Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 242 - 183. Light Bulb

Chapter 242: 183. Light Bulb

"Kiss?"

Guan Yongyi froze, her eyelashes fluttering as she pointed to the back of her hand, stealing glances at her bestie beside her.

"Just... just like this?"

"Is this called kissing?"

The short-haired girl turned her pale hand over and couldn’t help but laugh silently.

"What’s that look for, Guan Yongyi!"

Zhou Sinin’s cheeks reddened slightly as she pinched her friend’s forearm gently, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

"Actually, it’s not like that..."

"It’s a bit more... intimate than that."

Besties often gossiped, but discussing these intimate details with men, especially when one of them was the topic of discussion, was a first for the pair.

"So it’s that kind of kiss?"

Guan Yongyi extended her finger, pointing towards the young girl’s delicate, porcelain cheeks buried in brown hair, probing further.

"Aww, here..."

Zhou Sinin grasped her best friend’s finger, tracing it from the edge of her cheek to her rosy lips.

"Huh? Things are moving that fast!"

Guan Yongyi propped herself up with her left arm, moving closer, and draped an arm around her shoulders, her dark pupils shimmering as if filled with light.

"I heard that right, you kissed like that?"

After speaking, she teasingly stuck out the tip of her tongue to demonstrate.

"Yeah..."

Zhou Sinin pulled back her knees, cradling her cheeks in her hands, two sweet dimples floating up to the corners of her mouth.

The spot-on imitation by her bestie inevitably brought back memories of that heart-fluttering night.

But how did she mimic it so accurately?

"When was it? Wait, a first kiss, Zhou Sinin! Does that mean you two are already..."

Upon learning the truth, Guan Yongyi took a deep breath, her eyes widened in shock.

Isn’t kissing enough to be considered a couple?

But before she could finish articulating the conclusive statement, she swallowed it forcefully.

Gulp.

Maybe... it doesn’t count.

All the alcohol molecules seemed to rise at the same moment, her eyes cleared up, and her mind had never been so sharp.

"Was it that day! The night of the 10th, when you asked me what counts as being together?"

Guan Yongyi clenched the sofa cushion tightly, the veins in her hands protruding.

"Wow, true besties remember even the little details~"

Zhou Sinin giggled sweetly, her voice warm and mushy, unable to hide her happiness.

That made sense.

Seeing the happiness brimming in her friend’s eyes, Guan Yongyi suddenly pieced everything together.

[You asked, how do two people really become a couple?]

The question asked by her bestie, though seemingly silly at first glance, was a natural reaction for a girl after a kiss.

A sour feeling involuntarily bubbled up in her heart as she strived to keep her voice steady and continued asking.

"What was my response? Confessing, so did he confess?"

"No!"

Zhou Sinin shook her head, yet her smile lingered.

"I see."

The short-haired girl breathed out a quiet sigh of relief

"But I confessed to him."

"???"

"I said I liked him."

Zhou Sinin pursed her lips, her large watery eyes arching like bridges, and whenever she mentioned Lu Jincheng, dimples seemed to be etched permanently on her cheeks, exuding the sweet scent of love.

"This... this is great, it’s very like you."

Guan Yongyi almost stumbled over her words, struggling to keep a clear head, desperately taking a third-person perspective, saying what seemed appropriate for her standpoint.

Yes, right, that’s correct.

That’s Zhou Sinin.

If the moon doesn’t come to her, then she’ll go to the moon herself.

That was her consistent character, once decided follow through with bravery and passion, candid and fiery.

How could any boy resist Zhou Sinin?

She’s really great.

Unlike me.

Guan Yongyi suddenly understood a line written by Sailinger in "Heart of Broken Stories."

When she read it, she thought the author was being pretentious.

—Love is the hand that desires to touch but retracts, love is the heart that quivers without being touched.

But now, she found herself as if looking in a mirror.

Wanting to touch but too afraid, longing to possess but drawing back.

Isn’t that me?

The Guan Yongyi who is timid as a mouse and only knows how to flee.

"So I told you, babe, it’s okay to use him as a shield, just ask for his help, right?"

Zhou Sinin stretched her legs, resting them on the nearby coffee table, her feet swaying, ten delicate toes painted with dark red nail polish, full of elegance and allure.

She said smilingly, in her mind, Lu Jincheng had all sorts of tricks up his sleeve, dealing with an unwanted suitor for a bestie was a matter of moments.

"Forget it."

Guan Yongyi looked down, her face expressionless as if she had made up her mind.

"Let’s not bother him, I can handle it myself."

"I’m going to wash up."

...

Having finished cleansing first and applying a serum face mask, Guan Yongyi finally felt fully sober as Zhou Sinin entered the bathroom.

Tying up her hair, she walked to the stereo in flip-flops, turned on her phone out of habit, and played a song, trying to soothe her complicated emotions.

"If jealousy cannot be public,

Learn to graciously accept,

When together, stay behind,

Who abandoned old friends?"

The song was Deng Lixin’s "Light Bulb."

Only four lines in, Guan Yongyi suddenly felt an emptiness within, followed by an unsettling panic.

She immediately paused the music, the piano cutting off abruptly.

No.

Something’s not right.

My thoughts are almost written on my face.

If she understands this song, she will definitely overthink it.

Forget it, let’s change it.

Switch to a more cheerful song, this one.

—Xie Anqi’s "Invitation Street."

"Forget the love once had,

The initial wedding invitation printed with that man’s name,

The wall hung with the wedding dress picture,

And all beautiful memories of yesteryear, tomorrow both will be removed—"

Listening on, Guan Yongyi’s heart swelled with sorrow, and she rubbed her eyes and cheeks, manually adjusting her emotions.