Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Cheng Xiaoyu's heart tightened when he saw his cousin's calm yet penetrating gaze, and the slight pride on his face was quickly replaced by guilt.

She subconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt, her voice lowered a few notches, with a hint of pleading:

"Just... a travel companion."

She took a half step forward, leaned against the desk, and tried to make her voice sound more reasonable.

"Cousin, think about it, it's so boring for me to go to Yuhang alone during the May Day holiday. There's not even anyone to take pictures, and ordering food is a waste..."

She listed the inconveniences of traveling alone in an attempt to be more persuasive.

Yu Guichen did not interrupt, but leaned back in his chair, his hands casually folded on his legs. His eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses were calm and peaceful, but the subtle curve at the corner of his lips made Cheng Xiaoyu feel even more uneasy.

"Then... I looked it up on Xiaohongshu."

Her voice gradually became smaller and her eyes became erratic.

"I just... I found a girl I'm really compatible with! Her ID is 'A Little Orange'! She's a junior at Tanzhou Normal University! Like me, she loves ancient culture, taking photos, and exploring alleyways looking for food! She speaks so softly, and we feel like we're a perfect match!"

When this ID was mentioned, Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes lit up again instantly. His excitement overwhelmed his guilt, and he was like a little bird that had discovered a treasure.

"Cousin, you haven't seen it, but her homepage is so cozy! She posts pictures of herself practicing calligraphy, arranging flowers, and strolling through the garden in Hanfu. It's so charming! She also shares funny stories from campus, which is really interesting! She seems like a really nice and genuine person!"

Cheng Xiaoyu opened up and chattered back the contents of her conversation with Song Nanxiang, from the planned meeting at the Broken Bridge of West Lake ("She said she was wearing a green skirt, and she saw a particularly fat pigeon, haha!"), to the plan to visit a traditional Hangzhou cuisine restaurant together ("She knows a hidden one with a great reputation!"), her tone was full of the joy of finding a "like-minded person" and the anticipation of meeting in person.

She talked on and on for a long time, praising "a little orange" as if it were a close friend sent from heaven.

Yu Guichen listened quietly, his slender fingers tapping unconsciously on the smooth table surface, making an almost inaudible tapping sound.

There was no emotion on his face. He didn't interrupt as usual because he thought it was noisy, nor did he agree with her. However, in his deep eyes, as Cheng Xiaoyu described "a little orange" - the qualities of "gentleness", "interestingness" and "contrast", especially the repeated mention of that ID - a hint of interest that even he himself had not yet fully explored flashed across.

Cheng Xiaoyu finally stopped with a dry mouth and looked at his cousin's face cautiously.

The expected admonitions like "Be cautious when dating online" and "Be careful" were nowhere to be found. This was completely abnormal!

"Cousin...?" she called out tentatively.

Yu Guichen seemed to be brought back to his senses by the gentle call, and his gaze fell on Cheng Xiaoyu's slightly nervous face again.

He raised his hand to push the silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, and the eyes behind the lenses had returned to their usual calm and peaceful state.

"Um,"

He replied calmly, his voice low and pleasant.

"Got it. Be careful when you go out and keep in touch. Don't let your aunt and uncle worry."

The tone was that of a brother giving routine instructions, so concise that it even surprised Cheng Xiaoyu.

"Huh? Oh... OK, OK cousin!"

Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't believe his ears. He passed the test just like that?

She was stunned for a moment before she reacted and nodded quickly, "Then I...I'll go out? Cousin, you are busy!"

After saying that, he turned around and slipped out of the room like a frightened yet relieved deer, closing the door gently.

The door closed and the study returned to silence, leaving only the faint hum of the city outside the window.

Cheng Xiaoyu stood outside the door, stroking his chest, with a huge sense of unreality still lingering on his face.

My cousin... is it because he has read too many papers today, or is it because the sun is rising from the west?

inside the room.

Yu Guichen's gaze fell on the computer screen which had been turned off.

On the screen, the graduate thesis that my grandfather asked me to "guide" was still on the last page.

However, those rigorous academic words now seem vague and distant.

Cheng Xiaoyu's chattering just now, especially the recurring ID "a little orange", and the vivid images associated with it, such as "gentleness", "interesting", "green skirt", "fat pigeon", etc., were like stones thrown into a quiet lake, creating tiny ripples in his mind, stubbornly interfering with his usual thinking rhythm dominated by precise logic.

He frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy about this rare and difficult state of concentration.

His eyes swept over the phone on the corner of the table.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "A little orange"? Xiaohongshu?

This thought came suddenly and was almost immediately suppressed by his strong rationality.

Yu Guichen, what are you thinking about?

A strange girl whom I have never met and who was described only by Xiaoyu's one-sided words?

This doesn't make sense.

But the subtle curiosity that was aroused was like the scratch of a feather, difficult to completely wipe away. Tanzhou Normal University, junior year, gentle and interesting...

These labels combined together vaguely outline an atmosphere of life that is completely different from his world filled with disinfectant, precision instruments and highly tense rationality - a sense of relaxation with a sense of fireworks and vitality.

He tapped his knuckles twice on the table, thinking before making a decision.

After a few seconds, he reached for his phone.

Unlock, open the App Store, search for "Little Red Book", download and install.

The movements were smooth, with an almost deliberate calmness, as if performing an ordinary operation.

The red icon lights up.

The registration process is quick.

Hover your finger over the search box.

"A little orange".

Five words were clearly typed into the search box and clicked.

The user list jumped, and the first avatar was a hand-painted, round and cute cartoon orange with a few green leaves. The ID was: [A Little Orange].

Yu Guichen's gaze lingered on the avatar for a moment, then he clicked on the homepage.

What comes into view is a set of photos with comfortable composition and warm tones:

Ink marks on rice paper, lotus flowers in a plain vase, a blurred silhouette in a goose-yellow skirt against a flower wall, and a quirky nine-square grid documenting campus fun...

Literature, life, a little fun, and the fresh and natural smell of fireworks hit you in the face, confirming Cheng Xiaoyu's description.

He saw a dynamic post showing her back on campus wearing a light green Han-style skirt, with the caption:

"Today's achievement 'Pretending to be a Lady' has been achieved (1/1)".

Below was a teasing reply from her roommate, to which she replied with a cat emoji covering its face.

A very faint, almost imperceptible smile silently passed across the corner of his lips, so fast that even he couldn't catch it.

Just as his fingertip was about to click on a collection note about the Yuhang strategy, his movement suddenly stopped.

What is he doing?

Like a voyeur, browsing through the fragments of a strange girl's life? Just because of a few cheerful words from Xiaoyu?

A sense of absurdity and self-critical self-examination instantly gripped him. This was definitely not something Yu Guichen would do.

He decisively turned off the phone screen with a barely perceptible force.

The dark blue cell phone was placed upside down on the cold wooden table, making a slight sound.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and raised his hand to pinch his high nose bridge.

The study was silent except for the sound of his own breathing.

However, in my mind, Cheng Xiaoyu's voice became unusually clear:

"Her name is 'A Little Orange'!"

“I feel like he’s a very nice and genuine person!”

And the warm light and shadow on that homepage, the lively text, and the blurry silhouette of the woman in the green skirt...

Yu Guichen, a 28-year-old neurosurgeon, clearly felt for the first time that a small stone called "curiosity" had been thrown into the lake of his heart, which had always been calm.

The ripples spread silently, stirring up a pool of spring water that had been quiet for a long time, bringing a strange, indescribable ripple.

He tried to cover it up with his usual rationality, but found that the ripples continued to ripple stubbornly, with a hidden pull that even he himself had not anticipated.

Nan Xiang, who was having dinner with her roommate at Tanzhou Normal University, had no idea that a conversation she had with her friend today had made another person fall in love with her.