MTL - Wear To the High School Days of Iceberg O-Chapter 53

The cold wind with the dry breath of winter blows the trees in the park constantly.

Looking at the house with the blue roof, Jiang Shuyi imagined Wen Yao's fourteen or fifteen year old appearance.

Her personality may not have changed much, but she must be immature and proud.

She should have been the most proud person in the world.

Thinking of what she should look like, Jiang Shuyi couldn't help feeling distressed.

Wen Yao took a slow breath, raised his head quietly, and looked quietly at the sky with a few stars as if saying hello:

"From the restaurant where we ate just now to this park, we walked for less than an hour."

Wen Yao said these words quietly, without any expression on his face.

"My elementary school, junior high school, and my former home."

"Although these places no longer belong to me, they all have traces of me."

"Although it's funny, this place that can be walked for an hour is all I have."

Looking at the blue-roofed house, she blinked her eyes somewhat helplessly.

'all'.

Jiang Shuyi couldn't help but stood up and walked to Wen Yao's side.

"Jiang Shuyi," Wen Yao lowered his head and looked at the ground, his tone was flat, "I didn't bring you here to express that I was sad or upset."

"I just wanted to say..."

Wen Yao sighed helplessly, pursed his lips as if organizing words, hesitated for a while, and finally said:

"...I just walk you through."

"..." Jiang Shuyi blinked his eyes.

The person in front of her really made her feel distressed.

Wen Yao's everything seems to be nothing, which makes people feel bitter.

Wen Yao has nothing because she doesn't even have a place to cry to others.

She has nothing left.

Jiang Shuyi felt a pain in his chest when he thought of this.

"Not funny at all, thanks for telling me."

Jiang Shuyi walked behind Wen Yao, and hugged her quietly.

Wen Yao lowered his head and said nothing.

It seemed that she didn't know what to say, after a while she read Jiang Shuyi's name, "...Jiang Shuyi."

Wen Yao sighed slowly, "It's getting cold outside."

Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao's somewhat confused face, and took her hand,

"Then shall we go home?"

"..."

Wen Yao paused when she heard the word "go home".

After a long time, she nodded her head.

"Um."

--

The two walked back home from the small park.

As soon as Jiang Shuyi returned to his room, he changed into a set of home clothes.

In fact, she didn't eat anything at all tonight, which made Jiang Shuyi feel a little hungry now.

Eating supper is of course not a good habit, but she felt that she would not be able to fall asleep, so she went to the kitchen, intending to find something to make do with it.

"Eat once in a while, you won't gain weight." She comforted herself.

Because she called and told her aunt during dinner that she would not come back for dinner tonight, so the aunt did not cook.

Of course there is nothing in the refrigerator.

However, because Tang Wenzhen will be back tomorrow, my aunt cooked a pot of pear and bird's nest soup in the kitchen.

From Jiang Shuyi's point of view, this health supplement is similar to white fungus.

So, Jiang Shuyi scooped up a small bowl of pear bird's nest soup and took a few sips.

The Sydney Bird's Nest Soup has a hint of fruity sweetness, and it tastes warm and delicious.

After Jiang Shuyi drank two bowls, he remembered that Wen Yao didn't seem to have eaten much tonight.

So, she took another bowl and brought it to the door of Wen Yao's room.

Jiang Shuyi knocked on the door.

"Wen Yao, are you hungry? Do you want to drink bird's nest soup?"

The door of Wen Yao's room was rarely closed carefully, and opened with a light knock.

"Wen Yao?" Jiang Shuyi walked in.

There was no one in the room.

The books were neatly placed on the desk. It was obvious that the decoration and layout of this room were all in warm tones, but maybe because Wen Yao lived in, it seemed a bit chilly.

Jiang Shuyi looked at his watch and thought that she might have gone to take a shower.

Jiang Shuyi put the bird's nest on Wen Yao's desk.

If Wen Yao wanted to drink after taking a bath, he would drink it.

Jiang Shuyi put it down and was about to go out when his gaze fell on Wen Yao's bed somehow.

"..."

It's not that she has any other plans for Wen Yao's bed.

It's just that the pillows on the bed are a bit of a concern.

The pillow itself was covered with her familiar pillowcase.

The pillow is also the pillow she is familiar with, the single pillow in their room.

But, the problem is the pillow

The more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes, no matter how you look at it...

"..." Jiang Shuyi cast a cautious glance behind him.

nobody. Wen Yao has not come back yet.

After a few seconds of pause, she slowly approached Wen Yao's bed.

"..." Jiang Shuyi coughed wanting to hide it, and stretched his hand under Wen Yao's pillow.

She carefully pulled out the black dress.

Jiang Shuyi stared at the black shirt with wide eyes.

This shirt looks like my shirt...

Actually, when Jiang Shuyi went out today, he planned to wear the black shirt that he usually wears at home.

However, she couldn't find the black shirt after searching for a long time, thinking that the auntie took it for washing, so she changed into other clothes.

Jiang Shuyi stretched his hand into his sleeve and tried it out.

The clothes might be a little too big for Wen Yao, but they seemed just right for him.

...really looks like my shirt.

The room was very quiet, Jiang Shuyi fell silent while holding his own shirt.

She turned her head and took another look at Wen Yao's pillow, and found that when she took out the shirt, she seemed to bring out something again, the pillow "..."

It's so familiar, the texture of this knitted sweater is like the one I put in the laundry basket yesterday.

"..."

…No way?

Jiang Shuyi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then quietly held the knitted sweater with his index finger and thumb, and slowly pulled it out.

"..."

Exactly the same as the one I replaced yesterday.

Jiang Shuyi stretched his hand into the knitted sweater to make gestures again. This knitted sweater is a bit baggy, so it looks loose even if he wears it, let alone Wen Yao.

"..."

...so, isn't this mine too?

Jiang Shuyi took a breath, and looked at Wen Yao again with a persistent spirit of inquiry. After the sweater was taken out, a gray T-shirt was also pulled out...

Jiang Shuyi fell into silence.

—I heard people say that digging sweet potato fruits is one after another. I didn’t expect that today’s clothes can be peeled off one by one.

Jiang Shuyi felt his heart was beating very fast, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to Wen Yao's quilt, feeling more excited than riding a roller coaster.

"Jiang Shuyi."

At this time, a cold voice sounded from behind Jiang Shuyi.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Shuyi turned his head abruptly, and saw Wen Yao standing behind him.

Wen Yao's hair hadn't dried yet, and it was dripping with moisture on her shoulders drop by drop.

Her eyes were very stern, and she looked at Jiang Shuyi with some scolding.

"..."

For a moment, Jiang Shuyi felt that he must be finished soon.

—Since it’s all like this, let’s just end it completely.

So, she withstood the pressure and didn't let go of her hand. Instead, she bravely lifted Wen Yao's quilt.

Wen Yao immediately walked over quickly, holding Jiang Shuyi's wrist tightly with his hands.

"...Don't." Her voice seemed to be begging Jiang Shuyi.

The rose scent on Wen Yao who just took a bath is vague and gentle, with something exciting, entangled around Jiang Shuyi's side.

But this 'no' actually stirred up Jiang Shuyi's heart.

For some reason, Jiang Shuyi rarely listened to Wen Yao's words, and lifted Wen Yao's quilt mercilessly.

The quilt was lifted.

Wen Yao closed his eyes in despair.

"..."

Jiang Shuyi looked at himself under Wen Yao's quilt

- the original quilt

Jiang Shuyi sighed softly in his heart.

Wen Yao grabbed Jiang Shuyi's wrist, and there seemed to be many complicated and bewildered emotions flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Shuyi didn't know what to say, looking at this magnificent scene, he said something ghostly,

"Wen Yao, you... are you a hamster?"

Wen Yao didn't know what to do and turned his head away.

After a long silence, she finally said, "Jiang Shuyi."

"I'll give you back the clothes...can you forget?"

"..." Jiang Shuyi couldn't help feeling that Wen Yao was a little too cute.

She shook her head holding back a smile and said:

"cannot."

Her tone was firm, as if she was making a major decision.

Wen Yao can keep all the clothes, she will never forget this.

"Jiang Shuyi, don't do this."

When Wen Yao heard her denial, his tone was unusually angry.

Her fair ears were tinged pink with shame.

"You... don't do this."

Wen Yao's originally clear, cold and nice voice became a little bleak.

"I don't forget." Jiang Shuyi looked at his clothes straight and firmly, and said stubbornly again: "You can forget everything, but this one must never be forgotten."

Wen Yao stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Shuyi's hand, trying to make her loosen the quilt.

However, no matter how hard Wen Yao tried, he was still just an Omega, and he had no strength that could compete with an Alpha like Jiang Shuyi.

"Don't look at it, Jiang Shuyi..."

Wen Yao prayed in a low voice.

In the past, Jiang Shuyi would listen to what she said, but today Jiang Shuyi didn't listen to her.

"I don't put my clothes, I have the right to confirm their location."

Jiang Shuyi looked at his clothes stubbornly, and began to whisper something, "One, two..."

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi, bit his lip, "What are you counting?"

"I'm counting how many clothes you've stocked up on me..."

Jiang Shuyi replied very seriously.

There was a trace of coldness in Wen Yao's eyes.

When Jiang Shuyi met Shang Wenyao's gaze, he instinctively became a little scared, but he still gritted his teeth and counted down with indomitable courage.

"Four, five..."

However, Jiang Shuyi unconsciously counted and his ears turned red after all.

In the end, she grabbed her shirt and asked with some embarrassment:

"Wen Yao, do you really like my pheromones?"

"..."