Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

This time, Wei Shixu found it difficult to calm his racing heart. He pressed his hand against his chest and leaned back against the wall.

After taking deep breaths for what felt like a long time, he remained silent.

Quan Zhisui also stayed quiet, quietly observing him.

Her emotions were equally complicated.

The two of them had gone from being adversarial to entangled, and then to becoming a couple. The process had been full of ups and downs and had been nothing short of thrilling.

Quan Zhisui herself wasn't even sure how it had all unfolded.

After a long while, Wei Shixu lowered his head and, his voice hoarse, asked, "Now, can you tell me about that one-third?"

Quan Zhisui was taken aback for a moment, then looked to the side.

The spot where they were standing was a corner of the corridor on the second floor of the high school building.

"The one-third was a dream. What upset me was that the scene at the time was different from the dream—it wasn't beautiful, and I wasn't happy," she said, looking at the corner and speaking slowly.

Wei Shixu suddenly looked up at her!

At the same time, his heartbeat accelerated once again.

Faster! More intense!

He remembered.

During the first semester of sophomore year, it was at this very corner that Quan Zhisui had seen him and reacted as if she had been clawed by a cat, jumping back and trying to keep her distance.

Back then, he had suspected that she had dreamed of something that made it impossible for her to look him in the eye.

And it was that very moment when he had leaned down and whispered to her that Quan Zhisui's ear had turned red for the first time in front of him.

But after that, so much had happened, and she had never shown that kind of heartbeat again.

Wei Shixu pressed his hand against his chest and asked softly, "What was the dream like?"

Quan Zhisui recalled, "Anyway, in the dream, you didn't bite hard enough to draw blood, and I didn't hit you."

Wei Shixu fell silent, and the two of them were left in a quietude only broken by their breathing.

He understood...

Quan Zhisui looked back at him, "Shall we go? Time for lunch."

Swish—

Her hand was suddenly grabbed with force, and in a quick twist.

She found herself pinned against the wall!

Wei Shixu pressed her into the corner, his black eyes burning into hers as they locked gazes.

Intense!

Quan Zhisui's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth slightly agape...

Wei Shixu's breathing was heavy.

The next moment.

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her lips!

As their kiss deepened, he opened his mouth and gently nibbled on her lips with his teeth.

In that moment, his lips were trembling.

He was breathing...

After the kiss ended, Wei Shixu pulled back slightly and asked, "Was it like this?"

Quan Zhisui was in a daze, the scene overlapping perfectly with her dream.

Exactly the same.

Wei Shixu gripped her even tighter with both hands and kissed her again.

"Hit me if you want, you can have my life," he whispered in her ear.

...

Far down the corridor.

Zhou Chun gripped her phone, staring at the ceiling, her expression shifting from shock to disbelief to despair.

Has the kissing finished?

How much longer?

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Wei Shixu didn't stay in the dorm; he quickly walked through the door into the main building of the Wei family estate.

In the lobby, Wei Jingsan, in his wheelchair, zoomed over, cursing: "Why didn't you pick up my call! Your little girlfriend sure knows how to stir up trouble, setting off the Yan Family in a frenzy, oh, and leaving me to deal with it, is that it?"

Wei Shixu's mood was excellent, and when he turned his head to look, his eyes sparkled: "You brought it on yourself. Deal with it."

Wei Jingsan eyed him suspiciously, trying to reach for his chest: "Hey? Where did you get that trinket from, let me see!"

Wei Shixu quickly dodged, scowling: "Don't touch it, it's mine."

Wei Jingsan barked: "You sure know how to use good stuff. Is it blessed? I'll give you five thousand for it!"

Wei Shixu smirked: "Dream on."

Wei Jingsan: "Five million! I'll buy it!"

Wei Shixu ignored him completely and strode upstairs.

Wei Jingsan continued to yell: "Five billion! Sell it to me! I'm your grandpa, your ancestor, your boss! You should be offering it to me first!"

...

!!

Quan Zhisui woke up at five in the morning from a nightmare, the sky just beginning to lighten.

A year had passed, and she had once again dreamed of Wei Shixu!

Breathing in her ear...

Slap!

Quan Zhisui immediately slapped herself, then pulled the curtains open and looked outside.

Huh?

Zuo Zichen had returned to school?

He was already dressed and ready, standing in zhuang (a martial arts stance) below her dormitory.

Good, the young man had potential!

Quan Zhisui quickly straightened up and dashed downstairs, giving Zuo Zichen a kick.

Zuo Zichen: "???"

He didn’t fall, but he was very confused. He had been particularly well-behaved recently; why had she suddenly kicked him?

Quan Zhisui nodded, "Your stance is much steadier than before."

Zuo Zichen was overjoyed, his eyes lighting up.

So it was a test of his stance!

He began to practice even harder.

Quan Zhisui asked, "Why did you come back to school? Isn't it the weekend?"

Zuo Zichen, on this topic, was utterly distraught, shouting, "My mom and dad have gone crazy! What exactly did you have me leak? They've been hounding me with questions!"

Quan Zhisui: "Both of them asked?"

Zuo Zichen: "Oh, no, separately. My dad first, then my mom, they take turns, knocking on my door several times a day! I'm about to go insane!"

Quan Zhisui nodded, confirming something.

Xu Zhiyi and Zhang Lai weren't working with Zuo Zhiyu.

Had she overcomplicated the issue? Should she just ask Wei Shixu to investigate?

The thought had just surfaced...

Slap!

Quan Zhisui slapped herself again, forcing the thought down.

Stop thinking about Wei Shixu all the time!

Zuo Zichen was stunned beside her, asking, "Sis! Why... why are you slapping yourself?"

Quan Zhisui snapped, "Shut up! Don't ask!"

Zuo Zichen: "Oh, okay."

...

As the end of the semester approached, both the first and second-year students had finished their exams and left the school.

The third-year students, however, continued their lessons. For the seniors preparing for the college entrance exam, there would be no winter break; every day in the half-year leading up to the exam was a sprint.

That day, Quan Zhisui walked into the classroom with a large pimple on her face.

She glanced at Wei Shixu's seat, then quickly looked away and strode to the back row.

Damn it!

She had been dreaming about Wei Shixu for several nights in a row!

Luckily, she spent her days buried in her studies, so no one noticed her unusual mood.

But in the next two days, a new pimple appeared each day, and by the third day, her face sported three large ones!

After evening self-study ended, Wei Shixu took her by the hand and walked with her down a deserted pathway, heading back to the dormitory.

Quan Zhisui stayed silent throughout, not saying a word.

Wei Shixu stopped and asked, "Do you want to kiss me?"

Quan Zhisui: "No!"

Wei Shixu's voice carried a hint of amusement: "Your face is all pimpled up, are you sure you don't want to?"

Quan Zhisui: "What does that have to do with pimples?!"

Wei Shixu: "You're holding it all in, a kiss will make it better."

"No way!"

Quan Zhisui shook off his hand and rushed back to the dormitory, eventually breaking into a run.

Sprinting! Get back!

Ahhh!

Wei Shixu didn't chase her; he just followed at a leisurely pace, all the while smiling.

So cute.

...

The next day, Quan Zhisui's pimples were even more prominent.

Kong Mingze even noticed and loudly remarked in the classroom, "Wow! Quan Zhisui, your pimples are huge!"

Many of the classmates laughed, and Zhuge Ying, exasperated, turned around and glared at him.

Big pimples or not, why was he shouting so loudly?

Wei Shixu didn't turn around.

But Quan Zhisui's phone vibrated.

[Wei Shixu: Are you sure you don't want to kiss me?]

Bang!

Quan Zhisui slammed her face down on the desk!

So frustrated, she never used to get pimples!

She decided to wake up an hour earlier the next day and double her martial arts practice to get rid of the pimples!