This is the first ti I've liked soone of the opposite sex, like a closed valley suddenly opening, with a great wind ceaselessly rushing in—Ah Yi, "Lonely Monarch".
Zhao Qingge was certainly not Li Peifeng's first crush; even before Old Zhao, he had encountered many individuals worthy of infatuation. Yet, he never truly understood the feeling depicted by this sentence; he rely thought it was beautifully, eloquently, and vaguely written.
But at this very mont, in Zhao Qingge's office, Li Peifeng felt it.
The fiercer the wind, the more my heart sways.
Like a speck of dust, free to dance wildly with the wind!
It's so exhilarating!
Li Peifeng was certain that his experience was related to the current scenario.
Ordinarily, when he was in this office, he was either being scolded by Zhao Qingge, assigned tasks by her, or chatting with Old Zhao and two other junior colleagues... in any case, he had never kissed Zhao Qingge.
This was worth cherishing; this deserved to be relished!
So Li Peifeng couldn't stop at all, kissing and kissing.
Unless his lips were chafed, unless Old Zhao pushed him away, he wouldn't stop; the opportunity was rare, it couldn't be missed!
"Tap, tap, tap~"
Outside the door, a series of footsteps faintly approached from afar.
Li Peifeng's heart startled, his actions slowed, wanting to continue kissing, seizing this hard-won opportunity, yet afraid the footsteps were headed to Zhao Qingge's office. Hesitating, Old Zhao opened her eyes and decisively pushed him away, making the decision for him.
"Move the chair, quickly!"
Zhao Qingge, though composed, couldn't hide her anxiety. Her lowered voice even showed a hint of urgency: "Unlock the door! Hurry!"
While speaking, she was tidying her not-so-disheveled hair and blouse.
"Okay, okay."
Despite feeling that those outside were likely not headed for this office, to avoid any chances, Li Peifeng could only place the stool diagonally across from Old Zhao and then quickly walked to the door to turn the lock.
"..."
Zhao Qingge, with one hand covering her mouth, pulled out a tissue from the desk with the other, swiftly wiped her lips clean, and threw it in the trash bin, frowning at Li Peifeng's face all the while.
"Oh!"
Li Peifeng suddenly realized, hurriedly using his hand to wipe his mouth, removing all traces of lipstick.
Only then did Zhao Qingge's brows unfurrow. She drew a book from the shelf beside her and pretended to read.
"Tap, tap, tap~"
However, just then, the footsteps approached the door without stopping, then receded again.
"Just passing by."
Li Peifeng felt relieved, returned to the chair and sat.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Zhao Qingge, flipping through the book, was still evidently a bit uneasy, glanced at him twice, and said impatiently: "If you have nothing to do, leave quickly."
Li Peifeng didn't point out the book was upside down, instead directly adjusted the book with his hand and tried to return it to Zhao Qingge.
"Bang~"
Zhao Qingge, expressionless, accepted the book and slamd it shut on the desk with a loud bang.
"Leave!"
rciless!
Li Peifeng pressed his lips together, quietly said: "If you have ti tomorrow, accompany to Xiangshan for a walk, it's the season for viewing maple leaves. In a couple of days, it'll be too late."
The old saying goes, strike while the iron is hot!
If not hot, the iron gets cold.
Li Peifeng felt that their relationship had reached the point where they could do things that couples do, like... a formal date!
The previous outings weren't counted, because he had used the pretext 'I need to pick a gift for soone, can you help ?' This invitation was more straightforward, just between the two of them.
If Zhao Qingge agreed, then their private relationship would beco clearer, and they could attempt so more intimate things...
"No ti!"
Zhao Qingge's refusal was decisive, her expression stern: "What did I just say? Your focus should be on your studies! Graduation is only a year and a half away, stop thinking about playing around!"
How could that warm little tongue utter such cold, heartless words?
"Understood."
Li Peifeng sighed, also understanding Zhao Qingge's underlying ssage.
That was, before his graduation, to minimize private contact. Perhaps the footsteps outside had completely frightened her? Or maybe she was still scared by the unexpected events during their last outing?
It appears the fear was quite significant!
But why wasn't I afraid?
Li Peifeng felt that even though he heard footsteps outside earlier, he didn't get very nervous; instead, he was eager to continue.
"It must be the transformation of a bold heart, making braver!"
Recalling the delightful sensation earlier, Li Peifeng bid farewell to Zhao Qingge and left the office.
"Click~"
Staring at the closed door for a mont, Zhao Qingge withdrew her gaze. Her previously straight back gradually curled, her head slowly lowered, and she held her forehead with both hands.
Eyes closed, deep in thought.
After about a minute, Zhao Qingge let out a long sigh, sat upright again, and started writing in a notebook on the desk.
"I'm lost, lost in this 18-square-ter office. Like a surge of toxic electricity, transmitting from my lips to the tip of my tongue, then to my mind, my body constantly sinks and degenerates. The guilt and forbidden thrill inside are so strong they almost kill . Honestly, I thought I was going to die, but soon, an extrely serene tranquility overca the most frenzied feelings."
"At this mont, I experienced a certain joy, thoughts flowed one after another, mories of my life flashed rapidly through my mind, then stopped at four years ago, when I entered this office for the first ti."
Zhao Qingge paused her writing, her eyes filled with reminiscence, smiled wryly, and continued.
"I felt triumphant and untad, regarding love and work, thinking I had limitless possibilities, imagining I had many hours to waste."
"But what I find hard to believe is, I'm already over thirty, while everyone around moves forward, succeeding in entrepreneurship, ringing the bell at listing ceremonies, getting married, having children, they wave and abandon in this college world of twenty. I've donned a teacher's mask, alone, with no one aware of my joys and sorrows. Ti has aged , but hasn't truly matured ."
The last dot on the word 'matured' broke through the paper as Zhao Qingge paused the tip of the pen, gently sighed, started a new line, flowing seamlessly.
"Earlier, I launched an assault, but found no enemy. I thought when I was over thirty, I'd be composed and self-sufficient, would have soone by my side, experiencing mountains, seas, sunsets together. Unexpectedly, at this age, I'm still searching for myself."
"But luckily, it seems soone is willing to help find myself."
Pausing, Zhao Qingge silently looked for a mont, then added one last sentence.
"I want to go to hell with him, to Paris, anywhere."
Having written that, Zhao Qingge imdiately crossed out the entire sentence, contemplating for a while, only writing five words.
"I want to find myself."
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