Chapter 422: Puckering Up

If you mention craving roasted sweet potatoes, maybe you didn’t want them before, but you do now. Women are known for changing their minds, after all.

But if you compare roasted sweet potatoes with mooncakes, two completely unrelated items, then your motives become abundantly clear. Those figurative pink abacus beads have practically flown to Jizhou and back.

Jiang Qin didn’t need to think to know, the little rich girl wanted a peck.

Look at her standing gracefully, long hair reaching her waist, her delicate face like cold glowing white porcelain, her beautiful eyes like a frozen deep lake, unparalleled in cold beauty.

But, she’s constantly thinking about pecking Jiang Qin.

Look at her wearing a white Moncler short down jacket, carrying a black calf leather bag, expressionless, as if indifferent to everything around her, creating a strong sense of distance.

But she is, all day long, thinking about pecking Jiang Qin.

At this moment, in the snowy front square, bustling with about a hundred people, nearly everyone passing by the long steps notices Feng Nanshu, as a tall and wealthy beauty stands out in the snow.

But no one would guess that such a cold beauty is constantly thinking about pecking her close friend.

Feng Nanshu waits for her roasted sweet potato but catches Jiang Qin squinting at her. This leaves the little rich girl a bit guilty, yet she stands her ground.

“Be careful not to get it on your lips.”

“Ugh, it’s on your lips.”

Upon hearing Jiang Qin’s instruction, the little rich girl took the warm half of the roasted sweet potato from his hand and tore off a thin layer of skin to take a bite.

After finishing the half sweet potato, she felt like burping, then turned to Jiang Qin with a look indicating ‘I have a bit of sweet potato on my lips.’ The figurative pink beads burst to Jizhou, bounced back to Linchuan, and finally popped onto Jiang Qin’s face.

By this time, Gao Wenhui had also finished her sweet potato, pulled out a packet of tissues from her bag to wipe her mouth, and kindly offered one over, “This sweet potato is perfectly baked, it’s all over your lips, Nanshu, do you want one?”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

“?”

The little rich girl flatly rejected Gao Wenhui’s “kindness,” then turned to look at Jiang Qin just to see him taking a deep breath and grasping her petite hand, pulling her toward the academic building.

In fact, Jiang Qin also felt like pecking her.

After all, he’s a young man full of vigor, having kissed the most radiant goddess of his youth, he naturally wanted another go.

Even though they are good friends, kissing last time didn’t seem to harm the friendship, so what’s the harm this time? As long as everyone is clear about it, it’s fine.

Besides, he was helping the little rich girl clear the sweet potato crumbs from her lips.

The pair walked through the long corridor to the academic building’s E section, right next to an exterior fire escape.

Despite the little rich girl’s childish demeanor, holding her feels nothing of the sort—it’s enchantingly perfect, which is why Jiang Qin can barely keep his composure.

“Look at the whole front square, who else thinks about pecking a good friend every day like you?”

In the dimly-lit stairwell, Jiang Qin wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her up, causing the little rich girl to stand on tiptoes, her eyes sparkling.

“There were some earlier, now it’s just us in the fire escape.”

Feng Nanshu cleverly replied, just as Jiang Qin moved closer and then gently closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, making a muffled sound.

Perhaps from playing in the snow outside, the little rich girl’s lips were still cool, carrying a floral sweetness, which was entirely claimed by Jiang Qin.

She also demonstrated why it’s said that girls are made of water, melting into a soft form then instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, shifting her weight onto him.

E section houses various classrooms and labs, usually desolate, especially on snowy days.

Thus, the empty hallway echoed with the faint sound of smacks and soft humming.

“Alright, it’s cleaned off.”

“There’s still a bit left.”

“Feng Nanshu, you’re too addictive.”

“Brother, kiss.”

Jiang Qin, looking at the little rich girl in his arms, couldn’t resist bending down again to cover her rosy lips.

Actually, from the moment he agreed to hold hands, it was a mistake—he’s spoiled her too much, unable to refuse any of her requests…

After a long moment, their lips parted. Feng Nanshu caught her breath, her eyes moist and shiny, looking completely dazed then tightly grasped his collar, pulling it out of shape.

“Don’t buy up all the school’s roasted sweet potatoes, got it? They spoil overnight.”

Jiang Qin leaned in close, his nose touching hers.

The little rich girl, utterly addled by the kisses, would agree to anything her ‘brother’ said, even if it meant selling herself and helping count the money.

“And no buying mooncakes either.”

“Got it, brother…”

The little rich girl, clutching his collar, gradually regained her senses and was about to ask if they could eat another sweet potato tomorrow, but before she could speak, her mouth was sealed with another kiss.

Before, whether it was holding hands or hugging, Jiang Qin would always say okay, that’s enough, but Feng Nanshu didn’t expect that today he had no intention of stopping, and her grip on his collar tightened.

Good friends can kiss. Good friends can indeed kiss…

Feng Nanshu silently thought, tilting her head to meet his, letting her ‘brother’ freely kiss her lips.

After a while, footsteps sounded from the staircase; students who had attended a practical session were likely finished, their footsteps especially clear.

The steaming breath of the two gradually separated, their gazes holding each other, the flicker of friendship palpable in their eyes.

Afterwards, Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu walked hand in hand from the academic building back to the front lobby; both had that typical little red-lipped look but acted as if nothing had happened, perfectly playing the part of a couple.

At the moment, Student Gao was still squatting in the snow, obliviously playing; she had no idea what had transpired in the past half hour, how Feng Nanshu had been thoroughly kissed.

Nevertheless, she managed her own feat: building an incredibly ugly snowman and snapped lots of selfies with it.

“Oh, you’re back?”

Gao Wenhui, spotting the suddenly reappearing duo, quickly approached them: “Hey, Nanshu, how do I feel you’ve gotten sillier than before?”

Feng Nanshu’s eyelashes quivered: “Brother just used friendship to dumb me down…”

“?”

Although Gao Wenhui was top in creating romantic fantasies, the duo’s updated private vocabulary was updating too swiftly, leaving her unable to decrypt it and missing a huge sweet moment.

Then she cracked a smile and turned to the little rich girl, “Nanshu, can I borrow your lipstick? The air is so dry, I think my lips are about to crack.”

Feng Nanshu opened her purse and handed her the lipstick.

“What flavor is it?”

The little rich girl turned to Jiang Qin, who expertly replied, “It’s jasmine-flavored, moisturizing with a hint of coolness but not oily.”

Gao Wenhui paused for a moment, her eyes widening as if she had discovered a shocking secret.

Witnessing this, Jiang Qin held his breath, fearing their friendship really did lower their guard, revealing flaws too readily.

Thinking back, Student Gao was overly sensitive; how did she manage to link that? Truly worthy of a 985 university’s brilliant student; with such skill, she should consider becoming a detective.

“Why are you laughing?”

Gao Wenhui glanced between Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu, a mischievous smirk curling her lips: “I get it, hehe, you two are using the same lipstick? Such good friends, indeed, how cheeky. But I don’t fancy an indirect kiss, so I’ll apply some later in the dorm.”

“?”

Jiang Qin paused, then flashed a smile: “Ah, right, right, you’re correct, totally.”

Gao Wenhui’s expression suddenly changed: “Although I don’t get it, I feel like you’re insulting me.”

“Not at all.”

At that moment, the little rich girl took the lipstick from Gao Wenhui, thought for a moment, then tiptoed up, gently turning Jiang Qin’s face to apply a layer on him.

Such typical girlfriend behavior even caught Gao off-guard.

It seems not all things need to be taught; if she likes him, a lot comes naturally.

Right then, Jiang Qin watching the little rich girl applying lipstick earnestly, suddenly remembered the lipstick’s ad slogan.

Moisturize my lips, touch your heart.

Back then, that line had casually flirted with him, yet today it turned prophetic.

Later, a group of seven went to the cafeteria for a meal, and Feng Nanshu went back to the dorm with Gao Wenhui and the others. After everyone went to bed, she changed into her Rilakkuma pajamas, carrying her little tiger stuffie, and dashed to the bathroom.

As the sound of running water filled the room, the dormmates grew puzzled and looked towards the balcony.

Through the glass, they could see Feng Nanshu, hoodie drawn up, her soft little ears on the hood swaying, washing clothes.

“Nanshu, it’s such a cold day; aren’t your hands going to freeze from washing clothes?”

“I’m just washing one piece.”

Feng Nanshu whispered back, then hung up the freshly washed clothes, scampered back to her desk, and fetched her diary.

Winter 2007, a heavy snowstorm in Jizhou, South City High suspended classes for half a day. Secretary Li missed the notification, so I built a huge snowman on the empty playground.

Winter 2010, the first snow in Linchuan, kissed a good friend, Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin…

After finishing her diary entry, the little rich girl climbed into her bed, covered with a fluffy new blanket, her mind filled with images of big bouncy bears.

“Feng Nanshu.”

“Hmm?”

“Is the blanket your mother-in-law made warm?”

“Warm.”

“I’m so envious. It seems being good friends really can be long-lasting.”

The dorm sisters had all watched Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu hand in hand; during the same time Whale Haini had broken up twice, and Yang Min had been deceived by a first-year athlete, nearly becoming an unknowing mistress.

But only Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu, one commanding influence in school with countless admirers, seemingly countless reasons he could turn into a scoundrel, and the other looking so naive and easy to deceive, possibly destined for future heartache.

And yet, these two had been sweetly together since freshman year, absurdly so.

Could it be that love is nonsense, and only friendship lasts forever?

At this moment, the girls of dorm 503 seemed to have a new perspective on dating.

Can’t handle this, going to get a shot.