It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 88

“How about… we don’t go to San Francisco?”

Standing by the door, Ye Wanjia’s eyes went straight, her breathing clearly heavier.

After a year back together, the two had long broken past their final barrier, rolling around the sheets dozens of times.

That unblinking gaze, coupled with her rough breathing and lowered voice—Pei Suye could hardly mistake the meaning.

Still, she was surprised at just how easily this little rascal could get carried away.

Turning her back, Pei Suye deftly slipped on her bra. As she dressed, she chuckled:

“Haven’t you always wanted to go to San Francisco? If we don’t leave now, we’ll miss the bus.”

Her back was drawn in sharp relief, shoulder blades shifting with each move, the lines of her sides tapering into the dip of her waist. The graceful curve was like a willow branch. Down the middle, her spine formed a fine hollow, like a valley in the mountains cradling a clear stream.

In the dim light, her smooth back glowed with a honeyed sheen, like an oil painting rich with pigment, giving her delicate skin an added sensuality. To match her seaside-style slip dress, she wore a bandeau bra, thin and low, secured with two straps behind her back.

Just as she fastened it, a heated hand settled on her skin. Her shoulder blades pressed against a pair of soft curves, arms wrapped around her waist—intimate and tempting.

“All your fault,” came a muffled voice behind her, playing the victim. “You tempted me.”

When it came to thick skin, Ye Wanjia was unmatched.

Pei Suye gave a helpless laugh and scolded: “Wasn’t it someone who came barging in without knocking?”

“Hmph.”

Ye Wanjia tightened her hold, dropped a featherlight kiss on her fragrant shoulder, and teased, “If everyone kept knocking, the door would hurt.”

“Heh…”

That finally made Pei Suye laugh, her lovely lips curving to show pearly teeth.

“So?”

“So, force is mutual. If the door hurts, I hurt too. You have to hurt with me.” Ye Wanjia’s nasal tone deepened, turning more and more coquettish. “Suye, I want the cat teaser…”

Ever since the infamous “cat teaser wand” incident, those words had become their code for making love.

Every time Ye Wanjia said them, no matter how tired, Pei Suye would indulge her. But today they actually had plans—and this early in the morning, how could Ye Wanjia already be losing control?

“Ye Wanjia,” Pei Suye turned, glancing sideways at her, “it’s broad daylight.”

“Exactly. Daylight indulgence.” Ye Wanjia said righteously. “See? It’s even an idiom, with five thousand years of history backing me up. Surely we’re not the first. Maybe in a past life, we were married, spending our days tumbling around the sheets.”

For someone who dabbled in writing fiction in her free time, she could turn white into black with a straight face.

So, Pei Suye gave up on arguing. Her supple body turned around to face Ye Wanjia. Hooking a finger under her chin, she rasped:

“Twenty minutes.”

“That short?” Ye Wanjia pouted.

“Then we’ll do more when we get back.”

“No way!” Ye Wanjia agreed at once. “Even mosquito legs are still meat—mmph!”

Before she could finish, her lips were sealed. A tug yanked her shirt from her shorts, buttons popping open with a click, and then straight to the point.

Twenty minutes, in the end, wasn’t enough. They missed the bus to San Francisco that day. Fortunately, Professor Li had to deliver documents to Berkeley, and gave them a lift. That’s how their carefully planned San Francisco trip was saved.

Ye Wanjia still wore her red polka-dot blouse with white denim shorts. During their “cat teaser” session, both had been careful not to mess up their clothes, so now her outfit was still smooth and crisp, clinging to her waist and highlighting her curves.

As promised, Pei Suye wore her gradient slip dress, shading from white to teal in fluid transitions. The fine chiffon fabric fluttered softly in the sea breeze, the hem swaying to reveal a flash of porcelain calf—like a snow lotus blooming on a mountaintop: pure, aloof, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

“Are you movie stars?”

The bus to Fisherman’s Wharf was packed. A blonde, blue-eyed girl stepped up to ask.

Ye Wanjia’s eyes lit up. She shot Pei Suye a triumphant brow waggle, the unspoken words clear: I look stunning today.

Then she smiled at the girl and replied: “No. We’re just students.”

The blonde looked about twenty as well, a DSLR hanging from her neck and a bulging backpack—likely camera gear.

“I’m a media major and want to take some photos in San Francisco. Would you mind modeling for me?”

Pei Suye smiled and declined: “Sorry, we’d normally say yes. But today is her birthday, we may not have time.”

Ye Wanjia beamed, her permed curls adding mischief and charm.

The blonde was about to retreat, having wished a quick “happy birthday,” when Ye Wanjia’s nod proved too irresistibly cute. She stepped back forward.

“I need only one hour, and I can pay you.”

Pei Suye smiled again, ready to explain their packed schedule—after Fisherman’s Wharf they had other plans. But the money-minded girl at her side jumped in, eyes bright:

“How much?”

And just like that, their duo became a trio.

Following the blonde photographer’s directions, the two only had to enjoy themselves as usual—eating, drinking, exploring—without posing. She would capture the most natural, beautiful moments.

“See? Someone’s paying to take our photos, without even bothering us. Isn’t it perfect?”

Ye Wanjia preened, curls tossed by the ocean wind, a strand sticking to her nose. With her vintage bold makeup and lips painted in deep red, she carried a charm reminiscent of 1990s Hong Kong starlets.

No one would have expected that the usually innocent, pure Ye Wanjia—the little “Leafy”—could carry such sultry allure one day.

No one, except Pei Suye.

After all, she’d seen it countless times before—beneath dim bedroom lights, tangled in breathless heat.

“Mhm.”

Pei Suye smiled softly. “You really do have a business mind.”

Hand in hand, they strolled on, until Ye Wanjia was suddenly drawn to an ice cream shop.

“So pretty…”

Pink ice cream shaped like a Disney castle, sprinkled with colorful star candies—girlish to the extreme.

Because of her modest upbringing, Ye Wanjia had little chance to indulge in such things, yet her girlish heart was strong. Something like this would inevitably captivate her.

“Let’s go take a look,” Pei Suye said, tugging her closer. But three steps away, she stopped.

Ye Wanjia was staring at the price list. “Fifteen dollars? Why not just rob me?”

She quickly whipped out her mental calculator: “Fifteen times 7.3… over a hundred yuan!”

Pei Suye pinched her nose affectionately. “Don’t think in exchange rates while in the U.S. Just imagine fifteen dollars as fifteen yuan. For a tourist spot, it’s not bad.”

But Ye Wanjia’s eyes were made of dollar signs. Behind her brown contacts, her gaze turned pitifully sour: “No way. That’s just a trick to make you spend. Fifteen dollars is fifteen dollars.”

Pei Suye tucked away a stray curl behind her ear and reasoned gently: “It’s your birthday. Let’s skip the cake today and spend that money on the ice cream instead. How’s that?”

That made a little more sense. After thinking it over, Ye Wanjia reluctantly nodded. “Fine, let’s splurge once!”

When my eyes fell on the ice cream, my mood betrayed me. With just that glance, she understood. She would buy it for me, because she can read my gaze, see through my thoughts, and sense my likes and dislikes. Out of this vast, crowded world, no one else could know me like this. I think this must be what a soulmate means.

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