It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 42

At the end of April, the weather warmed, and the early cherry blossoms bloomed under the moonlight. Over the romantic pink petals lay a layer of purity.

Two figures embraced beneath the cherry trees—one wearing a long white coat, the other in a long pinkish-brown dress. Red and white, yet both equally full of affection.

Pei Suye’s height was exactly 1.7 meters, two centimeters taller than Ye Wanjia. Today, Wanjia wore a pair of low heels, so when they hugged, the tip of Pei Suye’s nose brushed against the soft top of her head, catching the fresh scent.

Her rapid heartbeat transmitted through the fabric of her dress, pounding against her chest. Pei Suye smiled softly, running her long fingers through Wanjia’s hair, and murmured:

“You’re this nervous?”

“Ah…” Wanjia was flustered, her pretty face flushed red. The overwhelming joy clouded her rationality. She could think of nothing but happiness—so much so that she answered anything without thought.

“Mm,” she admitted, then explained, “I didn’t expect you liked me too, so… I was really happy.”

Pei Suye pressed her cheek to Wanjia’s hair, brushing it gently, and said, “I thought I was obvious.”

“Ah?” Wanjia was confused. “Really? I don’t think so.”

Pei Suye smiled wryly. “Have you seen me be this nice to anyone else?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Hmm?”

“I mean, I haven’t.”

“Did you see it or not?”

A string of questions left Wanjia stunned. She replayed their conversation in her mind and finally explained:

“It seems… I haven’t seen it. But when you’re nice to me, I just assume you’re like this with everyone. After all, you’re the student council president—it’s normal to care about students in the college.”

Even though her friend Wei Xiaoxiao had repeatedly told her that she was special to Pei Suye, Wanjia’s habitual insecurity always gave her a perfect excuse.

Pei Suye lowered her gaze, infinite affection shining in her eyes. She tightened the hug slightly and softly admitted:

“Before, I wanted to get close to you but was afraid of being too forward and making you uncomfortable. Seems I should change that in the future. I do care about them, but for you, Xiao Yezi, it’s… love.”

The word love has a charm of its own. Although it appears frequently online and can numb the visual senses, hearing it spoken by the person you like in real life strikes the ears like thunder igniting the earth—sudden and all-consuming.

Wanjia nestled into her shoulder and murmured, “Can you say it again?”

“Hmm?” Pei Suye paused, realizing what she meant. She slowed her speech:

“I… love… you.”

Her soft voice was like a morning violin, the delicate strings trembling lightly, drifting through the morning breeze, gracefully dancing across the forest.

Distant footsteps interrupted their sweetness. Wanjia wrapped her hands around Pei Suye’s waist and whispered:

“How long have we been hugging?”

Pei Suye didn’t let go. “Don’t know… two minutes, maybe.”

Ye Wanjia sneaked a smile, her dimples showing. “But… someone seems to be coming.”

Pei Suye shifted slightly. “Then… shall we go back?”

They released each other. Ye Wanjia looked up, lips curving: “But we haven’t bought drinks yet.”

Wei Xiaoxiao had sent them out to get drinks—how could they return empty-handed?

Pei Suye, however, saw through everything and gently ruffled her hair: “She already bought the drinks.”

Ye Wanjia didn’t understand. “Huh? Then why did she ask us to come out?”

Pei Suye raised his eyebrows playfully: “What do you think?”

Ye Wanjia thought for three seconds, recalling Wei Xiaoxiao’s meaningful smile before they left—only then did she realize the purpose of the drink trip. She lowered her head, a faint blush in her eyes:

“Then let’s go.”

Back at the villa, everyone was cutting a birthday cake. Over ten people gathered around the large round table, waving and singing “Happy Birthday,” creating a lively, joyful atmosphere.

The two of them quietly joined in, unnoticed since everyone’s attention was on the cake.

“Xiaoxiao, this is for you. Happy birthday.”

After cutting the cake, Ye  Wanjia secretly gave the hand-made journal she had been preparing for nine nights to Wei Xiaoxiao. In Wei Xiaoxiao’s bedroom, away from everyone, they shared their secret.

“Oh my god!” Wei Xiaoxiao’s hands trembled as she flipped through the pages. “Ye Wanjia, this is amazing! Did you draw all this? And these photos, and the poems… every page! I’m going to cry!”

Ye Wanjia beamed with happiness, seeing Wei Xiaoxiao so pleased: “Mm, you take such good care of me normally, so I wanted to make it extra nice.”

“How long did it take you?”

“Not long… just secretly at night, while hiding from you. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“You really put your heart into it. I love it, thank you!”

Then Wei Xiaoxiao’s thoughts shifted:

“By the way, what about you and the president? How’s it going?”

At the mention, Ye Wanjia’s lips lifted involuntarily, her dimples sweet. What happened was obvious.

“Um…” She lowered her head shyly, sugar-sweet feeling flooding her chest. “Confession… happened.”

The first happiness was being with the person you like. The second was sharing it with your best friend.

“Really?!” Wei Xiaoxiao shouted, covering her mouth and stomping in disbelief. “Ahhh! You’re really together!”

She pounced, grabbed Ye Wanjia’s hand, shaking it wildly in joy. “See! I told you she liked you too!”

“Hehe.” Ye Wanjia was still immersed in the recent confession. “I didn’t expect it either. I was a bit nervous, but… she went first in the end.”

“Really?” Wei Xiaoxiao beamed even more. “Ye Wanjia, you know what this means? It means she likes you so much she couldn’t hold it back! This is even better than if you confessed and she said yes!”

Strong emotions collided with scorching youth, composing a symphony unique to summer.

They clapped, stomped, and chatted for a long while.

Then, a necklace pendant slipped from Wei Xiaoxiao’s collar. Ye Wanjia looked closely—it was a DNA double-helix structure, not one she usually wore.

Among their friends, only one person would buy such a purely scientific necklace.

“This necklace…”Ye Wanjia frowned, sensing she’d missed something.

Wei Xiaoxiao held it up with two fingers. “Oh, this? Xiao Yu gave it to me.”

Xiao Yu, Jiang Shiyu, the top student of their dorm. Once preferring solitude, recently she seemed to be ‘bumping into’ Wei Xiaoxiao often.

“You two?” Ye Wanjia raised an eyebrow. Her instincts told her what happened, but she still kept some restraint.

Wei Xiaoxiao openly admitted: “We’re together now.”

The energetic rich girl and the composed, hardworking top student—their contrasting personalities clearly sparked chemistry.

“Wanjia, this is my happiest birthday ever.”

Because she and her best friend both received confessions from the people they liked that day.

Meanwhile, in the garden downstairs:

Pei Suye was cleaning the remains from the barbecue, while roommates Xu Qian and Chu Lili came out to help.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Xu Qian was startled by her expression. “Why do you have that look again? Smiling like a flower—I’d think Judy from Zootopia confessed to you!”

This conversation had happened many times in the dorm. Chu Lili could even recite Pei Suye’s usual answer, mimicking her tone:

“Ahem, instead of gossiping, why not work on the plan?”

Xu Qian and Chu Lili reenacted their dorm dialogues word for word.

Finally, Pei Suye put down her work, draping an arm over each of their shoulders. The performance only stopped when she spoke.

“What?” Xu Qian asked.

Pei Suye’s smile didn’t fade. “Not allowed to mimic me?”

Her eyes answered definitively: “You guessed right.”

With that, she swept her sleeves and left, leaving the two frozen in place, minds blank, memories flashing back to the endless appearances of “Unbelievable!” in the casual games they had played earlier.

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