It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 76

After the night of passion, the world was especially quiet, as if even the god of wind was guarding this peaceful little corner.

Holding the body of the person she loved most, skin against skin, cheek rubbing against cheek—sometimes their fingers intertwined, sometimes in half-dreams and half-wakefulness they kissed.

Satisfied little hums escaped from the nose. She turned onto her side, back facing her lover, only to be pulled close again from behind, as if a kitten had wrapped around her, her partner nuzzling affectionately against her shoulder blades.

Soon, finding a comfortable position in each other’s arms, they drifted back into a hazy sleep.

What exactly happened that night, Ye Wanjia did not record in her diary. She left only a single sentence—one that, even years later, would still make her blush when she read it again—

We watched three movies, from beginning to end.

At six o’clock, the dawn spilled across the earth. Birds stirred awake in their nests, chirping noisily as they flew out in search of food, announcing the start of a new day.

Inside the bedroom, the white lace-trimmed velvet quilt lay a little messy across the bed. The middle bulged higher than usual, covering two people.

Pei Suye was lying on her back, head tilted slightly to the left. Her slender brows arched gently, her thin eyelids closed in sleep. On her nose bridge rested a tiny cinnabar mole, faint in color, as if it too had dozed off with its owner.

To her left, Ye Wanjia lay on her side facing her, head nestled in the crook of Pei Suye’s neck, her chin resting there. One arm draped across Pei Suye’s abdomen. Her thick lashes rested like butterflies at ease upon her lower lids, and her lips curved faintly upward, as if she were reliving some happy dream.

Chirp! Chirp!

The birdcalls outside were sharp enough to wake the light sleeper.

Pei Suye’s eyes shifted faintly beneath her lids, then opened slowly, vision settling on the white-flowered ceiling above. She blinked in a daze for two seconds, memory flooding back—last night’s intensity—and her lips curved into a smile.

Her hand moved instinctively, only to find it clasped firmly by another, their fingers interlocked. Turning her head slightly, the first sight that greeted her was that serene sleeping face, a soft blush still tinting her cheeks.

Her smile deepened.

Chirp! Chirp!

The birds sang again, and Suye lifted her gaze toward the window. Behind the curtains, she could make out the shadow of a pair of birds perched on the sill, likely flirting in the morning light.

“Mmm…”

The person in her arms stirred at the sound, frowning faintly, raising a hand to rub her face, brows knitting in her sleep.

Pei Suye rolled onto her side and reached out to smooth the tiny crease between her brows. Then, tenderly, she pressed a kiss there—so light and soft that the only sound was the faintest brush of lips against skin.

“Mm…”

Like a kitten soothed, Ye Wanjia relaxed again, a soft hum of contentment escaping her throat.

Quietly, Pei  Suye eased her hand free from Ye Wanjia’s grasp, lifting her body little by little. Inch by inch, she slid out from under the covers, got up from the bed, and walked toward the window.

She pulled the curtains open just a crack, unlatched the window, and waved to shoo the two blue birds away. Inhaling a breath of the fresh morning air, she pushed the window wide, welcoming the breeze that had been brewing all night.

The curtains billowed under the morning wind, lifting in gentle waves like the dancers she once saw in that ballet performance in Russia.

By half past ten, sleepyhead Ye Wanjia finally emerged from her dreams.

Still with eyes closed, she instinctively reached to the side, whining softly with a nasal tone. She groped and groped, searching for the hand she had clutched all night—but instead her fingers brushed against a smooth thigh.

“Hm?”

She blinked open in confusion, only to find that the person who had lain beside her all night was already sitting up. Their eyes met, and the instant their gazes touched, love spilled thick and full. Then, memories of the night before flooded back, and she lowered her head shyly, rolling onto her side to hide.

“What’s wrong?”

Pei Suye chuckled, leaning down with a soft voice.

Her eyes fell upon the flushed red of Ye Wanjia’s ear. Propping one hand on the mattress, she bent closer, lips hovering near that ear. With her free hand, she flicked the pearl-like earlobe—so soft.

“Ahhh…”

The warmth of her breath tickled, making Ye Wanjia squirm, until she turned back around, covering the lower half of her face with the quilt. Gazing up at Pei Suye, her eyes brimmed with laughter.

“When did you wake up?”

She pushed lightly at Pei Suye, then sat up herself. A wave of soreness shot through her waist and legs, making her suck in a breath. Not wanting Pei Suye to tease her, she quickly changed the subject, her eyes falling on the tablet in Pei Suye’s lap.

“Looking at papers first thing in the morning, huh? Hmph. Seems like academia is more important than me.”

“Heh…”

Pei Suye laughed fondly, the sound low and warm. Closing the tablet, she set it aside on the nightstand, leaned against the bedframe with one hand propping her cheek, and drawled lazily:

“I’d much rather continue, but I was afraid someone couldn’t handle it.”

“Hey!”

Ye Wanjia straightened with righteous indignation. “What do you mean couldn’t handle it? If you hadn’t run out of stamina, I could’ve kept going!”

Her voice came out hoarse, and on the last word it even cracked—betraying who was truly the exhausted one.

“That’s true.”

Pei Suye, as always, humored her, though a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. “Let me show you something.”

“What?”

Smug from her supposed victory, Ye Wanjia tilted her chin proudly. But then Pei Suye casually unfastened the buttons of her fresh pajamas, pulling the collar open. On her smooth collarbone bloomed a thumb-sized mark of deep crimson.

“Hey!”

Ye Wanjia’s face flushed scarlet in an instant. Nearly leaping up, she fumbled to close Suye’s shirt, her grape-like eyes trembling wildly like bouncing marbles.

“Y-you—you…” Her words tripped over themselves, making her sound like that clumsy freshman version of herself again.

“You don’t blush, huh?”

“Who says I don’t?”

Pei Suye had woken two hours earlier, which gave her plenty of time to recover from the shyness of having shared her first night with the one she loved. Though it was her first time too, she carried herself with the calm of an old hand. Bracing on the mattress, she leaned down, lips brushing Ye Wanjia’s ear as she whispered:

“During that time when you nearly suffocated me, my face was burning red. But yours was redder. And later, when you—”

She was cut off mid-sentence by Ye Wanjia’s palm slapping over her mouth. The blush on her face spread up to her eyes, making her look like a flustered little rabbit.

“Stop it! Don’t say any more!”

Looking at her lover, Pei Suye froze for two seconds. Suddenly, she remembered: back when they had first started dating, she used to tease Ye Wanjia this way too—sneaking kisses at the last second before a camera shutter snapped, making her scold and flail in panic.

Just like now—her movements hurried and awkward, yet her gaze lively and full of overwhelming love.

Pei Suye’s teasing expression softened, her eyes melting into tenderness. Brows relaxed, eyes lifting at the corners, she gazed at the woman who stood vividly alive before her again—her lost and regained love.

Her stare was so intense that Ye Wanjia was struck dumb. Lowering her hand slowly, she accidentally brushed across Pei Suye’s lips before it fell onto the quilt.

The next moment, they spoke in unison, confessing the same words:

“Xiao Yezi, I love you.”

“Senior, I love you.”

The curtain fluttered open under the breath of the wind god, letting in the fresh scent of morning. Sunlight spilled lazily into the room, painting the floor gold. Like the strokes of a fine brush, it framed the two figures embracing at the bedside—long hair tumbling, quilt sliding—marking the first day of their new chapter together.

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