How could Xiang Di possibly be afraid of him eating her.

…To put it bluntly, Xiang Di couldn’t wait for him to eat her.

Of course, not really eating like food, but another kind of eating, like eating mouths, eating milk, eating down there, and the like…

Her distraction was far too obvious. Who knew what she was thinking about, and it made Bai Jiangxin feel a little irritated.

The inexplicable withdrawal reaction made him very uncomfortable. He even suspected that she had drugged him. The restless mood slowly crept up between his brows. He lowered his voice, his tone impatient: “I’m talking to you. What are you thinking about again?”

Xiang Di suddenly snapped back to her senses.

No! Now was not the time to be thinking about this kind of thing!

These past few days she really had been a little too carried away, indulging in lustful fantasies regardless of occasion. This habit wouldn’t do; it had to be fixed.

“No, no.” Xiang Di gave a dry laugh. “You misunderstood, I wasn’t avoiding you.”

Bai Jiangxin looked at her quietly, said nothing, only took another step closer to her.

Xiang Di subconsciously took another step back.

Bai Jiangxin was almost amused to anger: “And you still call that not avoiding?”

Did he have the plague, or a virus on him, that she needed to keep such a wide berth?

“No, no.” When she got nervous, she liked to repeat words, especially in front of Bai Jiangxin. “It’s not that I’m avoiding you, it’s just that you… don’t you dislike physical contact with people?”

She had liked Bai Jiangxin for so long, and had secretly watched him for so long; of course she could tell this much.

Bai Jiangxin hated all physical contact, whether male or female. Even Ye Minjia, who had the best relationship with him—Xiang Di had seen several times Ye Minjia try to put an arm around his shoulder, only to be mercilessly pushed away by him.

Afraid of provoking his dislike, she naturally didn’t dare get close to him.

Even though she had improper thoughts about him, Xiang Di was timid. She only dared to think about it in her head to feel satisfied. If you really asked her to act indecently toward Bai Jiangxin, she wouldn’t dare even if you killed her.

Xiang Di’s answer made Bai Jiangxin freeze for a moment.

Because of a hereditary illness, he really did hate physical contact, even with blood relatives. At first, he used his own germophobia as an excuse, sparing himself quite a bit of trouble. Over the years, unconsciously, he had actually developed a habit of being germophobic.

Sometimes, if someone accidentally touched him, it might be just a brief touch, so brief that he didn’t even have time to hear that person’s inner thoughts, yet his first reaction was still resistance and dislike.

Then why had he just gotten angry that Xiang Di didn’t dare get close to him?

Clearly, he hated being treated by Xiang Di as an object of sexual fantasy, hated her endlessly lusting after him. But now that he couldn’t hear what she was thinking in her heart, he didn’t feel relieved—instead, he was actually angry that her words didn’t match her heart.

What she was doing was clearly respecting him. What exactly did he have to be angry about?

In that instant, Bai Jiangxin was rendered speechless by his own contradictions and affectation.

He rubbed his brow, his Adam’s apple rolling with difficulty several times, and finally said in a low voice, “Sorry. You’re not at fault. It’s my problem.”

Xiang Di looked at him in complete confusion.

Last week, when he proposed changing seats, he had also said it was his problem—but what exactly was wrong with him?

Xiang Di couldn’t figure it out. She only knew that Bai Jiangxin had apologized to her, and she hadn’t been angry with him in the first place. She shook her head and said, “It’s okay. Then… are we still going to look for the teacher?”

“……”

Bai Jiangxin’s eyes were mixed and turbulent. He frowned, his dark, heavy gaze looking at her with complexity.

Xiang Di looked at him blankly.

Unable to hear her inner thoughts, she was really just a girl who looked pretty and quiet—pure, well-behaved, considerate of others, not noisy, good-tempered—there truly was no reason to dislike her.

Actually, the two of them could very well continue being desk mates, but this thought that suddenly surfaced from the bottom of his heart was quickly rejected by Bai Jiangxin.

This wasn’t right. He had already realized that the defenses in his heart toward her were gradually weakening, and there was even a danger of them disappearing entirely.

He needed time to calm down. They still needed to sit separately.

Bai Jiangxin gave a low “mm.”

Xiang Di lowered her eyes slightly. Her long, straight eyelashes fell onto her eyelids. As long as she kept her expectations low, she wouldn’t be disappointed. Whether or not they were desk mates didn’t matter—as long as he didn’t dislike her, that was enough.

She quickly raised her eyes again, gave an “mm,” then said in a cheerful tone, “Then let’s go.”

─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ───

When they reached the teachers’ office, Chen Jinghua wasn’t there.

Bai Jiangxin guessed that the homeroom teacher was probably still over at the principal’s office. Xiang Di asked, “Then should we wait here for the teacher to come back?”

The bell for first period was about to ring. Bai Jiangxin said, “Let’s go back to class first. We’ll talk about it after class.”

Xiang Di nodded, and the two of them returned to the classroom.

Liang Qianqian had already bought Xiang Di a pork floss bun from the school shop. Xiang Di said she’d send her a red packet and took out her phone from her backpack.

Liang Qianqian was a little surprised. “You brought your phone to school today?”

Xiang Di: “Yeah. I think it’s more convenient to have a phone. Otherwise I always have to borrow yours.”

Even Bai Jiangxin, the top student of the grade, brought his phone to school—why should she keep being that obedient, honest person? In this smart era, not having a phone on you was no different from being a caveman. Besides, with a phone, not only was searching questions convenient, but when studying got tiring, listening to music once in a while to relax wasn’t bad either.

After sending the red packet to Liang Qianqian, Xiang Di looked at the family group chat she had pinned to the top, and suddenly remembered something.

She opened the chat with her biological older brother, Xiang Sheng, and sent a message: 【Awake yet?】

There was no reply, so she sent another: 【Don’t forget to buy me cream puffs!】

She hesitated over whether to directly make a voice call to Xiang Sheng, but was afraid she might actually wake him up and get blocked, ending up with nothing to eat.

There were less than two minutes left before the class bell rang. Liang Qianqian seized the time to chat with her. “Let me tell you something. When you just went to the school shop and passed by the area near our school’s parking lot, guess what I saw?”

Xiang Di was distracted. “What?”

“A Bentley!” Liang Qianqian said. “That emblem was glowing under the sun—so handsome, you know? Incredible. Someone at our ordinary school can actually drive a Bentley.”

Xiang Di raised her head. “What kind of car is a Bentley?”

Liang Qianqian choked, and Ye Minjia beside them suddenly burst into loud laughter.

Xiang Di looked at Ye Minjia in confusion.

“You don’t even know the standard CEO-overlord ride?” Ye Minjia sighed. “Go home, kid. Just go home.”

Sensing that she was being laughed at by the class monitor for not knowing what a Bentley was, Xiang Di slightly puffed out her cheeks.

Liang Qianqian explained to her, “A luxury car brand called Bentley. You read novels, you should know it.”

Xiang Di let out an “uh.” She had read quite a lot of novels, but who reads novels and deliberately remembers car brands? Anyway, her purpose in reading novels was very simple and crude—she read them entirely for the male and female leads having sex.

She liked reading that kind of “car,” not actual cars.

Xiang Di tried to salvage a bit of face, lifted her small chin, and said, “I may not know Bentley, but I know Rolls-Royce.”

In novels, nine out of ten domineering CEOs all drove Rolls-Royces, with a chauffeur and a starlight ceiling as standard. In the erotic fiction Xiang Di read, the male lead most liked to press the female lead down inside the car, and then the female lead would be dizzy, looking at the starry ceiling while being… that.

Of course, she couldn’t say that out loud.

When it came to Rolls-Royce, Ye Minjia had more to say, and directly patted Bai Jiangxin’s shoulder in front of him.

【What’s a Rolls-Royce? My bro has one too!】

Bai Jiangxin had actually been able to hear what they were discussing the whole time, but he had never been interested in boring topics, so he simply treated it as if he hadn’t heard anything. Only when Ye Minjia called him did he turn his head. “What?”

“Last National Day I went to your place to hang out, and your dad happened to come back. That car of your dad’s—that was a Rolls-Royce, right? I remember the emblem was two Rs.”

Bai Jiangxin had long forgotten about last National Day. Although he didn’t know exactly which car Ye Minjia had seen, his dad did indeed own several Rolls-Royces.

He gave a light “mm.”

Liang Qianqian suddenly widened her eyes and looked at Bai Jiangxin. “You…”

Damn—she’d just been shocked by a Bentley, and it turned out the real young master was right beside her.

Xiang Di also widened her eyes, but she wasn’t shocked by the fact that Bai Jiangxin’s family was rich.

Yan No. 14 High was a public key high school. From school administrators to teachers to parents, most were civil servants with stable positions, and the cars they drove were relatively low-key. Most students’ families were comfortably well-off or middle class. There were rich families too, but comparatively fewer.

Xiang Di’s family was slightly above well-off—not enough to compare upward, but more than enough compared downward. Both her parents were civil servants. Civil servants might not get rich, but they had iron rice bowls, good benefits, stable salaries, and no loans. A family like that had more than enough to raise two children.