It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 86

“Um… I bought you some clothes.”

Ye Wanjia carried a chubby Minions plastic bag and walked toward the person who had just come out of the shower.

“Hm?”

Pei Suye had just finished bathing, her body still steaming with heat. Her long hair was coiled in a towel turban on top of her head, revealing a slender neck that resembled a ballerina dancing gracefully beneath a spotlight.

At that glance over her shoulder, her delicate neck twisted slightly, her cheeks flushed faintly pink, and her beautiful eyes turned toward Ye Wanjia. A droplet of water clung to her eyelashes like a pearl.

Ah…

Ye Wanjia sighed in her heart—How could senior be this beautiful!

Even though they met every day, even though they slept curled up in each other’s arms every night, why was it that her heart was pierced afresh every single day by that lovely face?

Was this what they meant by always new despite familiarity?

“Clothes?”

Pei Suye’s question sliced through Ye Wanjia’s inner ranting.

She lifted the plastic bag, opened it left and right, and explained:

“Didn’t I go shopping with Xiaoxiao today? I saw this coat—it looked so nice that I thought I’d buy it for you.”

“How sweet of you.”

Receiving a gift from the one she loved, Pei Suye’s lips curved up, her eyes crinkling with laughter. Carefully, she lifted the moon-white coat from the bag, held it up by the shoulders, and tried it against herself.

“It’s beautiful.” She lowered her head to look, but it wasn’t enough. She turned toward the full-length mirror at the entrance, liking it more the longer she looked. “Our little Wanjia really has good taste.”

After they got together, Pei Suye—the one who always seemed untouchable, the admired goddess—had become someone who often said these coaxing, affectionate words, each time leaving Ye Wanjia flustered and giddy.

“Hehe!”

Sure enough, Ye Wanjia immediately bounced up, hopped happily to the mirror, and switched on the hallway light.

“Try it on! I tried it earlier, it was a little big on me. It should fit you just right.”

Pei Suye slipped her arms into the sleeves, pulled the coat up to her shoulders, gave a little shake, and it settled perfectly on her frame as though tailor-made. Especially since she was wearing a blue slip dress underneath, the sky-blue trim of the coat’s edges echoed it beautifully, enhancing her elegance.

Her slightly broader shoulders made the coat fit exactly as intended. The lines along the shoulder seams extended smoothly outward, without the awkwardness it had when Ye Wanjia wore it.

“So pretty!” Ye Wanjia was delighted, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons. “See? My judgment was right. Your body—I measured it with my own hands, inch by inch. Of course it fits perfectly.”

Pei Suye chuckled indulgently. “Mm, little Wanjia’s judgment is never wrong.”

Saying this, she pulled Ye Wanjia closer, guided her hands around her waist, and crossed them at the back. Then, slowly, she did the same—wrapping her arms around Ye Wanjia’s waist, her thumb rubbing gently along her spine through the thin knit top, back and forth.

“W–what are you doing?”

The sudden intimacy made Ye Wanjia’s heart race. Her vision blurred as that beautiful face leaned close, forehead pressing against hers.

In an instant, their breaths mingled. She inhaled the heat of Pei Suye’s exhale, her ear twitching at the sound of a hushed murmur:

“This coat has such a nice cut and fabric. Wasn’t it expensive?”

Ye Wanjia’s eyes widened, but at such close distance, she couldn’t make out her gaze. Her pupils flickered helplessly as she denied:

“No.”

“Really?” Pei Suye’s voice was a soft lure.

“Mm.” Ye Wanjia swallowed nervously.

“Heh…”

A low chuckle rumbled from Pei Suye’s chest, striking straight into Ye Wanjia’s heart, dismantling her defenses one by one. “Who puts clothes in a plastic bag? And without any tags? Did you hide the brand on purpose, so I wouldn’t find out?”

Thump, thump, thump…

Her heart pounded an urgent alarm, and when she breathed in deeply, the faint rose scent of Pei Suye’s freshly brushed teeth filled her nose, making her pulse run even wilder.

“No.”

Thankfully, reason still barely held.

“It was from the discount section. They weren’t even planning to give me a bag—I put it in Xiaoxiao’s bag first, then later when I bought some water, I grabbed this plastic bag. Otherwise, with just fifty bucks, you think they’d give fancy packaging?”

Pei Suye half believed, half doubted. She drew her forehead back a little and searched Ye Wanjia’s eyes from a few centimeters away. Then she asked:

“Such a nice coat, on sale?”

The highest level of a lie isn’t fabricating everything—it’s mixing selective truths.

For example, “on sale”—that part was true.

Ye Wanjia’s tone suddenly grew firmer: “Of course. You know how it is—people here are usually bigger. Small sizes like this often sell out fast, so they put the leftovers on clearance.”

Was it normal for sizes to sell out? Yes.
Was it normal for leftovers to be discounted? Yes.

What wasn’t normal was Ye Wanjia’s sudden confidence when saying “on sale,” and the calm composure that hadn’t appeared on her face before.

Pei Suye saw it all but didn’t press further. She let her keep this secret—not only to honor Ye Wanjia’s thoughtfulness, but also for her own reasons.

“Then, as a return gift, I have something for you too.”

She released Ye Wanjia’s hands from her waist, stepped aside, and fished out a small egg-sized jewelry box from the coat pocket on the rack by the entrance.

“What’s this?”

Ye Wanjia held it in her palm, already guessing but not daring to think it through for fear of being wrong.

That size, that half-round silver velvet lid—she could only think of one thing.

That round, metal thing meant to slip onto a finger.

“Why don’t you open it?”

The night was quiet, and Pei Suye’s voice was like a cello played by a lakeside at sunset—warm, mellow, carrying a depth of affection.

Ye Wanjia couldn’t resist such a lure. Her heartbeat skipped, then raced faster and faster. Her gaze dropped again to the little box, her brows knitting unconsciously.

If she opened it now and looked up—would Pei Suye suddenly drop to one knee?

No, please not.

Although she really loved Pei Suye, and their relationship was solid, a proposal was a serious matter. It should wait until they’d both settled down—at least after graduation, once they started working. They were still students. Even though the lab gave them a monthly stipend, actual working life was still far ahead.

Pei Suye… surely she wouldn’t be so impulsive?

But if she really did propose, how could Ye Wanjia refuse?

And if she refused, would Pei Suye be hurt? Would she think Ye Wanjia didn’t love her? Would she get angry and break up with her?

How awful. Maybe instead of letting her misunderstand, it would be better to just say yes?

But no—Ye Wanjia only wanted this student time to be about love, about laughing and being carefree together. Just simply being together.

Changing their relationship so suddenly—it didn’t feel right. Especially since they were both under heavy academic pressure in a foreign land. She wasn’t ready for such a shift.

Her long hesitation left her standing frozen, the jewelry box unmoved in her hand.

“What’s wrong?”

Pei Suye’s eyes softened. She saw through Ye Wanjia’s hesitation. And it wasn’t the hesitation of surprise or nervous joy—it was the hesitation of not knowing whether to take a step forward.

“It’s just…” Ye Wanjia bit her lip, unwilling to hide her feelings but also reluctant to be too blunt and risk hurting her. After fumbling for words, she murmured:

“It feels… a little overwhelming.”

“Let me see.”

Pei Suye slid one arm around her waist, pulling her close until their stomachs pressed together, the box between their chests. With her other hand, she cupped Ye Wanjia’s face, noticing the way she averted her gaze. Her pupils shifted, catching the flicker of unease there.

Wanting to see that unease more clearly, she leaned in soothingly, resting her forehead against Ye Wanjia’s, her breath fragrant and warm as she whispered:

“Then… do you want to open it?”

Her voice was so low it was barely more than breath. She lowered herself, asking humbly.

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