Then, she brought him to school. She talked about the first assignment she received in her philosophy class and was very proud that she had one of the highest marks in the class and even had the Professor Mark for approval. It already had difficult materials, complex reasoning, and obscure concepts. All the way to her self-esteem, a good driving force, but Wei Ming could not belittle the self-cultivation of philosophy, as a "lazy" and "waste of time".
After that, Xiao Min became a loner. This frustrated Wei Ming and he became rude towards her. She didn't know what he wanted from her. When she talked about things in her life, he just treated them as if they were insignificant. Just now, when she talked about Yang Jiaqi and Luo Chong, she had made him angry. He had never liked Yang Jiaqi. She remembered her possessiveness, and he had become a robber when he saw her talking to Yuandan.
The night had ended with sex, which was actually the highlight of the night and brought Xiao Min pleasure. He hugged her gently and whispered her smile into her ear. Xiao Min's cool mood warmed his memory. At least he left a note, she thought. Xiao Min searched her wallet and put on her coat before going home.
"Oh, damn it." Yang Jiaqi panted.
Her spine was bent, and her fingers were tightly wrapped around the headboard. Luo Chong tilted his chin upwards, drinking the nectar of her gender because it originated from her. Yang Jiaqi shivered, her hips swaying on his face, smearing her juice along his lips and chin. When her apex receded, she toppled over her back. Luo Chong was not long after her, bringing her his sticky lips. Yang Jiaqi panted in front of the stiff organ feeling, and she once again slid into the taste of the evidence she had recently tasted at the apex of his lips.
"You are perfect." He told her.
Yang Jiaqi smiled. "You're not that bad yourself." Her reply had already become a habit for them.
Then, they cleaned up and found that Vaseline was not the best thing to use as a lubricant in this process. They stepped over each other's bodies to rub soap, to wash each other's hair, to touch and caress them. After they had finished their shower, they had their lunch. They took a nap, and in the afternoon, they hugged and kissed for the last time for a few hours before making love. Then, it was time for Yang Jiaqi to go home.
Luo Chong pulled Yang Jiaqi into the lane. She had an indecisive moment. She wanted to tell him how she felt, how she really felt, and how he had expected her to say those three words from the night before.
But she couldn't say it.
Somehow, she felt that it would hurt them. What were they planning to damage? So no words came, but when she kissed him goodbye to Luo Chong, she felt the passion in his mind, and there was no doubt that he had returned the way he did, and she knew he felt the same. Maybe that was enough. When it was not important, they already knew without saying it. As their lips parted slightly, Yang Jiaqi smiled at him.
"Later, my dear." she said.
Luo Chong grinned. "The detailed sweetheart."
Yang Jiaqi walked into the house. Winston greeted her with his usual hysterical happiness. She entered the kitchen. Lauren sat at the table.
"Good night?" she asked deliberately.
Luo Lan knew that it was Yang Jiaqi who had spent the night with Luo Chong.
Yang Jiaqi grinned. "Yes, I am."
"So, you're still on a 'date' too?”Lauren asked.
"He's my boyfriend," Yang Jiaqi said.”
The words that felt good came out of her mouth.
Yang Jiaqi sat opposite Xiao Min and drank her glass of wine. They had just finished working out in the gym and were doing something urgently needed to catch up. A month had passed since she and Luo Chong became boyfriend and girlfriend. This meant that she and Xiao Min had spent much less time together as an unfortunate consequence of their committed relationship. But now, Xiao Min was on spring break, so she had the time to do whatever she wanted with Yang Jiaqi.
However, Luo Chong's theme was never far from Yang Jiaqi's mind. Xiao Min was amused to see how nuts Yang Jiaqi was about him. Seeing that he and she were very clear, he also liked it. They discussed Luo Chong's birthday, and he had always insisted on having a party in his rejection, not thinking about how much Yang Jiaqi spent a day. It had been two days, and Yang Jiaqi still hadn't figured out what to buy for him. He set the bar high for Valentine's Day, she thought, to live up to this standard.
One problem was that she knew what Luo Chong liked but couldn't afford it. She would only buy things that were not as good as what he already had. The mechanical thing would be a Squib. She didn't have enough knowledge to get something that he would really like. The biggest problem was that Yang Jiaqi knew what she could get from him. He was just happy that she was willing to try. Somehow, this would be worse than actual failure, but she didn't know what made him.
"What kind of CD?" Xiao Min suggested.
"He's like he's already downloaded 5000 songs. I don't think I'm going to get anything.”she said.
"Do it once?" she suggested.
Yang Jiaqi blinked." What? It's like a mixed tape. I want to give him something more.”
"Sing yourself. Does he like to listen to you?”Xiao Min said.
" I think, I mean, it's going to be a strange gift…I'm not really that good, I can't see him listen more than once.”Yang Jiaqi answered consciously.
"Shut up, you're a beautiful singer, he loves it, it'll be personal.”She told her.
" I didn't prepare any songs…" Yang Jiaqi retorted.
Xiao Min raised her eyebrows. "Come on, what will you sing after hearing it a few times?”
This was real. Yang Jiaqi had a knack for learning songs, something she learned from her mother. When they listened to the radio together, she would encourage Yang Jiaqi to sing together. She was annoyed when she fumbled for the lyrics. Yang Jiaqi had become very good at repeating what she heard. Once there was a receipt, it was hard to come by.
"Where should we record it? We just need a microphone or something.”she said. "And backup, I don't play any instruments.”
Xiao Min had already taken out her phone. "I know who asked."
Yang Jiaqi looked uneasily at Xiao Min, who had heard her call for someone to pick up the other end.
"Amy?" Xiao Min said.
Yang Jiaqi's heart sank. She had to go through this. Their friend, Amy, was a music major, and the university gave students access to recording equipment and instruments. Everything during the break was free and open.
"Do we do such things?" After Xiao Min asked, she described what was on her mind.
Yang Jiaqi saw Xiao Min's smile and knew that she had lost all hope. She hated this kind of thought, but Xiao Min's enthusiasm made her feel that perhaps she really wanted to snatch it. Yang Jiaqi knew that Xiao Min was the best gift giver. She had a knack for making people want exactly what they wanted. She often listens to her friends. In addition, it would give them a chance to spend more time together. What Yang Jiaqi was most worried about was that Luo Chong would not like it. She would make things difficult for herself.
Xiao Min said,"Because of Amy." "Yeah, see you then." Then it was Yang Jiaqi's turn." Alright, so we plan to meet Amy and Wayne at the university tomorrow at nine o'clock.”
Wayne and Amy were still together, although the oddly matched couple was sweet. It was a wonderful night for Luo Chong and Yang Jiaqi. Finally, Yang Jiaqi's girlfriend proposed to him a few months before New Year's Eve.
"Maybe I should just give him a gift card instead of letting him.”Yang Jiaqi said unhappily.
Xiao Min suggested. "That's sad. Come on, this is personal and sweet."
This is not me. Yang Jiaqi thought. She liked to sing, so she didn't consider its gift. She was talented, but she had to pay a huge price. She had experienced a terrible childhood and a strict mother. Singing was a personal release for her, a way to cope with fear and nervousness, which was why she sang so much around Luo Chong when they first met. She was very comfortable with the people around her, like Xiao Minhe. This was the only pleasure she had.
She didn't have any other thoughts, though. Luo Chong had once used his technical skills to solve the problem of her current liking for phonographs. Using her talents might bring him a lot of pleasure.
"Alright then." Yang Jiaqi's heart softened.
Xiao Min's face lit up as she smiled. "It will be perfect, I promise.”
He spent two afternoons picking the remaining tracks to record. She was about to make it, but fortunately, Amy had a friend named Emma who could play the piano. The next day, Xiao Min picked up Yang Jiaqi from her house and brought her to the campus. They found Wayne first, then in shorter numbers, and finally in tiny form, Amy. Wayne waved his hand, and as they approached Amy, he introduced them to the young man who looked quite nice.
"This is Zhou Jiali." Amy said.
Zhou Jiali nodded in greeting. He seemed calm, but not good enough. They walked into the university's recording studio. Strictly speaking, the facility was designed for students like Yang Jiaqi and Zhou Jiali, but why an engineering student needed to record a CD would be difficult to explain. They were three years ahead of him, and he was the senior. He seemed to be a little strange about Xiao Min, even though she was not likable. Maybe he was biased, Amy explained. He was some kind of genius, and that could be part of his career.
Yang Jiaqi provided him with a list of songs. The day before she planned to record, he spent the night listening to them and learning from them. Obviously, he could learn to play after only hearing it a few times like Courtenay. She had ten songs to record and did it for an entire day. The campus was quiet and quiet, and the facilities were open to them. One of Yang Jiaqi's favorites: They started Fleetwood Macs with chains.
Zhou Jiali and Yang Jiaqi discussed what they were going to do. They prepared to record the previous rehearsals. Zhou Jiali entered, followed by Yang Jiaqi. Usually, two people would sing this song, but they had already broken the norm and only had piano accompaniment. To a certain extent, this was very good. This made Yang Jiaqi's voice the center of attention. Night moving from the Seger Swamp is the future. Everyone could hear the tone in Yang Jiaqi's voice.
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