It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 74

For a high-level lab that produces papers every year, publishing an article usually doesn’t create as much of a stir as falling in love does.

Especially when the couple in question are two brilliant, beautiful women.

After Alma had suffered through human deceit, she drew a red cross in her heart over Ye Wanjia. But the next moment, she sank quickly into self-satisfaction—“Turns out my first instinct wasn’t wrong”—and, like everyone else, she turned into a dumpling, diving headfirst into the surging CP-shipping frenzy.

“So sweet! When did you two get together?”

“I always felt like there was something unusual in your eyes, thought it was just a crush, but turns out you’re really together!”

“Who chased who? You’re so busy in the lab, how do you even find time to date?”

“I bet it was Jessica! Don’t ask me why, I just feel like she’s the kind of person who looks calm on the surface but has waves rolling inside!”

Bored stiff in the lab, everyone crowded around the two of them, eager to dig out all the details of how their relationship began and developed. It was just like back in college, when the student council found out—everyone huddled in a circle, one person shaking a fan and playing Zhuge Liang.

Ye Wanjia, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on her, suddenly grew flustered. Her normally fluent English lost all its order, and for half a day she couldn’t squeeze out a single word.

Luckily, Pei Suye’s thoughts were clear (after all, she had imagined countless times how she would publicly introduce her little girlfriend). Gently sliding an arm around Ye Wanjia’s waist, she lifted her beautiful lips into a confident smile, her eyes shining brilliantly:

“She’s the apple of my eye.”

Ye Wanjia froze, turning to look at her—She is the apple in my eye? What does that even mean?

Or did she mishear? Maybe the word in the middle wasn’t “apple” but some rare, obscure word?

Around them, people squealed, clapped, and congratulated them. But Ye Wanjia secretly tucked away the question in her heart, not finding the answer until she was home later.

“You are the apple of my eye” = “You are my treasure.”

Plop!

A dewdrop slipped from the tip of a lotus leaf, falling into the still pond and rippling outward in soft circles.

“La la la, I’m the little paperboy, selling papers through wind and rain…”

Overjoyed, someone wrapped in a bath towel stepped into the bathroom, her honey-sweet voice rising with lighthearted rhythm.

In the living room, while answering a call from her boss, Pei Suyue paused, not knowing what Ye Wanjia was so happy about. But her mood was infected as well, like piano keys bouncing in tune.

She then replied to her boss’s question:

“Movie, Chinese movie.”

After all, it was a Chinese song—her American boss wouldn’t understand.

Ye Wanjia showered quickly. Partly because water bills in California are expensive, partly out of habit from her busy student council days. Including washing her hair, she was done in at most ten minutes.

Which was how, not even halfway through an episode of 2 Broke Girls, she was faced with a miserable discovery—

She’d forgotten to bring clothes.

Worse, she had a long-standing water-saving habit: when she showered, she collected the extra water in a basin and used it to soak her clothes.

Which meant the only thing left to cover herself with in the bathroom… was the towel she had just brought in.

Peeking the door open a crack, she stuck her head out. Pei Suye was still on the phone in the living room, speaking fluent professional English—probably discussing with her boss how to follow up on the latest paper.

Well… it’s not that bad, right?

I mean, I do have a towel.

Thinking this, she wrapped it around herself, covering from chest to hip.

The towel was thick and absorbent, soft, but not very wide. Cover her chest, and her hips weren’t fully hidden. Tug it down to cover her thighs, and her chest was only barely concealed—her cleavage completely visible.

Yes, ever since getting back together with Pei Suye, she had gained weight!

From a plain B- cup to a solid B+. If this kept up, she’d actually need to change bra sizes.

“Get your eyes off my chest!”

Max shouted this on the TV in 2 Broke Girls at a leering customer.

“Ahem.”

Ye Wanjia instinctively clutched at her chest and hurriedly shut off the show.

Her damp hair was wrapped in a towel cap, her body encased in a soft pink bath towel like a strapless dress. Her long neck curved like a swan, collarbones elegant, shoulders tucked in slightly. Smooth, tender skin pressed against the towel all the way down to her hips. Straight legs gleamed with beads of water, a blush rising from the steam.

It almost looked like she was both resisting and inviting at once.

Ye Wanjia shook her head quickly, trying to snap herself out of it.

But it was only March. The bathroom air cooled as the steam faded, and a shiver ran down her arms, goosebumps rising. She cracked the door open again—Pei Suye was still talking on the phone.

Now’s the time!

In the living room, Pei Suye was seriously reporting:

“There are two points that can be optimized in the promoter.”

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw a flustered figure dart from the bathroom into the bedroom.

Bare under the towel. And somehow, even more alluring than if she hadn’t been covered at all.

Her boss was still deep in research talk, asking:

“Which two?”

Pei Suye’s voice caught, stammering:

“I need to look up some… some, en… paper. I’ll send it to you later.”

She mumbled, all the while heading quickly to Ye Wanjia’s bedroom.

Inside, Ye Wanjia was scrambling to find the pajamas she had folded and put away yesterday. One knee on the ground, her upper body leaned forward as she rummaged in the bottom shelf. Because of her bent posture, her chest was on full display.

“Ah!”

She jumped, clutching at her chest when someone suddenly appeared at the door, grabbing a random piece of clothing to block herself.

“What are you doing here!”

Her beautiful almond eyes widened in panic. Dark pupils trembled like freshly washed grapes, glazed and fragile like a startled fawn.

Too beautiful.

Pei Suye quickly yanked the curtains shut. “Aren’t you cold?”

She pulled her gently up by the shoulders and sat her on the bed, tucking the quilt around her into a little bundle. Then she turned on the heater. Only after all this did she slow down, softly asking:

“Which pajamas are you looking for?”

Her voice trembled slightly. Probably from the suddenness of the whole situation. But there was also a chance—thirty percent, no, maybe eighty—that it was from seeing her little Ye in nothing but a towel. The pale skin, the long legs… all burned into her eyes.

They were both young and burning with passion—one twenty-five, the other twenty-three. Their deepest intimacy so far had only been kissing.

But in moments like this, under the moonlight, a kiss was no longer enough to quench the fire in their hearts.

Ye Wanjia bowed her head, cheeks flushed scarlet, her lashes trembling in the lamplight. She mumbled softly:

“Just the bear pajamas… the one you bought me.”

“Oh… where is it?”

Pei Suye hesitated, crouching down to search through the neatly folded clothes. Her palm brushed against the fabric, but her mind replayed the feel of Ye Wanjia’s shoulder under her hand just moments ago, when she had lifted her onto the bed—the accidental touch of soft skin against her forearm.

A wind chime stirred in the breeze. Above the bed and below, both women’s thoughts were restless. Like two people walking toward each other across a glass bridge, stopping just short, testing, waiting, cautious—hoping the other would take that final step.

Ye Wanjia stayed silent, body curled up, legs tucked, head pressed against her knees as though she wanted to disappear. After a long while, her voice came, soft as a mosquito’s hum:

“If you hold me… I won’t feel cold.”

Ding!

The microwave beeped, ending its timer.

Pei Suye’s hand froze mid-search, her slender fingers trembling, lips tightening as she swallowed hard, lowering her gaze.

“Little Ye… don’t say things that will make me misunderstand.”

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