“Of course I can!”
Those four words almost immediately flew from Mo Qingqiu’s throat.
Refuse?
Are you kidding?
Which woman would choose to refuse?
Refuse the courtship of such an unparalleled beautiful young man? Unless that woman wasn’t a woman.
Even a nun, faced with Su Yichen’s confession of love, would probably choose to return to secular life the next second.
What’s more, this man was also her kindred.
Kindred. Same interests. All abilities nearly on the same level.
Aside from lacking family background, the man before her perfectly fulfilled her requirements for a future partner—even exceeded her expectations.
And finally, he was this…
This beautiful.
Mo Qingqiu felt that Su Yichen could no longer be described simply as handsome; one had to use beautiful.
He was as lovely as a demon who could bewitch the world.
Mo Qingqiu had never seen such a beautiful young man before.
Without a doubt, this was the only one in the world.
There had been none before, and there would be none after.
Most crucially—he was so similar to her. The two of them together would have a resonance of souls.
Even if they weren’t similar, Su Yichen’s appearance alone was enough to make someone want to find a cage to lock him up.
Kindred. Close. And so captivating.
Su Yichen’s courtship.
Mo Qingqiu could think of no reason to refuse. She also couldn’t imagine who would reject being pursued by a man like Su Yichen.
Being pursued by him and being pursued by other men were two completely different feelings.
The girl never expected that the other half she had dreamed of—one who perfectly matched her—would appear here, and in such a manner.
It was a sudden happiness, a bliss that struck her like a blow to the head.
Hot blood surged through her veins, racing through her body. Mo Qingqiu knew she had to agree to him right here.
Right here.
At this very moment.
This very place.
But…
Kindred. Close.
Just as Mo Qingqiu was about to say yes, the word “kindred” surfaced again in her mind.
In an instant, it was as if a basin of cold water had been dumped over her head, quickly cooling her heated mind.
She recalled once more the conversation she had overheard between Su Yichen and Shen Ran.
Right…
Su Yichen and I…
Are kindred. We are the same kind of people.
Her scorching body cooled rapidly, replaced by a chill that shot straight from the soles of her feet to her brain.
Mo Qingqiu’s gaze gradually grew cold and clear, but the stunning impression of that moment had already left an indelible mark in her amber eyes.
The girl knew she would never forget it for the rest of her life.
But…
She had to make Su Yichen pay the price.
Because…
This was a lie.
He was also her kindred.
Su Yichen saw so keenly, saw so thoroughly.
Probably everything had been calculated by him.
He wanted to toy with me…
But his expression and actions just now…
Probably everything was calculated by him.
Mo Qingqiu had never been caught in such a dilemma before.
On one hand, she felt that emotions were false; on the other hand… she longed to grasp a shred of sincerity within that falsehood.
Extremely contradictory.
And reality was indeed this ironic.
A boy who perfectly met the requirements of a lover was right before her, asking:
“Can I like you?”
On the other hand, he was like her—similar, but not entirely the same kindred.
Mo Qingqiu knew all too well how terrifying “kindred” could be.
The moment that recording surfaced in her mind, she had labeled Su Yichen as a “Deceiver.”
Interesting…
You still want to deceive me, is that it?
The girl’s gaze turned somewhat icy.
Su Yichen, Su Yichen. I know everything now. Do you think…
You still have a chance to fool me?
I want to see…
Just how you’ll act.
I’ll set up a grand drama for you.
That way, I’ll do justice to your brilliant performance and your exquisite acting.
“I didn’t expect the junior to be so beautiful.”
Mo Qingqiu’s amber eyes widened slightly, and she covered her mouth with one hand, letting out an incredulous exclamation:
“The title of School Heartthrob at Qingyue University should fall to you, junior.”
“I don’t think any girl could refuse a junior’s confession.”
“Then, Senior… does that mean…?”
Su Yichen’s face showed anticipation.
But the next second, Mo Qingqiu’s expression suddenly turned cold, her gaze icy:
“You’ve been deliberately wearing bugged glasses to look ugly, haven’t you?”
“Taking them off in front of me… couldn’t it be for this moment?”
“What exactly is your purpose?”
“Sorry, Su Yichen, junior.”
“I look forward to a pure, sweet, and sincere relationship.”
“I’ve been waiting all this time, never accepting anyone’s confession.”
“I want to date an uncontaminated boy. That’s precisely why that is the love I anticipate, the lover I anticipate.”
“Not a boy with too much cunning and a belly full of bad intentions like you, junior.”
Su Yichen looked as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood there, mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.
***
The next second, an unspeakable grievance filled his eyes.
“Senior, I’m sincere.”
“I really… like you.”
“Please believe me and give me a chance, okay?”
He hung his head, his posture humble.
Mo Qingqiu’s eyes trembled. She couldn’t bear to look at Su Yichen.
Humble, weak, and pitiful.
So humble.
The boy who had been confident and sunny just a second ago had suddenly become this way for love…
This display—anywhere—was the image of someone trapped in the mire of love, facing true love.
If not for liking someone, who would be this humble?
Who would willingly be a licking dog?
But…
This is fake.
He is Su Yichen.
“If you’re sincere, then why were you alone with Tong Ya yesterday?”
Mo Qingqiu threw out the words she had long prepared.
“Giving you a chance… it’s not impossible.”
“Unless you want to tell me that yesterday morning you still liked her, and then after one look at me, you liked me?”
“That’s not it.”
Su Yichen lifted his head and looked at Mo Qingqiu, saying:
“Xiaoya and I are just friends.”
“Then when I called you here and mentioned that Tong Ya was your little girlfriend, why didn’t you object?”
“Don’t you want to explain? Su Yichen, junior?”
“I…”
Su Yichen fell into silence, as if he had never thought about that question before.
“Heh~ Men.”
Mo Qingqiu’s laughter carried nine parts of sarcasm:
“Since you don’t want to say, I’ll change the question.”
“We’ve only known each other for a day, and you say you like me.”
“I’d like to ask you: why do you like me?”
“I…”
Su Yichen bit his lip before finally opening his mouth:
“Liking someone doesn’t need a reason.”
“I fell in love with you at first sight, Senior.”
“Love at first sight?”
As if she had heard something funny, Mo Qingqiu opened her mouth, about to say something.
But the next second, Su Yichen’s words made her eyes narrow sharply.
“Because we… are the same kind of people.”
“And one more thing… Senior Qingqiu.”