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In the coming days, just as Shen Yulin said, he would be waiting for me at my doorstep and classroom door on time. His meticulousness left Uncle astonished; he remarked how such a scatterbrained person could be so attentive to me.
After my second dressing change, I saw Shen Yulin holding an ice cream cone. I stared at him intently.
"Xingxing, this ice cream looks delicious. What's wrong? Do you want some?" Shen Yulin teased.
"No, I'm just hungry and looking at it. Don't think too much."
Shen Yulin handed me the ice cream, a faint smile playing on his lips as he playfully said, "This is for our Xingxing."
I took it eagerly and couldn't resist licking it. The creamy sweetness instantly filled my mouth, lifting my spirits.
"Can you really be this satisfied just from eating ice cream? Little pig." Suddenly, I realized that this man in front of me seemed to be trying to please me, albeit indirectly. Realizing this made me pause: "Shen Yulin, are you trying to please me?"
Shen Yulin looked at me and asked, "Are you happy?"
He didn't deny it... I lowered my head silently and licked the ice cream again, mumbling softly, "Why bother pleasing me?"
Even I didn't expect the atmosphere between us to be so ambiguous now, almost like returning to the past. Shen Yulin raised an eyebrow at my words, his eyes burning into mine.
The ice cream was starting to melt, so I quickened my pace and licked it a couple more times with my tongue. The scene caught Shen Yulin's attention; his jaw tightened as he unconsciously licked his lips. The cream melted and dripped down the cone, getting sticky on my hands. Shen Yulin took the ice cream from me and said, "Don't eat too much; be careful not to upset your stomach."
Having had enough of the sweet treat, I decided I didn't want any more. I took out a wet wipe from my backpack and cleaned each of my fingers. When I looked up again, I saw Shen Yulin just throwing the melted ice cream into the trash can, his fingertips smeared with cream.
"Give me your hand," I said to him.
Shen Yulin raised an eyebrow and extended his hand toward me. In the next moment, my soft little hand was cradling his large one as I carefully wiped each of his fingers. The connection sent a tingling sensation through my body as Shen Yulin suddenly pulled his hand back.
"That's enough."
"Okay." I tossed the used wet wipe into the black trash can. My stomach growled with hunger as I looked at Shen Yulin and pondered for a moment before saying, "Aren't you hungry? Let's go home."
"Sure. I'll go get the bike; wait for me." I nodded in agreement.
We remained silent all the way to the entrance of the neighborhood. This time, I didn't let Shen Yulin walk me upstairs. He said nothing but looked gloomy as if shrouded in a thin mist while gripping the handlebars tightly as if trying to restrain himself. After a while, he seemed to relent and said, "You go up; I'll watch you go in before leaving."
Once home, I found my father had already left. I devoured my dinner and collapsed onto the living room sofa. Thinking about what had happened at school over the past few days made my heart race—specifically when Shen Yulin was by my side.
Saying to keep distance, not to get close, or control myself was all self-deception; I still liked him—liking him had become a part of my life.
I thought I was hopelessly lost.
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