Chapter 32

Chapter 32

The youth turned his head towards the sound, and saw a touch of light blue.

Yi Ming was supporting himself on one foot, his back silhouette slender, the zipper on his light blue jacket wasn't done up, his gaze tranquil and cold.

Compared to his aura, the youth was already far inferior.

The youth looked up at him, though there was some panic in his heart, in front of his "beloved woman" he still couldn't lose his momentum. He lifted his chin, his gaze revealing a touch of disdain: "Which punk are you again, looks like you're just in 10th grade. I'm much more mature than you, I'm in 11th grade, taking care of girls, you - can't do it, it still takes me."

Jiang Wei was frightened by these words, she suddenly looked up at Yi Ming, as expected... the delight in that guy's eyes could barely be contained.

Yi Ming's thin lips were pressed in a straight line, looking as if he was in a bad mood, only Jiang Wei knew, he was actually holding in laughter.

"Oh no, you saw through it."

Yi Ming gave a faint smile, got off his bike, and parked it steadily at the roadside.

"You don't know, this student that you're admiring actually likes eating tender grass, the more tender the better it suits her taste, you can't do it, you're an old man already in 11th grade, don't compete with your little brother."

Yi Ming smiled brightly, he could tell lies without changing expression, if Jiang Wei hadn't known him for over ten years, she probably would have gone up to punch him long ago.

Hearing his words, the youth was immediately enraged.

He was about to argue with an unsatisfied expression, but Yi Ming had already casually and handsomely reached out his long arm, gently put it around Jiang Wei's shoulders, and handed her the cold drink, "There wasn't any cherry flavor left, so I got you strawberry, I tried it for you, it's delicious."

These words were perfectly delivered.

The implied meaning was that the straw in the drink he gave the girl could be shared by both of them.

The youth's face was anxious, hiding some expectation.

Yi Ming at the side had his brows furrowed together, he glared warningly at Jiang Wei, pouting resentfully, "Hey hey hey, Jiang Xiaowei, don't stir up trouble..."

Jiang Wei glanced at him indifferently.

This Yi Ming, didn't he know his place in her heart? What was with that coaxing tone...

"If... you still feel at that time you like me, then I'm willing to apologize to you, admitting I was wrong in judging your feelings, and let you down..."

"But it will be too late then," the youth stared anxiously at her face, his voice starting to tremble slightly.

Jiang Wei gazed quietly at him, her lashes quivered.

The next second, she didn't move her eyes, but looked directly into the youth's eyes instead.

"Actually, it's already too late now."

Jiang Wei paused, her eyes dim as she removed Yi Ming's arm from her shoulder, then placed her own small hand between Yi Ming's long fingers. It was like she took a very long, deep breath, and in an extremely soft tone, gently and slowly said: "I've already met him, fifteen years ago."

Fifteen years ago.

The youth froze in shock.

He knew he had lost.

And lost far too thoroughly...