My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 147: Write My Name Fifty Times

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Write My Name Fifty Times

They were both so lost in the moment just now that Fu Ying didn’t realize the scabs from the cuts on her arm last night had fallen off.

He was now looking down at her hand with a tender expression.

Fu Ying: "You just remembered I have a wound on my wrist?"

Shen Liguang couldn’t help but laugh: "Sorry."

Fu Ying bit her lip: "In our anc..."

"..."

"What?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "No, I just meant, premarital sex seems a bit..."

Shen Liguang raised his eyes: "I’ve seen everything, do you not want to take responsibility?"

Fu Ying: "..."

"No, that’s not it either." Fu Ying felt like crying, wondering who was actually at a disadvantage here.

Clearly, it was always him appearing eager, then acting as if he couldn’t continue.

Now, it sounded like she was the bad one...

"Will you leave me?"

Fu Ying was taken aback, not expecting the conversation to leap in that direction.

Fu Ying looked up into his eyes, his gentle gaze accentuated by a mole at the corner.

He quietly waited for her answer.

"I won’t."

After Fu Ying responded, feeling the atmosphere turn strange, she added another phrase: "I will never leave."

Forever.

Such a beautiful word.

Shen Liguang’s eyes smiled softly.

"You sit on the sofa for a while, I’ll cool down the porridge for you."

"I can do it myself..." Just as Fu Ying tried to stand up, she felt a strange sensation below, having entirely forgotten her period because of playing too hard in the countryside...

She dared not move, and awkwardly looked at Shen Liguang: "That... Brother."

"What’s wrong?"

Fu Ying took a deep breath, her cheeks suspiciously red: "I, I think my period has started."

Shen Liguang paused slightly: "Wait, I’ll go out and buy."

Shen Liguang hurried out and upon entering the supermarket, realized there were many types of feminine hygiene products.

He stood in front of the shelf, unsure of which one to choose.

"Sir, buying for your girlfriend?"

Shen Liguang appeared a bit unnatural, his eyes darting around: "Yeah, but, but I don’t know the differences between these."

"Hmm, this one has a net surface, this one is cotton, there’s also this one for nighttime, this one for day and night, this one is a pantyliner, and this is a tampon..."

"Does your girlfriend use regular ones or tampons?"

Shen Liguang: "...I, I don’t really know."

"Then, let’s go with tampons, they’re not stuffy, easy to carry, and less likely to leak."

Shen Liguang’s face turned reluctant: "I, I’ll look by myself."

The female clerk smiled at Shen Liguang: "Alright then, take your time."

"..."

Shen Liguang stared at the shelves, ended up taking one of each kind, and rushed to pay.

Fu Ying hid in the bathroom, not daring to come out until he returned.

When she reached out to take the items, she found he had bought a whole bag.

Fu Ying: "?"

Shen Liguang looked down: "Hmm, I didn’t know which kind you needed, so I took one of each."

Fu Ying nodded and silently closed the door.

Seeing his uneasy expression just now, Fu Ying couldn’t help but want to laugh.

Fu Ying lingered in the bathroom for quite a while before coming out.

He was flipping through her diary, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke swirling around as he squinted attentively.

Fu Ying quickly rushed to snatch the diary: "Stop looking."

With his tall figure and long limbs, he easily dodged Fu Ying.

"Let me look a bit more."

"No."

Shen Liguang looked at her and laughed: "If you can take it back, I’ll give it to you."

Fu Ying frowned: "You’re laughing at me for being short."

"No, I’m not."

"Yes, you are."

Despite her efforts to grow taller, she hadn’t reached 160cm yet.

Standing beside him, petite and exquisite, she only reached up to his chest.

"There’s nothing interesting to see, Brother, give me back my notebook."

Fu Ying felt her face burning hot, those overly sentimental words being seen by him was just too embarrassing.

And it seemed like he was watching quite seriously, going through each page.

"I have something to ask you." Shen Liguang squinted slightly through the smoke, pinched out the cigarette, and waved away the smoke with one hand.

"Once I saw you sitting at the station scribbling and then you lowered your head and gave a kiss, what were you drawing?"

Fu Ying blushed, not daring to look at him, shaking her head on her own, "I didn’t draw anything, Brother, give me back my notebook."

"Tell the truth."

"Nothing."

Shen Liguang: "I don’t believe it."

Fu Ying looked up at him, her girlish secret being exposed, she suddenly felt a bitterness in her heart: "I, I drew Brother."

Shen Liguang suddenly laughed: "You stole a kiss from Brother, huh?"

Fu Ying was embarrassed: "I, I... did not steal a kiss."

"Then what was it?"

Fu Ying lowered her head and stopped talking.

She did not just steal a drawing and a kiss; she also fantasized about too many impossible things.

But she was more fortunate, those impossible things had now become possible.

"Brother, please give me back my notebook."

The girl had an embarrassed face and was eager to cry.

"Wait a moment."

Shen Liguang went to get a pen, and in the first page of her diary, he added two strokes to his name, changing the small character below the ’Li’ she had written incorrectly into ’water’.

In an instant, Fu Ying was incredibly embarrassed.

That was the first time she wrote his name, and after that, having written his name so many times, his three-character name seemed to have become muscle memory, she could write it even with her eyes closed.

He raised his hand, tapped her head with the pen: "It’s the ’Li’ from Dawn."

"I know."

"Then why did you write my name wrong."

"It wasn’t on purpose."

"You write my name now, correctly, and I’ll give you back the notebook."

Fu Ying looked at him, motionless.

Shen Liguang was serious, his expression stern, shoving the pen into her hand: "Write now."

Fu Ying felt like he was as stern as their high school class advisor Tan Ruonian, and she was like a primary school student pulled out for a spelling quiz.

Shen Liguang, seeing her not moving to write, tapped his fingers impatiently on the table: "Write."

Fu Ying looked at him and, holding the pen, wrote down his name stroke by stroke.

Her handwriting was similar to the letters she had sent him over those two years.

He remembered, this girl was not academically inclined, but she wrote beautifully.

She seemed to have many qualities that were different from others.

Fu Ying wrote his name proficiently, her writing graceful. After finishing, she looked up at him: "Brother, is this alright?"

"Have you practiced calligraphy?"

Fu Ying paused, scratching her head.

How should she put it, before coming here, she was often supervised by Grand Tutor to practice brush calligraphy.

"Yes, I’ve had lessons, during the summer upgrading to senior high, I practiced a bit during tutoring."

Shen Liguang nodded: "Your handwriting is very beautiful, Brother likes it very much, write my name fifty times."

Fu Ying frowned.

"Do you want the diary?"

Fu Ying bit her lip: "Brother, isn’t this demand a bit unreasonable?"

"Uh-huh, being disobedient is not just unreasonable."

"..."

"Are you going to write?"

Fu Ying glanced at the diary in his hand, compromised: "I’ll write."

His name had many strokes, and it took Fu Ying over ten minutes to write his name fifty times.

Shen Liguang handed her the notebook back, she treasured it like a precious item in her arms.

"Hide it well."

Fu Ying nodded.

"Hide it forever."

Fu Ying looked up at him.

She always felt that his recent words had deeper meanings.