It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 87

At ten in the evening, in the veterinary medicine lab’s graduate dormitory building, on the second-floor entryway, two silhouettes embraced.

The full-length mirror reflected their graceful figures. Light from the ceiling shone down, like a saint’s halo, wrapping them in a layer of holiness.

No darkness.
No secrets.
No knots in their hearts.

Feeling the warmth of the other’s forehead against hers, Ye Wanjia bit the inside of her cheek and confessed softly:

“I don’t dare to open it.”

Her lashes lowered, fluttering like a butterfly about to take flight, cutting off a sliver of light.

Sometimes, to understand someone, no words or direct eye contact were needed. That shy avoidance, the trembling lashes, together with the awkwardness from a moment ago—all of it was caught perfectly in Pei Suye’s eyes.

In that instant, she understood her anxiety.

Smiling faintly, she whispered:

“You’re afraid if you wear it out, people will mistake it for a wedding ring, right?”

Ye Wanjia froze for two seconds, running the words through her mind three times before looking up.

“Huh?”

Hesitantly, she asked: “So… so this isn’t…”

Pei Suye lifted her head from Wanjia’s forehead. With a smile blooming at her lips and tenderness shining in her gaze, she said:

“Can’t lovers wear matching rings?”

Ye Wanjia lifted her eyes. The starlight in her pupils shimmered like pearls scattered over crystal.

“You mean… couple rings?”

Not a proposal, not an upgrade of their relationship status—just matching rings for lovers, a heartfelt gift that also marked their bond.

Her lips curled into a bright arc, white teeth showing as she flicked open the box.

Inside, two matching rings stood upright, crossed at a ninety-degree angle. The design was simple but refined: a milky matte band, bordered on both sides with slim silver edges. At the joint, the silver edge dipped slightly, forming a subtle layered effect with the matte band.

Simple, yet far from ordinary.

“So pretty.”

Ye Wanjia’s eyes lit up. “They’re identical, right?”

Seeing her delight, Pei Suye’s own smile blossomed, eyes curving gently. “Mm. So I had them engraved inside.”

Ye Wanjia picked one up and tilted it to the light. Sure enough, inside was engraved the letters SY.

SY: Suye.

Her joy doubled.

“Wow, I happened to pick yours first! I mean, it was a fifty-fifty chance, but I still got yours on the first try—it feels so magical!”

It was as if some unseen force always guided her toward Pei Suye, no matter the choice.

Her sparkling gaze was caught in Suye’s eyes. Suye, captivated by her little leaf, whispered tenderly:

“Then wear my name.”

Sweetness welled up in Wanjia’s heart. Her dimples deepened. “Okay!”

She raised the ring toward her middle finger—but halfway there, she tilted her head, closed it into her palm, and mischievously picked up the other one.

“I’ll put yours on.”

Even with couple rings, she wanted the ritual of slipping it onto Suye’s finger herself.

“Okay,” Pei Suye agreed naturally.

The elegant band slid onto her slender finger, fitting snugly at the base. They looked at each other and smiled, then folded into each other’s arms under the warm light.

The ringed hand looked paler, glowing faintly. It trailed up from her sweater, through soft strands of hair, and onto her graceful neck.

“Little Leaf,” Pei Suye murmured, watching the mirror where Ye Wanjia, too happy to stand still, had even lifted one foot playfully. Tenderness filled her heart, melting like water.

“A proposal won’t be this casual.”

She told Ye Wanjia—and reminded herself.

Her Little Leaf, raised in poverty, always longed for princess things. She’d never had Barbie dolls, never worn princess dresses, never held a fairy wand. That was why she adored lace-trimmed blankets, why she still dreamed.

She must be waiting for a magical proposal someday—with flowers, with balloons, with bubbles filling the air—to make up for the girlhood she’d missed.

Back then, Wanjia didn’t think that deeply. She just raised her chin and asked proudly what a “non-casual” proposal would look like.

Pei Suye only smiled. “You’ll know in the future.”

Drowned in sweet words, Ye Wanjia couldn’t stop laughing until after her shower, when a thought struck her.

“How much did these rings cost?”

With such a unique design, plus engraving, they had to be expensive.

Pei Suye only repeated the excuse Wanjia herself had once used:

“Fifty bucks.”

“No way!” Wanjia’s eyes went wide.

But Suye’s gaze stayed calm, lips smiling. “Same as the coat. Fifty bucks.”

Fifty bucks—a gentle lie wrapped around a gift that held all her love.

Wanjia understood. Like the coat, this was something Suye would never let her know the real price of, but still insisted on buying.

Turning her head, she burrowed into the blanket.

“Hmph! I’m ignoring you.”

After Johnny’s crimes were solved, Pei Suye reproduced the new drug’s formula. This time, she obtained astonishing results—

The drug restored 80% of heart function in cases of cardiac failure.

In the veterinary world, this was groundbreaking. Until then, drugs for heart failure had been prohibitively expensive. Faced with sky-high prices, most pet owners gave up treatment. After all, pets’ lives were short, and not everyone could afford such costs even for themselves.

But Suye’s new drug was both cheap and effective. If it passed inspections and clinical trials, it could very well enter the market.

That winter, Pei Suye’s second academic paper was published—just six months into her PhD.

Meanwhile, Ye Wanjia, who had just entered her master’s program, completed her coursework and began her research project.

Once immersed in scientific research, time flew. Eight-to-nine days bled together. New Year’s passed, spring turned to summer.

May 20th—Ye Wanjia’s birthday.

California burned with heat. The asphalt shimmered like flaming wheels.

To celebrate, they planned a day trip to San Francisco.

Wanjia dressed specially: a red halter-neck sleeveless top, dotted with white polka dots, cinched at the waist with an open back, paired with white denim shorts. Long, slender legs, slim waist, curving hips—every strength of her figure was highlighted.

After applying sunscreen in the bathroom, she turned in front of the mirror. Perfect. Very satisfied.

She pulled out her curling iron, looking for her girlfriend, who had just learned to do sheep-curl waves.

“Suye, can you curl my hair—”

She pushed open the bedroom door mid-sentence.

And froze.

The curtains were drawn, the light inside dim. A few strands of sunlight slipped through, spilling like silk over Suye’s body.

Her wrist still held the nightgown she had just taken off. She hadn’t yet dressed. Her bare, luminous skin glowed softly in the shadowed light, like a quiet Milky Way in the night sky—magnetic, irresistible.

“You… you…”

Wanjia stood rooted in the doorway, one hand on the knob, one foot inside, the other out. Her eyes betrayed her, sliding lower and lower despite her best efforts to stop at Suye’s collarbone.

In the dimness, her body was too beautiful…

Wanjia’s throat bobbed. Enchanted, she licked her lips and whispered:

“How about… we skip San Francisco?”

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