The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 185 - : 185: First Kiss in Youth (Third Update)

Chapter 185: 185: First Kiss in Youth (Third Update)

“Yes,”

Suddenly Jiang Zhi, unable to cry any longer, “…”

Zhou Xufang, however, laughed, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the corner of his left eye, then the right one, “There, all better.” She had soothed him.

Idiot!

She was just like before, still his little fool. Even at a time like this, she only worried about him.

Jiang Zhi opened his arms and embraced her, “Do you remember this place?”

Zhou Xufang shook her head, “I only remember a little bit, there’s so much I can’t recall.” Oh, and she didn’t forget to add, “So I’m not too upset about it, and you shouldn’t be either.”

Maybe it’s better she doesn’t remember.

“Then don’t think about it.” She didn’t have many good memories to dwell on either.

Zhou Xufang thought for a moment, “But I want to remember. I want to know what you were like before.”

The young Jiang Zhi must have been everything she liked.

She wanted to know everything about him.

Jiang Zhi took off her hat, smoothing her disheveled hair, his eyes clearing after a storm, the most beautiful and purest ink color, “You just need to know that I’ve been good looking since I was little.”

Zhou Xufang nodded with a smile, agreeing with him; she also thought that Jiang Zhi must have been a pretty child since youth.

“I’ll tell you about myself, everything else, let’s not try to remember.”

Zhou Xufang, “Okay.”

Jiang Zhi suddenly remembered something very important, “You kissed me here before.”

Zhou Xufang was surprised, “Then why did I kiss you?”

Jiang Zhi’s eyes curved with pride, “Because you liked me.”

Zhou Xufang blushed, “Oh.”

That was on the birthday of the second young mistress of the Luo Family. The Luo Family had held a grand birthday banquet, with a cake that was a meter tall. The young master of the Jiang Family was there too, along with his friends; it was exceptionally lively at the Luo residence.

Normally, Luo San wasn’t allowed to go over to the villa section, because the Luo Family felt she was an embarrassment.

She had sneaked over, hiding behind the door to steal glances at Jiang Zhi.

But before she had her fill of watching, she was caught by Luo Yinghe, who shouted in anger, “Luo San!”

In the room, the young man turned around.

That fool, just standing there, taking the scolding.

“Why are you here? Get lost now! You’re dirty and ugly, and if you frighten the guests, see how I’ll deal with you!” The sixteen-year-old girl commanded imperiously, spoiled and arrogant.

Luo San left, feeling downhearted.

She thought she’d wait until the party was almost over, and then she’d go back to the gate to wait for him. She had made a hat out of foxtail grass to give to Jiang Zhi.

In the room, the young man put down his glass, ready to leave.

“Where are you going, Brother Zhi?”

It was seventeen-year-old Xue Baoyi, with bangs covering her eyes and cross earrings, very non-mainstream and Ed Hardy, standing out as the most eye-catching one in the Funeral of Love group.

“Don’t follow me.” Jiang Zhi took a big piece of cake on a plate and left.

Xue San, a core member of the Funeral of Love group, asked a companion, “What’s he doing? He’s not going to find that little mute again, is he?”

Qiao Nanchu, a seventeen-year-old who looked much more presentable in a white shirt and black trousers, dapper and young, said, “She has a name; don’t just call her ‘little mute.’ Be careful, or Jiang Zhi will get upset with you.”

“Why does he protect that little mu—” Xue San quickly corrected himself, “—protect that Luo San so much?”

Qiao Nanchu simply said, “He’s taken a liking to her.”

Xue San, not understanding, grabbed his edgy hair, still with a bit of baby fat and innocence, pondered, “What do you mean? Is he thinking of becoming sworn brothers with Luo San?”

Qiao Nanchu looked at him as if looking at an idiot, “Moron.”

The moron Xue San, “…”

Back to Jiang Zhi, he took a plate of cake and went looking for that little fool in the attic.

“Luo San.”

He called from outside, no answer, so he pushed the door open, “Luo San.”

He looked around the room, no one in sight, then turned and saw her at the door, just arrived, panting like a little dog.

He handed her the plate, “Here, eat.”

She received it with a goofy smile, then scooped up a big spoonful to feed him first.

The youth turned his head away, “I’ve already eaten.”

Oh.

Then she would eat by herself.

She was a messy eater, gobbling up her food so that her mouth was smeared all over with cream, which was brilliantly white. Her little face was dark, and in contrast, it looked quite comical.

He wanted to laugh at her, turned his head away, and chuckled at the corner of his mouth. After laughing, he said, “Eat slower.” He pulled out a handkerchief and stuffed it into her hand, his tone filled with disgust, “You’re filthy.”

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She was indeed dirty because she had to work in the flower shed.

Jiang Zhi’s handkerchief was very clean, moon-white, with bamboo leaves embroidered on the corners.

She held it in her hands, not using it to wipe her mouth, planning to hide it inside her pillow. As soon as he left, she would stash it away.

“You’re really not hungry?” The youth watched her eat the cake, somewhat doubtful.

She nodded.

“Yet you still love eating so much,” he commented with a tone of disdain, but his eyes were filled with warm, bright light.

She scooped up a big spoonful of cake into her mouth, eating with great satisfaction, her eyes squinting happily.

He asked again, “Doesn’t it hurt either?”

Others would hit her, and she never dodged or cried.

She thought for a moment, nodded, then shook her head, as if it didn’t hurt but also as if it hurt a lot.

The youth snorted and scolded her again, “Idiot.”

She was an idiot, indeed.

Clutching a piece of cake, she munched joyfully. He had given her a piece too big—bigger than her face. She ate eagerly, starting with a spoon but then using her hands, making a mess everywhere. There was a ring of cream around her mouth, even some on her face.

“You got it on your face.”

Huh?

She stared blankly at the backlit youth standing in the doorway.

The youth pointed at his own face, “On the face,” and then pointed again, “Here.”

He wanted to say that the cake on her face was disgustingly messy.

She pondered blankly for a moment, then took a step towards him, tiptoed, and bumped her mouth against his face, smearing his face with cake.

“…”

The pallor of the youth’s face instantly turned crimson.

He jumped back violently, touching his greasy face, ears reddening, and pointing at the little bald girl in front of him, he scowled, infuriated and embarrassed, “You… you’re shameless!”

He was clearly angry, but his words stuttered as they reached his lips.

In a fit of rage, he glared at her once more before turning around and walking away.

She sat on the little wooden bed, holding half a cake, with a mouthful of cream, looking bewildered…

Outside the attic, suddenly there was the sound of a police siren.

It was the Luo family who had called the police.

Zhou Xufang grabbed Jiang Zhi and jumped down from Ping Building, leaping over the wall in one bound, and another leap put him on the rooftop of the villa across the street.

Jiang Zhi: “…” His hair was all disheveled.

Zhou Xufang’s motorbike was parked about a kilometer away from the Luo family. She looked around, noticing no one was there, and asked Jiang Zhi, “Did you drive here?”

“Yeah.” Jiang Zhi fiddled with his hair, pressing down the unruly strands that got tousled while they were ‘climbing walls.’

“Where’s your car?”

“Parked on the road across,” said Jiang Zhi, “I’ll have Lin Wanwan come and fetch it tomorrow.”

Zhou Xufang then asked: “Do you want a ride back on my motorbike?”

Her motorbike was super cool!

Jet black and incredibly sleek!

Jiang Zhi nodded, “Yeah.” Of course, he would go home with her.

Zhou Xufang brought over a pink helmet from her super cool, super sleek motorbike, “Duck down.”

This pink and tender helmet…

Jiang Zhi felt a bit resistant inwardly but ducked his head nevertheless.

Zhou Xufang put it on him, pulled down the windshield as well, then with a smile, patted his helmet, “Today, you’re also President Fang’s spoiled little wife.”

Jiang Zhi directly picked her up and set her on the back seat, then put another helmet of the same style on her. He sat in front, holding both her hands on his waist, “Hold on tight, President Fang.”