The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 65 - : 065: Xu Fang’s vest has fallen off

Chapter 65: 065: Xu Fang’s vest has fallen off

“Jiang Zhi!”

Ah Wan cried out “Watch out!”

Jiang Zhi instinctively turned around, just as a fast-moving car crashed into his field of vision, getting closer and closer…

“Boss!”

He only managed to move one step before his waist was seized, and then his whole body fell backward, rolling twice amidst the dizzying world, as the falling snow mingled with the reflection of a yellow helmet in his eyes.

The wind howled in his ears as the black sedan nearly brushed his back, quickly disappearing from view.

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After that, he let the owner of the yellow helmet press down on him, let her crash wildly through his thoughts.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Jiang Zhi.”

Zhou Xufang called his name twice.

But he showed no sign of hearing, his gaze fixated on her.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Zhou Xufang’s hat was askew, snow clung to the tip of her eyebrow. Ice chips hung from her eyelashes, trembling violently, as she frantically wrinkled her little face, “Why aren’t you speaking? Are you hurt somewhere?”

She was still kneeling, a complete mess.

Jiang Zhi sat on the snow, equally disheveled, covered in snow.

“Jiang Zhi.”

He didn’t respond but extended a hand, reaching out to her. His long, slender fingers were slightly curved, covering half of her face, leaving only a pair of eyes to lock with his.

Zhou Xufang suddenly pulled back.

Jiang Zhi caught her hand, “Is it you?”

“What?” After asking, she looked down, avoiding his gaze as her hat drooped, concealing half of her already small face.

Jiang Zhi did not speak again, pulling at her hand and, with a tug, embraced her.

Without thinking, Zhou Xufang raised her hand—

“Xu Fang,” he bowed his head, his voice a low murmur next to her ear, “don’t hit, I’m still sick.”

Xu Fang.

He called her Xu Fang.

In the freezing cold, the bone-chilling wind carried only the warmth of his breath by her ear, “Count to ten, and I’ll let go.”

His chin rested on her shoulder.

She smelled of milk, just like that professional errand runner.

One, two, three…

Zhou Xufang lowered her hand, silently counting.

Jiang Zhi was still sitting on the snowy ground, the piercing cold seeping through the thick layers of clothing, his hands holding her, trembling faintly, “In such a short time, how did you get to my side?”

She wasn’t used to being this close, her whole body stiff, “I ran here.”

“In just three seconds?”

“I run fast.” She paused, “You were also close to me.”

Jiang Zhi coughed by her ear, his breath growing heavier, “But you were clearly across the street.”

“The snow was heavy; you saw wrong.”

“Zhou Xufang—”

His words were cut off, “The count is over.” Then, she pushed him away, stepping back to straighten her hat, “Even from across the street, it would take a minute to run; you saw wrong.”

Having said that, she assumed her usual indifferent expression.

Jiang Zhi steadied himself on the lamppost and stood up, brushing off the snow from his body, then lifted his head, his eyes blazing as he looked at her.

For the first time, Zhou Xufang felt as though all her pretenses had been stripped away, leaving nowhere to hide.

“Jiang Zhi.”

She lowered her head, and the oversized yellow helmet slipped, covering her forehead. Her voice was muffled as she muttered, “My hand hurts.”

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Shuangjiang had said, girls should know how to show vulnerability.

Sure enough, Jiang Zhi was thrown into complete chaos, “What’s wrong?” he asked, visibly flustered, “Where does it hurt? Did you fall?”

Zhou Xufang gently shook her arm, purposely swaying it close to him, “I bumped it just now.”

“That was a feigned injury strategy.”

Zhou Xufang used it for the first time.

“Let’s go to the hospital.” Jiang Zhi reached out his hand, intending to pull hers, but fearing he might hurt her, he instead pulled her hood and called back, “Lin Wanwan, why don’t you go start the car!”

Ah Wan: “…”

The dinner, again, did not happen.

Jiang Zhi took Zhou Xufang to the hospital for X-rays, assuring himself that her bones were not injured, and only after all of this did he feel at ease. By the time they were done, it was already past nine.

In reality, her arm didn’t hurt at all, but Jiang Zhi insisted that the doctor wrap it with a bandage and repeatedly glared at the doctor, demanding assurance that not a single hair on her head was harmed before he was willing to leave the orthopedic department with her. Zhou Xufang felt even guiltier because of this.

She was still carrying the helmet of the delivery person, hanging her head with a particularly listless look, “It’s late. I should go back.”

“I’ll take you.”

Zhou Xufang refused: “It’s cold outside, don’t escort me.”

Jiang Zhi was reluctant, looking at her ‘pitiable’ state, he couldn’t bear to refuse, “Then, I’ll walk you to the door.”

“Okay.”

Ah Wan behind them: “…”

What to do, he felt that the boss was acting weak.

Jiang Zhi took Zhou Xufang to the door, a five-minute walk that, because he was ‘gasping every three steps and coughing every five steps, frail and breathless, tenderly gasping’, took a full fifteen minutes.

Once outside the hospital entrance, Zhou Xufang would not let him escort her any further. The heavy snow had just ceased, and everything outside was covered in a vast white expanse.

Zhou Xufang stood at the bottom of the steps and after saying goodbye to Jiang Zhi, she earnestly warned him, “The car that hit you had its plate covered by snow. Be careful, this was no accident.”

Jiang Zhi stood higher up, bending over to listen to her, “I know.”

“Then I’m leaving.”

Then she turned around.

“Xu Fang,” he grasped her hand that was not wrapped in bandages.

She cocked her head to look at him, “Hm?”

Her hand was still as cold as ice, but it was different from before; she no longer instinctively pushed him away.

Of course, she still guarded herself tightly, not revealing a single drop.

“You can say anything to me,” he said.

Zhou Xufang looked at him, her gaze vacant.

Jiang Zhi stepped down the stairs, “Do you understand what I mean?”

She shook her head.

Jiang Zhi reached out his hand to cover her head, touching the helmet on her head.

“You’re different from others. You can do anything to me,” including taking his candy, hitting his people, or even, pressing down on his body.

All these were permissible; he thought about it, and it seemed there wasn’t anything he couldn’t tolerate her doing, including hiding or deceiving.

Zhou Xufang, being unaccustomed to physical contact, stepped back, her cheeks flushed red by the cold wind. She blinked and said, “My hair is messy.”

“…”

Was her hair the point!

“If it’s messy, let it be,” he ruffled her hair on her forehead forcefully and then pulled the hood of his jacket over her helmet, “Go back now, and call me when you get there.”

Zhou Xufang was silent for a while, “Goodbye, Jiang Zhi.”

Then, she walked away.

Jiang Zhi stood at the hospital entrance for a long time, waiting until she was far away, and he could not bear it anymore, bending over and coughing violently.

Ah Wan stepped forward, “Boss, it’s windy outside, let’s go in.”

Jiang Zhi did not move, his gaze fixed on the trail of footprints on the ground, “Did you check the surveillance?”

“I did, but the snow was too heavy in the evening, and the camera malfunctioned.”

He retracted his gaze, his eyes covered in a deep dusky haze, dark and hard to read, “Did you see where she was standing at the beginning?”

Ah Wan nodded. Then he shook his head, confused and troubled, “But it doesn’t make sense.”

The speed of a normal person couldn’t be that fast.

Ah Wan couldn’t figure it out, “Boss, are we seeing things?”

Jiang Zhi remained silent.