Chapter 6: Let Me Hug You

“Cao! S, B!”

Suddenly, Cheng Minghao couldn’t hold back and cursed, even kicking Chen Qing’s grave tombstone.

“Ah!”

Lin Qingya had originally fallen into Cheng Minghao’s arms, but because Cheng Minghao kicked Chen Qing’s tombstone like a child, she ended up tumbling onto the ground.

Their pants and clothes were dirty, making them look utterly disheveled.

“Are you trying to die?!”

Lin Qingya, angry, lightly punched Cheng Minghao’s chest with her small fist.

Cheng Minghao ignored Lin Qingya’s grievance and instinctively hugged her tighter, wrapping his arms around her chest and slender waist.

“He didn’t care about me, so… he could have run away?”

“Are you crazy?”

Lin Qingya explained, “At that time, you and I were both in the middle of the road…”

She corrected herself, “You and I saw it in the middle of the road.

You were both on the zebra crossing.

If he hadn’t pushed you, neither of you could have escaped!”

“Then why did he push me first? Why didn’t I push him?!”

Cheng Minghao roared at Lin Qingya, making her ears uncomfortable.

Lin Qingya frowned deeply.

She scolded lightly in explanation, “The situation was urgent.

It must have been instinct to push! What’s the point of yelling at me here?”

Cheng Minghao lowered his head, closing his eyes tightly, his expression filled with despair.

Lin Qingya was also furious at Cheng Minghao, rolling her eyes, not sure how to feel.

Just as she thought, the situation was urgent, so instinct took over and she pushed.

Who lives, who dies—it’s all luck.

After pushing, she ran too.

But the reality was that she died, and he lived.

Just that unlucky, that ridiculous, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Lin Qingya was still upset when she suddenly felt a strange sensation on the left side of her chest, as if a large hand was tightly hugging and gripping her.

She glanced down and saw her clothes deeply indented by five fingers.

Her face instantly turned red.

“Where are you touching?! Let go!”

Lin Qingya twisted her hips, grinding lightly on Cheng Minghao’s leg.

Suddenly, her face froze.

She felt a strange pressure beneath her legs—a strong sense of ‘threat.’

For a moment, she didn’t dare to move.

At the same time, a warm breath brushed her ear.

The boy behind her—or rather, the man who had transformed just this morning and last night—whispered against her neck:

“Let me hold you.”

“……”

Lin Qingya was speechless.

But because of the gentle whisper by her neck and the man’s soft, affectionate breathing, she obediently stayed still.

Even though his left hand was in a questionable position, even though he was reacting to her, being somewhat inappropriate.

But this was also because she had moved around too much.

She resigned herself, turning her gaze to her own grave tombstone, letting him hold, press, and hug her as he pleased.

She quietly sat on his lap, though it was uncomfortable.

The afternoon sky turned cloudy.

Cheng Minghao composed himself, helped Lin Qingya down the grave hill, then called a taxi and returned to the city.

At a resident building, on the sixth floor, Cheng Minghao stopped with Lin Qingya.

“We’re here,”

He said, then looked at a door plate and a brown door.

“Let’s go in.”

“This is… my house?”

Lin Qingya asked in confusion, glancing at Cheng Minghao.

As an orphan with a house, it was naturally due to welfare—a no-interest loan for orphans to buy property.

Just repay it over fifty years; thanks to Orphan Welfare, if it wasn’t paid off, the government would help cover it.

It was pretty much a half-gift.

Not bad.

“What’s wrong?”

Cheng Minghao asked, looking at Lin Qingya’s face with suspicion.

“Nothing.”

Lin Qingya lowered her head, feeling around her body for the key.

“Where’s my key?”

“Your key…”

Cheng Minghao’s gaze shifted to Lin Qingya’s chest.

“It should be here…”

He raised his hand and pointed at her chest.

He also glanced at her neck.

“Your student ID? The key is inside the student ID.”

“Student ID?”

Lin Qingya looked at her chest in confusion.

According to Cheng Minghao, her key—or rather, Lin Qingya’s key—should be inside the student ID’s plastic pouch.

And student ID pouches were usually stuffed in a pocket or… hung around the neck?

Lin Qingya touched her neck with her right hand.

Her left hand still held the unwanted pantyhose.

“It’s not here,”

She explained softly.

“Then… did we leave it at the hotel?”

Cheng Minghao wondered, staring at Lin Qingya’s face.

“Ma… maybe.”

Lin Qingya—or rather, Chen Qing—didn’t know where their student IDs had gone during or after their ‘fun.’

“By the way, what day is it today?”

Talking about student IDs reminded Lin Qingya of school.

They were in their third year of high school; even on weekends, there were make-up classes.

Even if they skipped, it wasn’t a big deal.

But if it was a normal class day, Monday to Friday, skipping could mean facing a disciplinary record.

“Today… I think it’s Friday?”

Cheng Minghao murmured, recalling.

“Oh no, then there’s still class today!”

Lin Qingya frowned.

Although she seemed dead, and dead people didn’t need to attend class.

But since she was alive, she had to keep living.

Even using Lin Qingya’s body, she had to keep attending school and class.

Otherwise, just as the teacher said, if you don’t study hard, you’ll regret it later.

When you’re farming in the future, needing to adjust your glasses, that would be so inconvenient.

Even though neither Lin Qingya nor Cheng Minghao was nearsighted, neither wanted to end up moving bricks for a living.

So class had to be attended.

“So right now…”

Cheng Minghao glanced at Lin Qingya’s legs, his face reddening as he thought of her injuries and their earlier awkwardness.

He even recalled the innocent flavor of Lin Qingya’s youth.

“Ahem!”

Lin Qingya’s face turned bright red.

She pressed her legs together.

“I… I’ve mostly adapted now. I’m okay.

It’s fine. You supported me all the way back, didn’t you? No need to carry me.”

“But…”

Cheng Minghao frowned.

“I was too rough. You still walk… a little oddly. Will something happen at school?”

“Something happen?”

Lin Qingya asked, blushing.

“Are you… an adult this year? I’m not breaking any laws, am I? Eating young chicken?”

“Ahem!”

Cheng Minghao coughed awkwardly.

“Not that bad. At least on the household register, I’m an adult. By a few days.”

“I…”

Hearing his answer, Lin Qingya relaxed a little.

At least she wasn’t a pervert for molesting a minor.

But was she an adult?

Lin Qingya knew ‘herself’ was an adult, knew Chen Qing was an adult, but Lin Qingya…

Seemed to be a bit younger than both?

Did ‘Lin Qingya’ actually cross the adult threshold?

She really didn’t know.

“I’ll have to go back and check the identity card; or the household register.”

Lin Qingya explained.

“Household register? Identity card?”

Cheng Minghao was instantly confused.