My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 95 I Really Like Brother So Much

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 I Really Like Brother So Much

The night she went to see Shen Liguang, Fu Yan got Fu Ying drunk with several bottles of beer.

Fu Ying couldn’t hold her liquor, and a few bottles were enough to cloud her mind.

Fu Yan frowned, pushed the limp Fu Ying like a dead fish, feeling this girl was useless.

His original plan was to let her drink just enough to get tipsy and find Shen Liguang, to say everything that needed to be said under the influence of alcohol. Instead, she had become like a dead fish.

After going this far, he couldn’t give up halfway.

Fu Yan didn’t say anything, just dumped Fu Ying downstairs at Shen Liguang’s place, then took out her phone and dialed the man.

He pushed the phone into Fu Ying’s hand and drove off.

Halfway, Fu Yan’s drive was interrupted by sudden rain.

He stopped the car at the roadside, wondering whether he should go back and check.

Reluctantly sighing, Fu Yan decided to drive back as he couldn’t stop worrying.

Just as he reached the building, he saw that his little sister had finally pulled herself together.

The little girl sat on the steps, tightly hugging Shen Liguang, both drenched in the rain.

Fu Yan smiled, thinking the mission was accomplished, and then turned around and left.

The summer rain felt a bit cool as it soaked their bodies, and Shen Liguang brought her into the car.

He was about to ask her something when the little girl suddenly lunged forward and kissed him.

Her movements were awkward, clumsy, and chaotic, unsettling Shen Liguang.

His mouth tasted entirely of her liquor.

Shen Liguang’s eyes darkened severely as he placed his hands on Fu Ying’s shoulders.

"Do you know what you’re doing?"

Water on the girl’s face, it was unclear whether it was rain or tears.

She sniffed, her voice hoarse: "I know, and it’s precisely because I know, I did it."

She suddenly leaned in again and licked his lip.

Shen Liguang frowned, first time ever feeling bewildered by a little girl; so many times he thought of succumbing, yet reason told him he could not.

"Fu Ying."

He called her name with forbearance.

"Could you control yourself a bit? I can wait for you to grow up."

The girl’s eyes were red, she wiped her face, tears flowing down again, not listening to him: "It’s all just a dream, all fake, I say I like you, and you wouldn’t even know."

"I, I, really like you, Brother. The first time I saw Brother, I liked you, but, but... you are not just my hero, not just someone’s General."

"Brother, do you understand what it feels like to have an unrequited love? I feel you’re so close to me yet so far, I want to grasp you, but when I reach out, you’re ethereal."

"I want to get close to you, but then I get nervous, I feel so contradictory. Occasionally I think about giving up liking you, yet I can’t let go. I wrote you a letter, not even daring to sign it."

"Brother, I really like you, truly..."

"Mm, I know." Shen Liguang licked his lips, his voice hoarse.

The girl was drenched, holding him, saying a lot.

Over and over again, the same phrase: Brother, I really like you.

It was all a blur, like mutterings in a dream.

Outside, the rain was heavy, large drops pattered on the car windows with a crackling sound.

It took a while before the girl in his arms was completely asleep. Shen Liguang bowed his head, gazing at her little face under the dim orange light inside the car.

Her cheeks were flushed, from the alcohol.

Her lips a bit swollen, because she had been particularly frantic while kissing him, using a lot of force.

Shen Liguang’s fingers gently touched her face, murmuring: "Of course, I understand the taste of an unrequited love."

"Next time we meet, you’ll be eighteen, right?"

"If you would still run towards me at eighteen, I’ll embrace it without looking back."

"Take good care of yourself, girl. Don’t get drunk when you’re out."

Shen Liguang leaned over and kissed her forehead: "Little girl, Brother will wait for you to grow up."

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The sunlight streamed into the room outside, the sun blazing hot.

The room was tranquil, only the sound of the air conditioner working. Fu Ying stared at the ceiling, trying to remember last night’s events.

It was fragmented; she only remembered her older brother coming to take her back.

She was truly useless.

"Fu Ying."

Upon hearing Fu Yan’s voice, Fu Ying got out of bed with her messy hair and went to open the door.

"How was last night? Did you talk?"

Fu Ying thought for a moment, shook her head: "It seems not, he seemed to be with Brother that night, I remember, I heard Brother talking."

"Hopeless case."

Fu Ying: "..."

"Brother Li Guang is leaving tomorrow."

Fu Ying nodded blankly: "Oh."

On Monday afternoon, during a Chinese language class, Fu Ying made a rash decision—she skipped class.

She had previously noticed a hole in the fence when taking out the trash, just big enough for her to squeeze through.

She hailed a car and went to his house.

At that time, the man was walking out of the residential area with a suitcase in hand, and they happened to meet.

Fu Ying, panting, slowed her pace and stared at him, her eyes reddening.

Shen Liguang was stunned, she wasn’t supposed to be here at this time.

"How did you get here?"

"By car."

"What I mean is you should be in class."

Fu Ying nodded frantically, "I know I should be in class, I skipped it."

He was holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at her and suddenly fell silent.

The cigarette was burning, his face obscured by smoke.

Fu Ying pulled a small charm from her school uniform pocket and handed it over, "I don’t have much to give Brother, take this."

"I don’t want this."

Fu Ying’s fingers tightened, and she silently took back the charm.

Shen Liguang pointed to the little hair tie in her hair, "I want this."

Shen Liguang reached out and pulled down the hair tie used to tie her ponytail.

The girl’s hair flowed down, gently swaying with the breeze.

Fu Ying was taken aback.

He repeated: "I want this."

Fu Ying nodded: "Okay."

"Go back to school."

"Okay." Fu Ying’s eyes slightly red, she turned slowly and walked towards the platform.

Fu Ying understood, with this turn, who knows when they might meet again.

He was leaving for over a year, and anything could happen in that time.

He might get a girlfriend.

Fu Ying looked back, people bustling on the streets, unknowing who was just passing by in someone else’s life.

Fu Ying thought, her unrequited love might end in pain.

Fu Ying returned to school and was lectured by Tan Ruonian.

Her mind elsewhere, she bowed her head in silence.

Seeing that she acknowledged her mistake and her recent good behavior, Tan Ruonian sighed and let it go, telling her to return to the classroom.

Lin Lishan asked her, "Where did you run off to just now? Skipped class?"

Fu Ying nodded: "Yeah."

"Whoa, girl, you’re too bold."

Fu Ying forced a smile: "Sort of."

That day, Fu Ying was off, unable to concentrate in class, and during self-study, she couldn’t even grasp the meaning of a poem she read.

She recognized every word but couldn’t understand what they meant together.

This state persisted until she went home in the evening.

She didn’t greet anyone, headed straight into her room, and locked the door.

At night, she rarely sent him two words: ’Stay safe,’ a sister’s admonishment to a brother.

May he be safe in all things.