My Clingy Fiancée Is Forcing Me to Marry Her Again - Chapter 11

“I really love this outfit, it suits me so well!”

The delicate beauty, Guan Xiaoyu, rushed over after taking a shower, beaming with joy.

Lying on the bed, Li Fangge put down the book of poetry she was reading. She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and slowly looked up. “I don’t think so.”

The jerk Alpha’s clothes were too big for Guan Xiaoyu, hanging loosely on her.

Her freshly washed face looked very refreshed, the sadness in her eyes was completely gone, and the signs of crying were almost invisible. This caused Li Fangge to feel a slight suspicion about the story of abandonment she had told earlier.

Before the shower, Li Fangge had told her there were new bathrobes and pajamas in the bathroom and to choose one herself.

But Guan Xiaoyu said, “I like sleeping in old clothes.”

“???”

“Can I borrow Sister Li’s clothes?”

“This—”

“If Sister doesn’t like others wearing your clothes, then never mind.”

“Go get them yourself.”

Li Fangge pointed her left hand toward the walk-in closet.

They weren’t her clothes, strictly speaking.

She hadn’t expected Guan Xiaoyu to choose their high school summer uniform.

There wasn’t much sense of incongruity, as there wasn’t a huge difference between twenty-one or two and seventeen or eighteen.

The uniform was large on Guan Xiaoyu, but white truly suited her.

Seeing her in the school uniform instantly reminded Li Fangge of a day in May of their sophomore year.

That evening, she—no, the jerk Alpha—was sitting at the piano stool, lost in playing “Spring and Her.”

Midway through the piece, the door was clumsily pushed open.

She didn’t stop until she finished playing, then quietly turned sideways. That day, Guan Xiaoyu was wearing this very uniform, looking as pure and white as soft cotton. She had a high ponytail, her eyes were clear and bright, and she looked dazed, as if she had lost her soul.

“I really love—your piano music,” she said. Her voice stirred a gentle breeze, lifting the thin curtains.

“Oh.”

It was a cold reply, but she noticed that light breeze carrying a faint sweet scent.

The piano music and that breeze were the beginning of her and Guan Xiaoyu.

Looking at the woman before her with ulterior motives, Li Fangge was certain that when the delicate beauty chose this uniform from the closet, she must have recalled that day, recalled their first meeting.

She really is a devoted person, but unfortunately—

“I really love this school uniform. I didn’t expect Sister would still keep it.”

“Hmm, I didn’t wear it much.”

Li Fangge had long realized that the jerk Alpha preferred loose, casual clothing.

Although she was penniless now, there were plenty of clothes, shoes, and jewelry in the closet. Based on their styles and materials, every item was clearly worth a fortune. Though her style of dressing wasn’t the same as her own, her taste was undeniable.

“Sister Li, can I lie next to you for a while?”

“Lie together and do nothing?”

Almost instinctively, Li Fangge’s sarcasm was unleashed.

Guan Xiaoyu seemed completely unaffected by her sharp words.

There was no impurity in her request, and her face displayed the pure desire to simply be close.

Li Fangge had been immersed in the world of decadence and vice for too long, and her mind had long lost this kind of innocence.

“If Sister Li wants to do something, anything is fine. I’m very easygoing.”

Very easygoing?

Li Fangge smiled helplessly.

Guan Xiaoyu’s face was flushed pink; it had become extraordinarily rosy, indicating that her body and her words were not synchronized.

“What do you think we can do?”

“There are many things we can do, aren’t there?”

Li Fangge hadn’t expected to be outmaneuvered by her.

This woman was absolutely determined to be with her.

The two were at a deadlock for a while.

Li Fangge decided it was best not to lie together, so she pointed to the long sofa not far away. “That’s where you’ll sleep.”

“That’s too far from Sister Li.”

“The long sofa or the room next door, choose one.”

“Then—could Sister help me move the sofa next to your bed?”

“No.”

“Sister Li, we’re going to sleep together sooner or later. Does it matter if it’s a little earlier or later?”

A rosy blush flared up on Guan Xiaoyu’s cheeks. She bit her luscious lower lip, her right hand gripping her left, her index finger unconsciously picking at the back of her left hand—

“We’ll talk about it later.”

Without the influence of pheromones, Li Fangge found that she was indeed more composed.

“Sister Li, can you look me in the eye and say ‘we’ll talk about it later’ again?”

“We’ll talk about it later.”

Their eyes met, and Li Fangge’s heart sank.

It was as if she had been struck hard by Cupid’s arrow; her heart began to thump wildly—

“Then, Sister, can you say that you completely and absolutely don’t want to sleep with me?”

The word “don’t” reached the tip of her tongue, but Li Fangge found her tongue suddenly tied in a knot.

She couldn’t manage to say those two words, let alone the rest of the “completely and absolutely don’t want to.”

She watched, wide-eyed, as Guan Xiaoyu bent her knees and propped herself up onto the bed, then quickly kicked off her slippers.

She then watched, wide-eyed, as Guan Xiaoyu snuggled close like a well-behaved kitten.

Her porcelain-white arm reached over and pulled away the empty pillow next to her.

Then she quietly lay down on Li Fangge’s left side, placed her hands folded beneath her right cheek, and blinked her eyes, which were brimming with the warmth of spring. She said, “Sister Li, just let me look at you like this, quietly.”

Never in her life had Li Fangge felt her heart pound as if it would leap out of her chest as she did at this moment.

She felt dry-mouthed, panicked, and at a loss, yet no words could leave her mouth.

Her right hand, placed by her side, was already tightly gripping the bedsheet—

After a long time, she looked down at Guan Xiaoyu, whose eyes showed no trace of wickedness. “If you like looking, then look.”

Her tone was so weak and powerless.

Afraid of being seen through, she broke the gaze and pretended to lie down.

Heartbeats echoed one after another, and Li Fangge couldn’t tell which one belonged to her—

“Sister Li, do you know something?”

“What?”

“I’m so happy right now.”

“Oh.”

Guan Xiaoyu didn’t ask “What about you, Sister?” or anything similar.

Li Fangge knew she was very clear about the current state of their relationship.

Therefore, she avoided asking.

“Can you smell it?”

“No.”

Li Fangge’s heartbeat was further disrupted by her voice.

She wished she would shut up, yet she wanted to hear her continue speaking.

Anything was fine, even trivial words, but this contradiction left her unprecedentedly confused.

“I can smell Sister’s.”

“I took suppressants too.”

“Pffft—”

“What are you laughing at?”

“We completely don’t need to restrain ourselves like this.”

“Don’t casually tempt Sister, okay!”

“Mm, I’ll wait until Sister is ready.”

Will that day ever come?

Li Fangge turned her head and saw Guan Xiaoyu abruptly close her eyes.

Under the light, her long eyelashes cast neat, dark shadows on her fair eyelids.

Li Fangge wanted to say something, but could only stare blankly at her angelic, innocent face—

The next morning, after breakfast, Li Fangge walked Guan Xiaoyu to the door. They passed the wooden bridge where they had watched the moon together last night.

Guan Xiaoyu, walking behind, suddenly stopped. “Sister Li!—”

The prolonged ending of her call carried an undertone of having something important to say.

Li Fangge turned her head. The morning light plated her profile and hair with a layer of gold, diminishing the melancholy and helplessness that had accumulated over the past few days.

“What is it?” During breakfast, she had already decided to postpone the discussion of breaking off the engagement for now.

First, she needed to send Guan Xiaoyu away, and she had to prepare for that.

“I will absolutely not break off the engagement with Sister!”

The shadow of the trees fell upon Guan Xiaoyu, blocking the sunlight.

Her face was earnest, but her tone was surprisingly absolute and resolute.

Such words, without any build-up or prior sign, often left no room for negotiation.

Li Fangge understood why she chose to leave such words until this moment, just before leaving.

Just as she had anticipated, Guan Xiaoyu had made preparations before arriving yesterday.

This was the main point of her visit this time.

“Why?”

Compared to Guan Xiaoyu’s resoluteness, Li Fangge’s “Why?” seemed so powerless.