It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 78

“What cat teaser?”

The moment Pei Suye poked her head out from the kitchen, Ye Wanjia jolted like she’d been electrocuted. Quick as lightning, she shoved the cat teaser under her butt and sat on it.

However, their sofa was leather. When that thing was pressed under her, the noise it made was even louder than in open air.

“Ahhh!”

A numbing shiver shot through her hips, as if she were sitting on the front hood of a speeding tractor. Ye Wanjia screamed, her head turning into a blender’s worth of mush, and then—she did something that only a complete idiot would think seamless.

She imitated the vibration with her mouth.

“Bzzz… bzzz…”

For a moment, the quiet living room was filled only with the duet of real and fake vibrations. Two people and a cat: one standing at the kitchen doorway, one sitting stiffly on the sofa, and Cheese the cat squatting on the floor, glancing back and forth with big round eyes full of confusion.

“Meow?”

Ye Wanjia’s face flushed red—whether from suffocation or nerves was unclear—looking very much like she was running out of oxygen.

Her voice was forced to the lowest pitch, her vocal cords grinding out a gravelly buzzing like stones rattling on a drum.

But Pei Suye, seeing her flushed, abnormal face and hearing the strange sounds, frowned slightly in confusion and asked:

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Bzzz-uhh… bzzz-uhh…”

Ye Wanjia tried hard to make machine noises, eyes wide, brows raised, lips tightly pressed, and in the midst of the thunderous human-made buzzing, she spat out one hurried line like scribbling on a college exam sheet:

“Nothing’s wrong! Bzzz-uhh…”

Nothing? And yet it sounded like a battlefield.

Pei Suye grew more suspicious. Tilting her head, she listened carefully. Beneath the layer of human buzzing, there seemed to be another sound.

“You—”

She stepped forward once in her cotton slippers. Just that one step made Ye Wanjia tense like facing an enemy, raising her volume in desperation.

“BZZZ! BZZZ-BZZZZ—!”

Her hand scrambled across the handle beneath her, finally finding the cursed button. She pressed hard.

Bzzzzzz—

The vibration didn’t stop. It got stronger.

“BZZZZZ!!! BZZZZZZZZZ!!!”

Pei Suye grew alarmed at her odd behavior, stepped closer, and asked:

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”

Why is she coming closer?!

Ye Wanjia’s whole body went stiff, her posture ramrod straight, eyes practically burning a hole through the floor to keep her away.

What could be seen was her dramatic buzzing.
What couldn’t be seen was, inside the white background of her inner world, a pitiful little Ye Wanjia sprinting down a road, two streams of tears flooding into the Yellow River, unleashing a cataclysm.

Click!

After pressing twice more, finally—just as she was on the verge of asphyxiation—the damned “cat teaser” went quiet.

“Ahh…”

Her body instantly relaxed, like an overinflated balloon suddenly deflating. Every pore seemed to breathe in relief.

Pei Suye stopped, her clear mountain-water eyes filled with puzzlement as she looked at Ye Wanjia sprawled starfish-style on the sofa. For the Nth time, she tried:

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Ye Wanjia looked like she’d just pulled an all-nighter at the gym, a sheen of sweat across her forehead. Her gaze toward Pei Suye was weak, but more than weakness, it was the relief of having escaped disaster.

“I’m fine.” Her voice was hoarse, damaged from all the buzzing.

Pei Suye, half-believing, half-doubting, pulled a tissue from the coffee table, sat beside her, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“But you looked really tense just now.”

“Huh?” — play dumb first.

“No, not at all.” — deny next.

“Uh, maybe I was just tired, hehe…” — make excuses last.

Pei Suye studied her carefully, lips pursed slightly. “If there’s something, you should tell me.”

Ye Wanjia shifted position, pressing down on the little bit of cat teaser still showing, then raised her clear eyes to meet hers.

“Of course. Of course.”

Of course I can’t tell you!

Pei Suye gazed at her for a while, then sighed inwardly at her stubborn determination to keep it hidden. She helplessly rubbed her messy hair.

“Alright, then I’ll finish cooking?”

Ye Wanjia nodded furiously: “Mhm, mhm, mhm!”

Once Pei Suye returned to the kitchen, Ye Wanjia quickly pulled the culprit out from under her.

Who could’ve guessed something so thin could unleash such high-frequency power?

Then she thought—what a waste.

She should’ve waved the thing right in Pei Suye’s face just now, demanding: We’ve only done it once, how come you’re already buying these little toys?

The one blushing, flustered, and scrambling should’ve been Pei Suye!

That woman was just too infuriating!

Fuming, she shoved the thing back in its box, snapped the lid shut, and tossed it far away.

Picking up her phone to check the time, she noticed an unread message—an audio clip from Alma. In broken but painstakingly precise Chinese, Alma said:

“Bu yong xie! Women na ge dou shi, Huo! Lei! Feng!”
(“No need to thank me! We are all… Lei Fengs!”)

BOOM—

A lightning bolt struck Ye Wanjia square on the crown, turning the delicate girl into a smoking black statue.

At last—the truth was revealed.

The detective who uncovered it, Ye Wanjia, coughed guiltily, rubbed her nose, and silently apologized to the innocent Pei Suye.

Who knew Alma would jump out halfway like that?

And how did she even know they’d done it?

What if they hadn’t done anything—what if it were still a pure, platonic relationship like in college?

But well, since Alma had been so “thoughtful,” the thing couldn’t just go to waste. She had to put it to good use.

Her eyes met Cheese’s. “Right? Don’t you agree?”

In the kitchen, just after sliding the pizza into the oven, Pei Suye froze. Her finger hovered over the button, ears ringing—

What? After all that buzzing, now she’s talking to herself?

She sneaked a peek from the doorway, her tall body bending slightly, suddenly feeling like she was the guilty one.

In the living room, Ye Wanjia was busily assembling a cat tree, one hand holding the base, the other gripping a support post, eyes glued to the instructional video on her phone.

Looked perfectly normal.

So what on earth had caused her strange behavior earlier?

Pei Suye prided herself on being quick-witted, yet she couldn’t figure out even half a clue.

Unless…

Unless, when they went to bed tonight, she kissed her until she was breathless and dizzy, coaxing her into spilling the truth?

At that thought, Pei Suye’s lips curved, eyes shimmering with laughter, satisfaction filling her as she pressed the oven button.

Two hearts, two schemes.

A few minutes later, Ye Wanjia entered the kitchen, looking troubled.

“Um, Senior…” She kept her gaze fixed on the oven, not daring to look her in the eye.

Pei Suye answered warmly, “Hm? What is it?”

Ye Wanjia drew a deep breath, then finally blurted out what she’d been rehearsing: “Yesterday you said, next time we do it, I get to start first. You meant it, right?”

Start first?

Pei Suye’s mind was still stuck on kissing as foreplay. After a second of thought, she nodded. “Mm, of course.”

Who would’ve guessed—before the words were fully out, Ye Wanjia leapt up like she’d been injected with chicken blood.

“Then it’s settled! No take-backs!”

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