My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 69 What She Drew, What She Kissed

Chapter 69: Chapter 69 What She Drew, What She Kissed

Fu Ying thought that summer vacation meant free time. Even if she had to take makeup classes, she had enough personal space—enough to see him more often.

But unexpectedly, he was even busier during the summer break.

From firefighting to rescuing cats and dogs.

No matter how disheveled he looked at work, Fu Ying always thought he shone brightly.

At four in the afternoon, after tutoring, she sat for a while at the bus stop for route seven by the roadside. It was clearly a route he wouldn’t pass by, but Fu Ying felt it was a bit closer to him.

Although she really wanted to see him, she felt that she shouldn’t disturb his work. So, all she could do was live quietly and think of him when she was daydreaming.

Fu Ying had been sitting at the stop for a while; buses came and went, people waiting for buses came and went. Time ticked away second by second, and as night fell, the wait became even more unbearable.

Fu Ying hung her head and stared at his portrait, kissing it not impulsively this time, but rather spontaneously.

Then, Fu Ying sighed.

Shen Liguang was never a coward; he could risk his life to save others—in fact, isn’t being a firefighter a high-risk profession?

If he wasn’t afraid of death, what else could he fear?

He watched the little girl sitting alone at the bus stop. If it were before, he would have walked over without any hesitation, not hesitating like he was now.

Even thinking of the excuse of giving her a hairpin, he hesitated because of her previous refusal when he insisted on giving it to her.

It wasn’t until he saw the girl doodling in a notebook and then cautiously kissing it that he couldn’t restrain himself and walked over.

Fu Ying was startled, quickly hiding the notebook behind her, looking at him with panic.

Shen Liguang wanted to know what she had drawn, what she kissed—so cautiously, as if treating a lover, and suddenly felt a pang of sourness.

But all the words he could think of lacked a certain identity.

The girl put the notebook in her backpack, performed a curtsy towards him, a bit awkward but still looking rather charming.

Fu Ying felt something stifling in her chest, took a deep breath, and said, "Brother, what a coincidence."

"Uh-huh."

"..." Fu Ying hung her head, staring at her toes, and said no more.

Shen Liguang clenched his fists tightly and said, "Well, you did a good job with the English reading just now."

Fu Ying blushed: "How did brother know I was just tutoring English?"

"..." Shen Liguang’s eyes darted away, "Your big brother told me."

"Oh."

"Uh... do you have time?"

"Ah?"

"..."

Shen Liguang almost couldn’t help but laugh.

Like dealing with a young boy experiencing his first crush.

"What I mean is, if you’re not in a hurry, I can take you home later."

Fu Ying nodded: "Oh."

Shen Liguang frowned, "Is ’oh’ hurried or not hurried?"

"Not hurried."

Shen Liguang looked up towards the neon lights, his voice not quite natural: "Then could you stay with me here for half an hour? My ride will arrive soon."

"..." Fu Ying nodded gently, "Okay, thank you, brother."

Shen Liguang thought he was mad, asking the little girl to wait for him for half an hour until his ride came to take her home.

Wouldn’t it be faster to just take a taxi home in this half hour?

She agreed to wait, but was it willingness or just too embarrassed to refuse him?

Shen Liguang licked his lips, his gaze swiftly scanning over the girl.

Fu Ying stood stiffly, her fingers tightly clutching the straps of her backpack.

"How do you feel about the tutoring?"

After a long while, the man broke the silence.

Fu Ying nodded restrainedly: "It’s okay."

Shen Liguang clenched his molars.

This girl used to be more talkative than this.

"How many points did you score on the final exam this time?"

Fu Ying bit her lip, embarrassed to answer.

"Just, mediocre, I’ve improved, better than last time’s mock exam."

"That’s quite good."

Fu Ying clutched her backpack strap, feeling especially uneasy.

Despite having a belly full of words to say, she was so nervous that she couldn’t speak at all.

When will I not feel nervous anymore?

Just like treating a friend, treating an elder brother, to be able to laugh and talk with him.

She also longed to laugh and talk with him.

Unfortunately, she suppressed too many thoughts that she couldn’t voice.

Shen Liguang looked down at her.

The little girl lowered her head, fingers clasping the backpack strap, kicking pebbles underfoot, lost in whatever she was thinking, so engrossed.

He had said that he would not let anyone pry into his own heart or others’, a statement he now wanted to take back.

He... wanted to pry into the little girl’s heart.

He really wanted to know what she was thinking about when she was daydreaming, what she was troubled by.

This thought was a bit terrifying.

It was the beginning of a downfall, uncontrollable.

"Boss, get in the car."

Soon, Wu Xiaowu drove over, calling him to get in.

Whether time passed very quickly or what, Fu Ying felt it hadn’t been half an hour.

"This girl..." Wu Xiaowu eyed Fu Ying, "is she here to seek revenge again?"

"?"

Shen Liguang frowned: "I know her, Fu Yi’s sister."

"Oh." Wu Xiaowu scratched his head and smiled. "Captain Fu’s sister, I thought this little girl was so vengeful."

Shen Liguang ignored Wu Xiaowu and opened the car door for Fu Ying.

"Thank you, brother."

The little girl was polite and sensible, repeating "Thank you, brother," which made Shen Liguang somewhat uncomfortable.

"Boss, can you get in the car quickly?" Wu Xiaowu glanced at the time, unable to help urging.

Fu Ying moved over to make room for him.

Shen Liguang originally intended to sit in the passenger seat, but seeing the little girl make room for him, naturally sat next to her.

In the cramped space, it was dangerously... fatal...

Fortunately, there was Wu Xiaowu, making the atmosphere much livelier.

"I’m really seeing Captain Fu’s sister for the first time, seems a lot younger than Captain Fu, a minor, right? How old is she?"

"Sixteen."

Wu Xiaowu laughed loudly: "I remember in school, there was a text called ’Sixteen Pomegranates’, pretty catchy, we always used to say that phrase, it was hilarious."

"..."

Wu Xiaowu: "Last time the boss scolded you, did you go home and tell your brother? If it were me, I’d say, he wasn’t gentle at all, knowing each other and not even taking care."

Shen Liguang frowned: "Drive properly, why do you talk so much."

...

At night, Fu Ying lay on her bed staring blankly at the crystal chandelier.

Qibao jumped onto the bed, liking to nuzzle her, purring while it rubbed against her.

Fu Ying turned over and hugged it, rubbing her face against its round body.

"Qibao, when will it be him that I’m holding when I turn over?"

"Is this thought of mine a bit abnormal?"

"But, his chest is firm, his arms warm, I really want to snuggle into his embrace..."

Fu Ying couldn’t help but blush and burn with embarrassment, knowing her words were making her feel awkward.

She let go of Qibao, covering herself with the blanket, overwhelmed with bashful thoughts.

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