The Days and Nights of Being Targeted by a Flirtatious Senior Sister - Chapter 9

Su Yang felt as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning; she was numb from head to toe.

She remained frozen in the position of being pulled into Wen Yusheng’s embrace, her nose filled with the senior’s cool, woody scent mixed with the dampness of the rain. That fragrance was richer and more overbearing than usual, enveloping her entirely and leaving her mind a complete blank.

The Senior… is angry?

For me?

Because I got drenched in the rain, she’s angry?

Su Yang’s brain was a chaotic mess of mush. She had never seen Wen Yusheng like this. Usually, the Senior was always so gentle, elegant, and composed, as if she could handle the sky falling with a smile.

But now, in those eyes that were always filled with smiles, there was a surge of complex emotions that Su Yang couldn’t decipher. There was heartache, helplessness, and a trace of… anger.

That phrase, “You silly girl,” didn’t sound like an insult; it sounded more like an intimate reproach.

Su Yang’s heart beat even faster.

She was straight; she was sure of it. Growing up, she had always been “one of the boys” with her male friends, and she’d even had a vague, hazy crush on that handsome boy who played basketball in the neighboring class. She had never imagined that one day she would have such strange feelings for a girl.

The racing heart, the burning cheeks, the hands and feet that didn’t know where to belong.

This wasn’t normal.

Su Yang desperately told herself that this was only because the Senior cared about her, just like an older sister caring for a younger sister. Her heart was only racing because it was her first time being held by such a beautiful senior, and she was just a bit nervous.

Yes, that had to be it.

It must be it.

“I… I’m fine, Senior,” Su Yang stammered, trying to back out of Wen Yusheng’s arms to prove her innocence. “I have a strong constitution; getting a little wet doesn’t matter.”

Wen Yusheng didn’t speak.

She just looked at Su Yang quietly, those deep eyes appearing to see through all her disguises and guilty conscience.

Then, she reached out and performed an action that Su Yang completely didn’t expect.

She took the black umbrella from Su Yang’s hand.

The handle still held the residual warmth of Su Yang’s palm; when Wen Yusheng gripped it, she could feel that heat.

She held the umbrella over their heads, and then, once again, she took hold of Su Yang’s arm and pulled her a little closer to her side.

This time, she adjusted the angle of the umbrella.

The massive canopy was tilted almost two-thirds of the way toward Su Yang, strictly shielding the half of Su Yang’s shoulder that was already soaked.

Meanwhile, Wen Yusheng herself had a small portion of her own shoulder exposed to the curtain of rain.

“Senior!” Su Yang grew anxious, trying to grab the umbrella back. “You’ll get wet like this!”

“Be quiet.”

Wen Yusheng spat out those two words coldly.

Su Yang instantly withered.

This was the first time she had heard Wen Yusheng speak to her with such a forceful tone.

She didn’t dare move again, only able to watch helplessly as the rain hit Wen Yusheng’s white dress, quickly soaking in and creating a small patch of dampness.

Su Yang’s heart was anxious and pained for her, but she didn’t dare resist again.

Because she felt that the Senior was truly angry right now.

Wen Yusheng didn’t look at her again; she simply pulled her along and continued walking.

The space under the umbrella was very small, and their arms were pressed tightly together. Su Yang could feel the icy touch coming from Wen Yusheng’s arm, forming a sharp contrast with her own burning skin.

After a few steps, Wen Yusheng seemed to feel that merely pulling her by the arm wasn’t enough.

She stopped walking, and then, before Su Yang could react at all, she let go of her arm and switched to holding her hand.

Su Yang’s hands, because of years of playing sports, were larger than the average girl’s, with a thin layer of callouses on the palms and fingertips. Because she had just run all the way there, her palms still carried an un-dissipated heat.

Wen Yusheng’s hand, however, was the complete opposite.

It was a beautiful hand—fingers slender, joints well-defined, and skin so fair it was almost translucent.

But such a beautiful hand was currently as cold as a piece of jade.

When Wen Yusheng’s hand grasped hers, Su Yang felt as if she had been hit by an electric current; her entire body stiffened.

That icy sensation traveled from their joined palms to every limb in an instant.

She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but Wen Yusheng held on very tightly; those seemingly delicate fingers were currently filled with a strength that brooked no refusal.

Wen Yusheng didn’t say anything; she just held Su Yang’s hand in her own palm. Then, using her fingers, she slid them one by one into the gaps between Su Yang’s fingers until, finally, their fingers were tightly interlocked.

Su Yang’s brain completely crashed.

In all her years, she had never held anyone’s hand like this.

Even when she fooled around with boys in the past, it was just shoulders and backs; there had never been such an intimate, strongly possessive interlocking of fingers.

Moreover, the other person was a girl.

It was Wen Yusheng.

She felt her palms sweating, unsure if it was because of nervousness or because Wen Yusheng’s hand was too cold.

She didn’t dare look at Wen Yusheng’s expression; she could only keep her head down, staring at their joined hands.

Her hand was large and rough, with a darker skin tone.

Wen Yusheng’s hand was small, delicate, and as white as the finest suet jade.

Two such completely different hands joined together created a strange, visually striking image.

“Let’s go.”

Wen Yusheng’s voice sounded above her head, devoid of any discernible emotion.

Like a marionette, Su Yang allowed herself to be led, walking forward step by step.

Su Yang walked the rest of the way in a daze.

All her senses seemed focused on that one hand being held.

She could feel Wen Yusheng’s icy fingertips, her delicate skin, and the occasional tightening of her grip.

The sound of the rain, the wind, the glow of the streetlights—everything turned into a blurred background.

In her world, there were only their joined hands and that heart-palpitating coldness flowing from the palm.

Finally, they reached the bottom of Wen Yusheng’s dormitory building.

The bright lights enveloped them, and Su Yang managed to regain a bit of her sanity.

Wen Yusheng stopped and released her hand.

The icy sensation in her palm vanished abruptly, replaced by a sudden sense of emptiness. Su Yang subconsciously curled her fingers, as if she still wanted to catch a bit of that lingering warmth.

“Go back quickly,” Wen Yusheng looked at her, her tone returning to its usual gentleness. “Take a hot bath immediately when you get back, then boil some ginger tea. Don’t catch a cold.”

Her instructions were detailed, like those of a worrying mother.

“Oh… okay.” Su Yang nodded dumbly, her brain still not quite functioning.

“Go on,” Wen Yusheng urged.

“Mhm, goodbye, Senior.” Su Yang turned to leave.

She felt like her footsteps were floating, as if she were walking on cotton.

The events of today were simply too much to process.

She needed to be alone to quiet down and untangle the mess that was her heart.

However, she had only walked a couple of steps when Wen Yusheng’s voice came from behind her again.

“Wait.”

Su Yang stopped, turned back, and looked at her in confusion.

She saw Wen Yusheng standing there; having set the umbrella aside, she raised her hands and was unfastening the scarf around her neck.

It was a light gray, soft-looking cashmere scarf that matched her white dress perfectly.

Under Su Yang’s bewildered gaze, Wen Yusheng took off the scarf and walked toward her.

She walked up to Su Yang and stood slightly on her tiptoes.

Then, she took that scarf—still carrying her body heat and fragrance—and carefully, wrap by wrap, wound it around Su Yang’s neck.

Su Yang froze completely.

She could smell that familiar, cool woody scent on the scarf, more intense than ever before.

She could feel Wen Yusheng’s icy fingertips occasionally brushing against her chin and neck, bringing waves of itching that made her scalp tingle.

“You were out in the rain; the neck is where the wind gets in most easily.”

Wen Yusheng’s voice was very soft and gentle, like a feather lightly scratching at Su Yang’s heart.

She finished tying the scarf for Su Yang and even adjusted it carefully to ensure not a single draft could get in.

Having finished, she took a step back and looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

With Wen Yusheng’s scarf around her neck, the light gray made Su Yang’s skin look even fairer and added an indescribable mark of Wen Yusheng to her clean, youthful aura.

“There,” Wen Yusheng looked at her, a faint smile touching the corners of her mouth. “Now you won’t be cold.”

Su Yang opened her mouth, but she couldn’t say a single word.

She could only stand there foolishly, allowing that scent belonging to Wen Yusheng to completely surround her.

“Go back now.” Wen Yusheng gave her one last look, then turned and walked into the dormitory.

Su Yang stood in place, unmoving, until Wen Yusheng’s figure completely disappeared into the stairwell.

Only then did she slowly raise her hand to gently touch the soft scarf around her neck, which still held someone else’s warmth.

It was entirely filled with the scent of Wen Yusheng.

In that moment, Su Yang’s heart beat faster and more erratically than ever before.

She lowered her head, looking at her empty right hand—which felt as if the other’s icy touch still remained—and then touched the warm scarf around her neck.

A thought that made her feel both panicked and lost emerged uncontrollably from the deepest depths of her heart.

Her feelings for Senior Wen seemed… truly not as simple as just “sisterly affection.”

What on earth… was this feeling?