hue. She was a natural beauty, but unable to get enough of her, she wore a hat, half-covering her head.

School had just started today. Su Qing woke early, locked the door, and walked slowly along the stone path, a graceful figure.

"Qing Qing, school starts today ah? " She left the long street and turned into the alley. The sake lady from the convenience store sat at the doorway, sipping her sake and squinting at Su Qing. The old lady was serene and playful.

Su Qing nodded. "Yes."

The girl had a beautiful voice, soft and clear, very pleasant to the ear.

"Qing Qing, get along well with your classmates when you get to school. Don't be afraid."

Seeing the girl nod, she put down her glass and glanced at Su Qing's back. She had been in this town for half her life, having seen through the mundane world of life. She had loved this girl from the moment she first saw her. She was gentle and endearing. She didn't know what sin she had committed. Alas...

The sigh was drowned out by the gentle breeze.

The alleys along the river were always winding and twisting. The morning tranquility made Su Qing's heart even more bleak. However, the misty sky was a little oppressive. She didn't like rainy days, so she walked faster... Just as she reached the alley entrance

A dark shadow in the fog blocked her steps. Before Su Qing could raise her head, a damp black shirt, stained with the smell of rain and dirt, covered her face.

Su Qing's body stiffened in the darkness. Her waist was gripped, twisted forcefully, her entire spine pressed against the wall.

A sharp, intense pain...

The iron wall couldn't be pushed through. A handsome, masculine face loomed before her eyes, hiding with her beneath a black shirt.

Su Qing was slammed hard against the wall by the sudden force. Under the eaves, the girl's delicate brow furrowed, her calm, fair face a blur of confusion.

The stunned girl stared at the boy before her, too startled to call out.

"Shh..."

He leaned against her in the corner, his wispy hair unable to conceal his unruly eyes. A gash ripped across his thin lower lip, the flesh protruding and bloody, a startling sight. He gasped softly, the skin at the corner of his throat rolling up and down, a prickly white. His aura thickly enveloped Su Qing.

Jiang Sui's eyes flickered to Su Qing. In the cramped air, he licked his dry, thin lips, the fishy smell of blood clearing his eyes.

Su Qing was trapped in Jiang Sui's embrace, her cool lips sealed by a pair of broad hands, the other gripping her slender waist. The rustling of footsteps reached her ears, signaling someone was approaching. Su Qing stopped moving.

Jiang Sui tightened his grip, allowing his hand to tighten.

"Boss, we couldn't find him."

"F**k, he actually let him escape." A fierce look pierced through half the wall.

He'd gotten in trouble.

Su Qing pinched the strap of her backpack, flinched, glanced at the boy, and pursed her lips...

As the sound of raindrops grew louder, the murmurs dwindled... the danger seemed to be over, yet it still lingered.

"Don't scare" The boy's voice, hoarse like gravel, somehow pierced the panic in the girl's eyes.

Su Qing looked up at the person before him. They were both cloaked in clothing, while he wore only a vest, supported by his muscular arms. The rain began to fall, a gentle patter, small drops splashing against Jiang Sui's trouser legs, damp and cold, yet Jiang Sui felt no chill at all.

Jiang Sui stared at her trembling eyelashes and released his hand from covering her mouth. A hint of warmth lingered on the girl's soft lips.

Jiang Sui slipped his hands into his trouser pockets, his expression grim. "Um..."

The words were lost in the water, and before he could finish, he was pushed against the wall.

Jiang Sui watched a small figure swaying unsteadily in the depths of the alley. He narrowed his eyes, rummaged through his trouser pocket, and pulled out an empty cigarette pack, which he irritably tossed into the trash can.

With a sly smile on his face, he looked at the footprints on his feet. They resembled cat paw prints, a curious sight

...----------------...

Su Qing hurried to Wuzhen No. 1 Middle School, her grip on the schoolbag strap only loosening slightly. She hadn't expected to see him so soon...

Thankfully, the rain wasn't heavy. Only when she reached the school gate did Su Qing's chaotic mind finally clear up a bit.

While this wasn't a top-tier middle school, it was still considered the best in town. Given this opportunity again, she had to seize it. Su Qing didn't dare slack off. Looking at the golden words "school," she breathed a sigh of relief. She was thankful she wasn't late.

Amidst the bustling crowd of students, a white pear tree stood at the school gate, its blossoms scattering in the wind, lingering in the air, their fragrance wafting through the air and soothing Su Qing's mood.

She walked to the gatehouse and asked for directions to the Academic Affairs Office. Soon, her homeroom teacher led her to her classroom, Class 1, Senior Year 3.

Perhaps it was the beginning of the new semester, so the atmosphere was a bit boisterous and noisy. It wasn't until the teacher arrived that things quieted down. The teacher leading Su Qing was Li Ran.

When everyone saw her enter, they instantly became like frost-bitten eggplants, completely unripe, with only quiet murmurs and mutterings.

"There's a female demon this semester! Oh my god, is this going to make us die?"

"The female demon has three things she's not allowed to do: skip class, leave early, and date..."

"It seems you've done a lot of homework." Li Ran's tapping on the blackboard faded the noise. "I have three principles: no skipping classes, no leaving early, and no dating. Otherwise, you know what I'm doing."

What do you know? Li Ran's brother is in a juvenile detention center. Students who don't study hard are given good food and drink, but they're sent to study socialist values and Marxism every day... Therefore, the learning atmosphere in Wuzhen is quite friendly. For such a small town, getting in is a real treat.

The school, in order to produce more good students, naturally turned a blind eye.

Su Qing, unaware of any of this, stood obediently at the doorway, head bowed, staring at her toes, silent and unassuming.

Until Li Ran turned to Su Qing and asked her to introduce herself.

Li Ran nudged Su Qing. "Classmates, this is Su Qing, who transferred to our school this semester. Please welcome her."

Su Qing looked up from the podium. She was so beautiful.

All eyes were fixed on the podium. Su Qing was a striking beauty, with delicate, porcelain-white skin and flowing black hair, a graceful and elegant look. However, her dark eyes were dull and lifeless, "My name is Su Qing."

She was beautiful, very beautiful, but her eyes were so lifeless that they made her appear rather dull and timid.

Third year of high school was dull and tedious, each class drowsy, yet the pressure to catch up was unavoidable.

When she first started school, Su Qing was assigned a seat in the second-to-last row by the door. Her deskmate wasn't there, nor were the students behind her. Everything was quiet and gentle.

Until the last class, the rustling sound at the door gave way to a louder commotion.

Su Qing could see the man just by tilting her head slightly.

The boy pushed the door open, his shirt still dripping with water. His hair, sparse and slightly damp, revealed a graceful demeanor that couldn't be masked even by his slightly disheveled appearance. His eyes were full of unruly energy. As he spoke, everyone's attention was drawn to him. He was a natural king, leaning against the corner of the last row of doors. A slight breeze blew his hair, and a broken mark marked the end of his sharp eyebrows. Even his school uniform couldn't hide his arrogance and evilness.

The boy pursed his lips, glanced at Su Qing lightly, and casually picked up his textbook.

His gaze met hers instantly. Su Qing calmly retracted her gaze and scratched her fingertips.

It was him, Su Qing recognized him instantly. He was in the same class as her. She resisted the urge to run away! Su Qing took a deep breath.

Su Qing had clearly not expected to see that person here...

She could sense that person's uniqueness in the class, a cold, arrogant air, an instinctive sense of danger.

She felt uneasy, pinching her fingertips. Su Qing took a deep breath and sat down, closing her eyes and suppressing her emotions, not daring to move.

Su Qing seemed to sense a subtle gaze from behind her, a feeling of annoyance and regret.

If only she had known, she shouldn't have stepped on him that morning.

Since he couldn't be dismissed or avoided, she might as well make the best of it. Fortunately, Jiang Sui didn't come to class often; it had already been a week since he'd been there. Everyone knew him more as the legendary figure.

Jiang Sui, that man, never once greeted anyone with a friendly face, never once initiated a conversation with anyone. Not only girls, but even boys were scarce. He was a black flower from the highlands, to be admired from afar but never touched. Poisonous and thorny, yet alluringly beautiful.

"Qing Qing, Qing Qing, come out! Come out! Come out to the balcony! Hurry!" Liu Ranran, with her chubby face, held potato chips in one hand and beckoned to Su Qing with the other. Something important was happening, and she called out to her with eyes shining.

The playground was in turmoil. Not only were the corridors crowded with students of all ages, but even the playground itself was packed.

It turned out to be a grand confession of youth.

In the turbulent years of youth, at this age of restlessness and shyness, there was a girl, stripped of her school uniform, wearing a black lace dress that didn't suit her age. She wore makeup, her long hair flowing, blown by the wind, and she strummed her guitar. A beautiful girl, she stood in the middle of the playground, gazing at that dazzling boy.

The music was awkward and clichéd, yet explosively unsettling.

"Jiang Sui, I... I like you!" the girl's anxious voice rang out.

The surrounding cheers and sighs contrasted with the silence that followed the girl's words.

On the playground, Jiang Sui's footsteps didn't pause, not even for a second. He continued on the same path, heading towards the classroom, as if the hero wasn't him at all. His cold eyes, unobstructed by the breeze, refused to allow anyone to scrutinize them. Zhou Shen's aloofness was almost imperceptible.

The incident, like a spice of boredom in middle school, ended abruptly. The girl abandoned her guitar and ran away, while the instigator calmly took his seat.

Everything seemed to have never happened, becoming a topic of conversation after dinner.

"Jiang Sui handsome is handsome, but this kind of person—no, not a human, but a god... too cold, a little scary. And the one confessing his love is Xu Miaoran, the top scorer in the arts exam."

Liu Ranran hunched her neck, picked up a chicken leg, and whispered to Su Qing. The girl was very gentle, and seeing Su Qing didn't react, she was quite charming.

Su Qing had curvy eyebrows and long, thin hair with a hint of sharp charm. Her white fingertips gripped the chopsticks, and she ate her meal intently, shoveling small portions into her mouth. Liu Ranran was stunned at first sight, and even more stunned at second glance.

"Qing Qing, Qing Qing, you know who I'm talking about, right? It's the one sitting behind us, Jiang Sui!"

Perhaps it was because Su Qing was too calm, a calmness that was a bit cold, that Liu Ranran puffed out her cheeks and took another bite of the chicken leg.

She sighed, "Qing Qing, I wish I were as pretty as you."

"You're pretty too, so cute," the girl said earnestly, blinking her eyelashes.

Liu Ranran had a cheerful personality, her chubby face always radiating a sweet innocence. She blinked, still dazed by Su Qingqing's compliments.

Su Qing then spoke, "Ranran, hurry up and eat! We need to prepare for the monthly exam in two days."

Senior year was a demanding and tedious academic endeavor, with endless exercises and exams.

Summer and autumn always bring constant drizzles.

Su Qing was still a little unaccustomed to it, so inevitably, she got caught in the rain again this morning.

Jiang Sui noticed her the moment she entered the room. Her skirt was wet from the rain, her shoes were a little muddy, and her soft hair was a bit messy at the side of her ear. She gathered her hair three times, pinched her schoolbag seven times with her fingertips, and lowered her head only once, then lowered it again, leaving half her face covered by her hair.

Su Qing sat in her seat. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she could feel a faint gaze from behind her.

She pinched her fingertips, trying to ignore the gaze.

She ignored the gaze.

But she couldn't ignore the note on her desk. Su Qing pinched her fingers, watched the teacher enter, and immediately tucked the note back into her desk, automatically ignoring the gossiping glances from her deskmate.

"Qing Qing, Jiang Sui threw you a note! Don't you want to take a look?" Liu Ranran blinked curiously.

"I guess it's thrown wrong." Su Qing, her eyes on her nose, her nose on her heart, pulled out her English textbook as she prepared for morning reading.

Her palms tightened. She didn't know, for some reason, why did Jiang Sui throw a note at her so early in the morning...

Maybe he really had thrown it by mistake.

At the end of class, Li Ran mentioned a word dictation to gauge the class's English proficiency.

Even with the wailing of ghosts and wolves, it was useless.

"Boys, girls, one each, go write on the blackboard. Anyone willing?"

The atmosphere in the class was low. No one dared to speak. It seemed that every time a question like this came up in class, the air was filled with silence.

Quiet as a chicken, eyes watching noses, noses watching hearts.

"If you don't have any, I'll call your name." That was the sentence she feared most.

"Teacher, I think we should let the new student up!" It was Hu Yifan who spoke, his mouth gaping in resignation as he mumbled. He'd been doing morning reading when he saw Sui Ge mean Jiang Sui throw a note to the new girl at the table in front of him.

"Otherwise, no one would know the new student's level, and we wouldn't be able to help each other. Teacher, test the new student, Su Qing."

Although everyone knew his English was weaker than a stone in a toilet, the idea of mutual help was a joke. Hu Yifan gritted his teeth and made it up.

Su Qing half-turned her head, blinked, and glanced at Hu Yifan. Her eyes were clear, and she had no idea why this classmate... seemed to be targeting her, a hint of innocence.

"Hu Yifan, you're not going to fall for that new classmate, are you? Helping each other, is that all you can do?!" The voice that started the taunting was Wang Chen, a classmate who had always been at odds with Hu Yifan.

Looking at the new classmate looking at him, Hu Yifan's face instantly flushed. So, the new classmate was so good-looking...

"No, teacher, it's not..."

"No, what, no? Hu Yifan, sit down and copy the vocabulary for this class a hundred times! Give it to me tomorrow morning." Li Ran glared at Hu Yifan mercilessly.

Li Ran was naturally aware of Hu Yifan's English proficiency.

Hu Yifan sat down resignedly, looking in Jiang Sui's direction.

Jiang Sui didn't even look at him. The boy's eyes were half-closed, a faint sneer on his lips. He slumped over the front of the table, propped up on one elbow, his hair ruffled slightly by the wind outside.

"Su Qing, would you like to have the vocabulary dictated?" Since they were already there, Li Ran casually asked Su Qing.

The girl's eyes lifted softly, and she instinctively wanted to shake her head, but Su Qing paused, then nodded and said, "Okay."

She murmured, very well behaved.

Su Qing went to the podium, her skirt still dangling at the foot of Jiang Sui's desk leg.

One group of boys, one group of girls.

"Who else wants to come up and write the vocabulary? Boys."

"Me."

No one could believe Jiang Sui would actually volunteer to take dictation. Everyone knew that Jiang Sui, despite his good grades, had a bad temper, didn't hand in homework, was late and left early, and even worse, but it seemed like nothing was wrong with him. It was as if all the rules became exceptions when he met Jiang Sui.

No one objected to this unexpected situation; everything was as it should be.

He was a lawless man.

The boy's starry eyes shone brightly beneath his wispy hair. His long legs stepped onto the podium, right beside Su Qing, a head taller than hers.

On that head, however, was a glaring hat. It was hers. Su Qing bit her lip and scooted slightly away.

Jiang Sui's eyes darkened. The finger holding the chalk snapped with a crack, and it fell to Su Qing's feet. It lay quietly in a domineering posture, brimming with the owner's anger...

Su Qing didn't know what had offended him, but she didn't dare move, being perfectly obedient.

The two of them stood in front of the blackboard and wrote the first word. Jiang Sui stood where Su Qing had written her name when introducing her. Before he could wipe it off, the boy paused and wrote the first word on her elegant handwriting.

The brush fell, and powder scattered, a tiny rustling sound. The wind outside the window blew Su Qing's long, black hair apart, a few strands drifting across Jiang Sui's arm, sweeping across it. The itchy springtime, it seemed, had begun right then and there.

The boy's handwriting was unruly and somewhat beautiful. It was Gothic, a style that could only be achieved through deliberate practice. Su Qing had read about it in a book.

"After school, go to the rooftop. I have things find you."

After finishing her dictation and putting down her chalk, Su Qing heard a deep male voice. It was a voice shared by two people, and he was quite close to her; she could even sense his nasal twang.

After he finished, Jiang Sui casually walked behind Su Qing. The tips of her hair were stained with white chalk dust, dotted with stars, a bit unsightly. He rubbed his fingertips with his hands in his pockets, his expression becoming a little more expressionless.

He and she were on the same stage, both of them had perfect scores. A fleeting smile curled Jiang Sui's lips.

"Jiang Sui is amazing."

"It's just that he doesn't usually go to the podium, and the teachers can't do anything about him."

After Su Qing sat down, her deskmate whispered to her, "No one in school dares to mess with him. He's amazing at everything."

"He's a good student and good-looking, but he just has a bad temper."

"But Qingqing, you're amazing too, so amazing! You also got perfect scores, and you even got all the dictation correct!" Liu Ranran looked at Su Qing with envy. Good students, good looks, and seemingly a good temper too!

"Qing Qing, if you don't know him, don't mess with him. He's a tough guy to mess with." Liu Ranran paused, remembering the note from that morning, and reminded her.

Her eyes were calm, and the hand holding the pen tightened a little. She could sense that boy was dangerous, very dangerous. His name was Jiang Sui.

She had just heard Jiang Sui tell him to go to the rooftop.

During recess.

Hu Yifan looked at Jiang Sui with resentment. "Brother Sui, ahhhh, do you know how many words that devil girl had to dictate this class? Copy each word a hundred times, Brother Sui." Hu Yifan gritted his teeth at Jiang Sui's unfeignedly handsome face.

Jiang Sui yanked the hand from his shoulder. "Stay away from me! Stop disgusting me."

But the fireworks caught Jiang Sui's piercing gaze, and Hu Yifan's words were choked back. "Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

Jiang Sui leaned lazily against the wall, squinting his eyes, not knowing what he was looking at, when a noise like a crow appeared in his ears again.

"Jiang Sui, I, I, I, there is a word I can't pronounce, can you teach me?" The girl in the white dress was very nervous, holding the textbook in her hand. She had liked Jiang Sui for a long time, and she had finally made up her mind... Although he rejected her confession, she did not intend to give up. The college entrance examination was about to begin, and if he was willing... she wanted to go to the same university with him.

"Who are you?" The boy's narrow eyes wandered aimlessly, his handsome face expressionless. Through the corners of his thin lips, he glared at the girl before him. The girl's face paled.

He didn't know her...

"Brother Sui, this, this, this—that's the one who confessed to you the other day." Hu Yifan stared.

Xu Miaoran looked at Jiang Sui nervously, her girlish thoughts visible on her face.

Jiang Sui's eyes wandered, drifting somewhere else. He paused, then softly uttered, "Oh!" Then, again, "I don't know her," his tone unkind. The girl swayed, a glimpse of her fleshy flesh. Jiang Sui, furious, added, "Move aside, you're blocking my view."

Xu Miaoran's face paled for a moment, bewildered. She stood there, then turned and began to leave.

"Wait."

Everyone thought something was happening. "Put your book away. I'm a germaphobe." A hint of disgust crossed his elegant, handsome face. It wasn't much, but it was obvious to everyone else.

He reached into the drawer and pulled out a disinfectant wipe, about to wipe...

Xu Miaoran's face paled. He grabbed the book with trembling hands and ran out.

"Brother Sui, wow, you're so cruel... You're so ruthless!"

"Don't lean on me. If you do, I'll chop your hand off!" Jiang Sui said coldly.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, I won't touch you. No, no, no." Jiang Sui's mysophobia was well known.

Everyone sighed...

"Xu Miaoran confessed her love twice and was rejected!"

"Oh my god, how cruel!"

Liu Ranran had long been immune to the constant stream of people confessing their love to Jiang Sui. She just listened to the commotion behind her and pouted. "It's so noisy! I don't even want to study anymore." She crawled onto the table, staring at Su Qing.

It's clearly because don't want to study...

"Qing Qing, do you think I'm being unreasonable?"

Su Qing shook her head and smiled, pursing her lips. She looked so pretty. Liu Ranran, a face-chaser, pulled a carton of milk and two packets of candy from her schoolbag and said, "Eat!" with a chuckle, stroking her hair.

So smooth...

But, Su Qing bit her lip. She still remembered something.

During the dictation, she heard him tell her to go to the rooftop...

Especially the look in Jiang Sui's eyes just now, as if to ask what would happen if she didn't go...

After school, Su Qing rushed out of the school gate. After all, it was Saturday and Sunday.

Yes, she didn't keep the appointment.

On Monday, the boy probably forgot about it.

Su Qing had just arrived and wasn't used to the dampness of the place, making her sleep uncomfortable. Furthermore, she had a particularly bad dream. Thinking of it, Su Qing frowned, a faint dark blue hue appearing under her eyes.

She had been having these recurring dreams recently. Su Qing got up and opened the window. Today was still a foggy day, with a fine, drizzling rain.

Su Qing pinched her nose and took a breath. The chill gave her an unexplained shiver. She went to the kitchen and began to boil some medicine.

Cough, cough, cough.

A heavy cough echoed. "Nannan, I can make the medicine myself. You can go to school, right?" Su Rao wasn't feeling well, and this weather was even worse for her. The damp air only exacerbated her illness.

Su Rao's words were filled with apology for her daughter.

The girl fiddling with the medicine jar tightened her grip. "It's still early." Her voice was clear and soft, refusing to be rejected. Su Rao knew Su Qing's temperament well. The girl, as gentle and soft as river water, possessed a stubbornness unbecoming of her age. Su Rao sighed softly and remained silent until the girl was about to leave. Then, she spoke again, "Qing Qing, get along well with your classmates at school."

She knew her own body all too well. The people here were simple and honest, and she hoped her daughter would live well and have a smooth life!

"Mom, take good care of yourself. Everything will heal if it can."

Su Qing's voice was so low and deep that it was hard to discern her emotions. With clear eyes, she carried the medicine bowl to Su Rao's bedside. Her face was beautiful and calm, making Su Rao feel both relieved and heartbroken.

"Mom sorry you..."

"Mom!"

The girl's brows furrowed, her eyes brightening slightly, her fingertips turning blue. "Okay, Mom won't say any more. Everything will heal. Our daughter says it can, so it can." Su Rao grasped the girl's hand and gently stroked it. A smile crept into her pale face, and she looked a little healthier.

Su Rao's illness wasn't anything serious; it was a heartache. She'd escaped that place, but the memories wouldn't let her go. Su Qing bit her lip. She didn't want Su Rao to leave her, not even for one more day.

Su Qing's heart was as still as a bowl of water. She just wanted to take good care of Su Rao and wait patiently for the college entrance exam to be over.

When she arrived at the classroom, the person behind Su Qing's seat hadn't arrived yet.

Su Qing felt a little uneasy.

She didn't go to the rooftop. Su Qing pinched the tip of her pen, her hair hanging down, half covering her face. She didn't know what would happen.

Until Liu Ranran arrived and whispered in her ear, "Qing Qing, let me tell you, that guy behind us yesterday broke the railing on the roof of our teaching building."

Who, if not Jiang Sui, broke the railing on the rooftop...?

Swish...

Su Qing's handwriting had a small scratch on it; the thin paper couldn't withstand it, leaving a small tear.

Liu Ranran didn't notice Su Qing's annoyance and continued, "Qing Qing, it's said someone on the rooftop was fighting with Jiang Sui for territory. I guess that's why the railing got kicked in."

"So I have a feeling Jiang Sui is in a bad mood. We'd better not provoke him." She kindly reminded Su Qing. Her gossip came from all over the place, but it was still very accurate.

Su Qing bit her lip and tilted her head, wanting to ask what to do if, it seemed, she had already provoked him...

As the saying goes, enemies often meet on a narrow road. Speak of the devil, and he will appear.

Unexpectedly, today Jiang Sui entered the classroom through the front door.

A boy in a school uniform walked over from a distance. His zipper was halfway open, revealing a beautiful white shirt. The top button was unbuttoned, revealing a strikingly handsome face.

Because it was raining, Jiang Sui didn't carry an umbrella. As he passed by Su Qing's desk, he deliberately shook his damp hair...

Tiny raindrops landed on the back of Su Qing's hand, the desk, and her textbook. Liu Ranran shrank back, glancing at Jiang Sui, not daring to speak.

Su Qing lowered her brows, pursed her lips, and with her slender arms, she reached into her schoolbag for a small handkerchief and handed it to Liu Ranran. "Wipe it," she said softly.

She had gotten herself into trouble.

Liu Ranran simply thought that voice was so damn beautiful... She wasn't just a face-lover, she was also a hand-lover, and even more so, an auditory creature. She needed little boys and little girls every day, amsr!

"Qing Qing, you're so kind... baa"

"Heh..."

With a cold laugh, before Liu Ranran could take the handkerchief from Su Qing's hand, Su Qing felt a touch of coldness brush against her fingertips. The handkerchief had already been taken away by Jiang Sui, who was standing in front of the table.

"Since the new classmates are so eager to help each other, I won't be polite."

His eyes fixed on her, the broken brows at the ends appearing arrogant and sinister, and there was a streak of blood on the tip of his nose. With a glance at her, Jiang Sui's breath turned colder. He took the handkerchief in his hand and sat down at his seat.

Meanwhile, the table had also been moved forward, leaving Su Qing with a smaller space. She pursed her lips, said nothing, and found two tissues in her bag before cleaning the water droplets from the table.

"Qing Qing." Liu Ranran had no idea what was ailing Jiang Sui, only that the demon king was not to be trifled with. "Are you alright?"

Su Qing shook her head.

Though it was raining in September, a sweltering heat permeated the air. She wore a flawless white dress, and Jiang Sui had just splashed quite a few drops of water on her.

The thin clothing, stained with water droplets, revealed a faint glimpse of her skin. Jiang Sui could see it immediately, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented irritation. He put the strangely fragrant handkerchief into his pocket, then unzipped his own clothes and, draping his school uniform over Su Qing's head, threw it all over her.

"Ah..."

The girl's voice was startled and light. Su Qing grabbed a handful of it, only then seeing it was a school uniform, white and blue striped. She could still smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke from it as she held it in her hands.

Pinching... at a loss, she gently turned her head, intending to place the clothes on Jiang Sui's desk.

The boy, now out of uniform, was wearing a simple white shirt, his sleeves unbuttoned. He rested his head on his elbows, leaning lazily. When she turned her head, he stared at her intently, her thin lips pale and colorless, his fingers lightly tapping the tabletop.

"Put it on."

His voice sounded incredibly overbearing.

...

Su Qing frowned, silently glancing at Jiang Sui with bewilderment. She quickly folded Jiang Sui's clothes, neatly placing them on the table, then quickly turned away.

That should be it, Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief. She pinched her fingertips, her heart pounding.

Soft as cotton, Jiang Sui held his breath, looking at the neatly folded clothes and pinching his brow.

Does he look ferocious, or something?

He poked the girl in front of him again with the tip of his pen.

Su Qing bit her lip, not daring to react, her eyelashes trembling.

After a moment, a small, curved piece of paper was tossed onto her desk, a tiny ball.

"Qing Qing, is this yours?" Liu Ranran could tell the person behind her was deliberately causing trouble, but she didn't dare to speak or ask.

Jiang Sui handed her another note.

Su Qing shook her head and casually put the note in the drawer.

The person behind her, seemingly impatient, gently poked Su Qing's back and tugged at her hair until she read the note.

"Your white clothes are wet. You don't know what can see, do you? ^-^"

Su Qing's spine stiffened as she stared at the water droplets on her sleeves. In southern weather, even the slightest bit of moisture was difficult to dry. She bit her lip, her face grimacing, at a loss as Liu Ranran handed her the clothes from behind. The faint scent of tobacco lingered at her nose.

"Qing Qing, put it on." Ranran, the mature student, clearly understood.

But, Jiang is a mysophobe!

Su Qing didn't think it was a big deal until get out of class was over, so she folded his clothes and put it on the seat behind her. Jiang Sui wasn't there, so she breathed a sigh of relief before Liu Ranran pulled her to the bathroom.

"Qing Qing, I think Jiang Sui treats you differently!" Liu Ranran blinked, her curiosity flaring.

Jiang isn't the helpful classmate. She pondered this all morning, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was amiss. Of course, her gossip couldn't be turned off.

"I saw the little note Jiang Sui left for you. Huh, huh, huh, Qing Qing, are you both .....?"

"And you're wearing Jiang Sui's clothes! Wow, if his suitors find out, Qing Qing, you're in danger!"

Su Qing shook her head. "That's not the case..."

"Don't talk nonsense..."

The girl waved her hands in embarrassment, while Su Qing glared at her, clarifying, "Okay, I get it. Don't worry, I won't say anything!"

The girl's gossipy nature, accompanied by an "I get it, I get it" expression, left Su Qing speechless. Helplessly, she could only look visibly bewildered, her face a pristine expression.

Jiang Sui, emerging from the men's restroom, had just witnessed this scene. He licked the back of his teeth and, passing the two, said, "It's not that. What's that? Hmm?"

Su Qing's face flushed instantly, her fair skin a faint pink. She pinched Liu Ranran's arm with her fingers, her pupils glazed. Then, stunned, she grabbed Liu Ranran and ran to the toilet.

Liu Ranran went in, and Jiang Sui hooked his arm around her.

She looked at Jiang Sui's arrogant and handsome face and couldn't help but pinch her fingertips. "Jiang, I..."

She hadn't even uttered an apology. It wasn't anything serious, and she didn't want him to misunderstand her. It didn't seem like she had provoked him.

But the ringing of the class bell interrupted Su Qing's words.

Her seat was right in front of his.

Jiang Sui could see it with a glance: a fair neck, a slender back, incredibly thin.

What kind of fate was this? A ripple, then a magnificent surge. Jiang Sui knew he was possessed, just like his mother.

Jiang Sui rubbed his fingertips irritably, even the soft cat paw prints on his feet began to itch. Something flashed through his mind, and an unknown anger welled up in Jiang Sui's heart, spreading throughout his body.

At this moment, Jiang Sui didn't realize it, but he had been poisoned at first sight, a poison that had taken root in his heart, never to be escaped.

If this isn't love at first sight, what is it?

Su Qing finally found peace.

She returned home, unfolded her English textbook, and prepared to do her homework when she saw a few words written on it.

Step on me?

Avoid me?

You know the milk tea shop in front of the school? I'll be waiting for you there for evening study tomorrow.

The writing was sharp and domineering.

Who else could it be but Jiang Sui!

Su Qing pinched her fingertips, knowing that this time, she couldn't ignore it anymore.

She rubbed her brows, glancing at the blue school uniform hanging on the windowsill. Her mind was in a tizzy.

"Throw it away after wearing it?"

Jiang Sui's menacing voice still lingered in her ears.

She was afraid, so she had no choice but to bring the boy's uniform back and wash it.

She bit her lip. That dazzling and dangerous boy—she couldn't afford to mess with him, and she didn't want to.