It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 43

When they had just gotten together, even their breaths seemed to taste sweet.

After taking a shower, lying on the bed, turning off the lights, and drawing the curtains, once the initial rush had subsided, memories returned—like the secretly accelerated heartbeat during the confession, or the hand that had comforted her awkward self, gliding over her head.

Even the feeling on her scalp—the tingling, almost electric sensation—felt intimate, as if it had just happened.

She opened her photo album and picked out a picture that had long been stored in the “Intimate Moments” album, setting it as her phone’s lock screen. Then she chose another one as her desktop wallpaper, accomplishing it all in one go.

In the past, thinking it was a one-sided crush, she had only dared to put up a self-drawn sketch as wallpaper. Once, a classmate in the literature club caught a glimpse of it and commented that it looked like the club president. She quickly explained, “Good-looking people all look alike.”

Now, she could do it openly.

Buzz!

A message popped up on WeChat:

[Su Ye: Are you asleep?]

Hehe.

Ye Wanjia sent a silly little smile in her heart, set her phone to silent, and replied, holding the device:

[Jiajia Go Go: Not yet.]

On the other side, Pei Suye had just finished drying her hair and lay on her soft dorm bed. Her gaze fell on those simple three words, and her mind pictured the dimples that appeared when the other person smiled, the warmth and tenderness in her eyes.

[Su Ye: It’s eleven-thirty, not sleepy yet?]

[Jiajia Go Go: Not sleepy, and actually a little excited [starry eyes.jpg]]

[Su Ye: Haven’t calmed down yet [pat head.jpg]]

[Jiajia Go Go: Of course not [crying.jpg]! Still feels like a dream, can’t believe it’s real.]

[Su Ye: Mm, I’m happy too.]

Seeing that message, Ye Wanjia excitedly sat up on the bed, leaning against the warm wall, staring at the word “happy” as if it had blossomed into a flower. Her fingertips tingled as she quickly typed:

[Jiajia Go Go: When did you start liking me?]

The first thing young couples talk about, or the first topic, is always a recap.

Pei Suye didn’t reply immediately. After a moment’s thought, she sent:

[Su Ye: I forgot. At first, I just thought you were special, then unconsciously wanted to care for you more.]

That clumsy Ye Wanjia—standing properly at military training posts, showing up first for strenuous cheerleading practice saying, “I’m not afraid of hard work, only afraid efforts will go in vain,” giving up her own financial aid spot to others while working part-time jobs herself—how could anyone not like her?

[Su Ye: And you? When did you start liking me?]

Facing this question, Ye Wanjia chose to confess fully.

[Jiajia Go Go: From the very beginning, I guess it might count as love at first sight.]

[Su Ye: You mean at the Freshman Ceremony?]

[Jiajia Go Go: Yes. You had to give a speech that day, wearing a skirt and a white lab coat—so elegant and pleasant to look at.]

At that moment, she even made up a line of poetry in her head:
“Without seeing Su Ye in white, where else in life could one find such a coat?”

Ye Wanjia wasn’t particularly skilled at poetry. Her strongest talent in the literature club lay in organizing events and conceptual thinking. Strictly speaking, her writing was ordinary, but sometimes, in a flash of inspiration, a single line could fall on the barren literary soil like a gentle rain, making her feel it was exquisite.

And then, it was memorized for a lifetime.

[Su Ye: So you had evil intentions all along.]

[Jiajia Go Go: What do you mean evil intentions? This is sincere emotion from a flower of our motherland, hmph ╭(╯^╰)╮]

[Su Ye: Back then, when I didn’t respond, did it make you a little disappointed?]

[Jiajia Go Go: A little, but when you respond once in ten times during a crush, it makes me happy for days. Besides, you’re not some icy, indifferent type—you’re gentle, so I was happy.]

In their respective dorm beds, holding their phones, corners of their mouths lifted high, they exchanged messages, and soon it was late into the night.

[Jiajia Go Go: Oh no, it’s 1:30.]

[Su Ye: Already? I didn’t even notice.]

[Jiajia Go Go: Hehe, me neither. First time chatting with you this long.]

[Su Ye: First long chat, because we’re together.]

[Jiajia Go Go: Really! That thought makes me even happier.]

Seeing the conversation show no signs of stopping, Pei Suye checked the class schedule and saw Ye Wanjia had an 8 a.m. class. She coaxed her to sleep.

01:58

[Jiajia Go Go: Okay, see you downstairs at 7 a.m. tomorrow.]

[Su Ye: Okay, I’ll wait for you downstairs.]

Her neatly trimmed thumb brushed across the screen, stroking the last words, heart softening as if she were soaking in honey.

Before she could savor it, another message arrived:

[Good night, little Yezi.]

Good night—such a magical phrase.

They had never said good night before, as in her mind, it was a ritual only for couples, marking the end of each day for someone you love.

Heart full and satisfied, Ye Wanjia scratched the spot over her heart lightly, itching strangely. She typed back:

[Good night, Senior.]

Satisfied, she put down her phone beside the pillow and lay back, completely relaxed, exhaling a long breath.

So this is what it feels like to be in love with someone you like.

A flash of memory: Pei Suye hugging her in the moonlight the other night. Her cheeks blushed, pulling the blanket over her face, then uncovering it in less than two seconds, eyes sparkling like grapes, dimples deep, flipping to lie on her side, subconsciously biting her thumbnail, quietly delighted.

The next morning, Ye Wanjia woke up at 5 a.m., the smile on her lips still lingering.

She lay a while longer. Hearing no sound from Jiang Shiyu, she knew it wasn’t yet 6 a.m. Wanting to check the time, she turned on her phone—but her attention was immediately captured by the photo of herself and Pei Suye.

Right, she was now Pei Suye’s girlfriend.

Hehe.

A not-so-smart but joyful smile appeared in her heart.

It was still over an hour until their 7 a.m. appointment.

Exhaling a sigh of mild disappointment, she gazed at the ceiling: Time, oh time, can you move faster?

Unable to fall asleep again, by 5:30 a.m., she couldn’t resist any longer and got up to freshen up.

If necessary, she could go to the early study garden for a bit and return at 7 to meet Pei Suye.

To avoid disturbing other roommates, every action was gentle, almost snail-paced.

The washroom at the end of the corridor was empty before dawn. Of course, she was there—early birds get the love worm.

Hehe.

Dorm lights off, using her phone flashlight to pack her bag. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she paused. Her hair looked too casual. With time still on her side, she tucked a strand to the right, braided a thin braid on the side, and clipped on a small yellow chick hairpin.

This way, the hair she washed last night looked less fluffy.

A girl beautifies herself for someone she likes—it really makes sense.

Stepping out of the dorm, the clock just turned 6 a.m.

Walking down the stairs step by step, she paused at the landing, her eyes catching the view outside the transparent window.

Her steps stopped, gaze fixed on that tall, elegant figure descending a bicycle.

A sea-blue plaid long skirt, a single-shoulder bag carrying a laptop, black hair in a fishtail braid, exuding elegance from head to toe, blending perfectly with the morning woods.

Who else could it be, if not Pei Suye?

She hurried down, sprinting without pause. When she reached the main entrance, he had already noticed her, smiling gently in the morning sunlight, eyes full of tenderness.

“Good morning, little Yezi.”

Good morning, good night—the wonderful rituals of a young couple.

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