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

With a week left until the May Day holiday, Song Nanxiang and "Chen Yuyu" (沉鱼鱼) were becoming increasingly familiar with each other through their private messages on Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book), their conversations shifting from planning their trip to Yuhang to discussing the details of their daily lives.

Nan Xiang would take pictures of the cafeteria's new creative snacks to share with them, while Xiaoyu would send her "evidence" of her cat knocking over a flower pot; when Nan Xiang complained about the abstract theories in the Principles of Education class, Xiaoyu would whine about her endless pile of papers.

The two seemed to have known each other for a long time, and the joy of their mutual understanding could be felt even through the screen.

"Sister Chengzi, let's add each other on WeChat! It'll be more convenient for us to chat!"

Xiaoyu sent a cat emoticon saying "please".

Nan Xiang readily agreed.

Soon, a WeChat friend request from someone with the same nickname "沉鱼鱼" popped up.

After that, chatting became more frequent, and the message notification sound from morning to night became the background noise of the dormitory.

Xu Yihan once poked her head in and teased, "Xiangxiang, your online romance is progressing really fast, isn't it?"

Nan Xiang smiled and threw a pillow over: "It's a cute girl! Travel companion!"

However, Nan Xiang gradually sensed a subtle sense of "disconnection".

During the day, "Shenyuyu" is lively and cheerful, bombarded with emoticons, her language is full of girlish cleverness, and her imagination is unrestrained when she chats.

But at night, especially after nine or ten o'clock, although that "Chen Yuyu" is still clingy and will ask "What is Sister Chengzi doing?", there is an indescribable difference in her tone - the words are more concise.

He rarely uses exaggerated emoticons, and occasionally replies slowly, revealing a sense of calmness, or even... a hint of subtle scrutiny?

Nan Xiang just thought that the other party was tired from playing during the day and changed his state at night, and did not investigate further.

What she didn't know was that the source of this "sense of separation" was far away in a quiet high-end residential area somewhere in Tanzhou.

Cheng Xiaoyu looked at the dialog box belonging to "Chen Yuyu" (second account) on the WeChat interface of his mobile phone, and glanced at his cousin Yu Guichen who was wearing silver-rimmed glasses and seemed to be in deep thought in front of the computer screen behind the desk next to him.

There was a faint curve at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes behind the glasses were as calm as water, but Cheng Xiaoyu could still smell a hint of something unusual beneath that calm appearance - it was a kind of gentle trap that she couldn't describe, with a bit of determination to win.

Her heart skipped a beat: Oh no, my cousin is up to something bad.

Sure enough, Yu Guichen turned his head, his eyes fixed on the phone she was holding, and his voice was so gentle that it could drip water: "Xiaoyu, I want to discuss something with you."

Cheng Xiaoyu held the phone tightly with caution: "What?"

"Your 'Sinking Fish' trumpet,"

Yu Guichen pushed up his glasses and said, as if discussing an academic question, "Lend it to me after nine o'clock tonight."

"What?!" Cheng Xiaoyu almost jumped up.

"Cousin! That's my number! I still want to chat with Sister Orange!"

Yu Guichen was neither hurried nor slow, and the smile on his lips deepened:

"A limited-edition Hermès Birkin in your choice of color. Or... for your birthday next month, I'll give you a limited-edition Mini Cooper JCW in your choice of paint."

Cheng Xiaoyu took a deep breath and his eyes widened.

Hermès Birkin! Mini Cooper JCW Limited Edition!

This... this was a perfect strike against her vitals! She was torn between her inner self and her own desires. On one side was Sister Orange, whom she had only just met but was very compatible with, and on the other was the "sugar-coated bullet" thrown by her cousin, which was enough to allow her to walk sideways in the circle of her best friends...

After struggling for a full ten seconds, she swallowed hard, her eyes wandering, her voice as thin as a mosquito's:

"...Deal! But, it's a deal, only after 9pm. Also, no talking! No revealing your identity! No scaring Sister Orange!"

"nature."

Yu Guichen nodded, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes behind the lenses.

"I'm just... concerned about your 'very compatible' friend."

He deliberately emphasized the three words "very compatible", which made Cheng Xiaoyu's scalp tingle.

Cheng Xiaoyu looked at his cousin, who appeared calm and composed but was actually treacherous and deep-hearted, and could only light candles for Nan Xiang in his heart:

Sister Orange, I really didn't cheat you! It's just that my cousin gave me too much! If you want to blame someone, blame this black-hearted capitalist!

She confirmed once again that her cousin's interest in this "little orange" was definitely more than just "a little interest".

The fire of curiosity and gossip burned in her heart, but seeing her cousin's unfathomable look, she tactfully swallowed her questions.

Fortunately, this is just her WeChat secondary account, and her friend list is extremely concise. Apart from her parents and this unscrupulous cousin, there is only Nan Xiang.

She had originally added him using her secondary account, firstly because she wanted to establish a purer and more exclusive "secret base" with this young lady who she felt was particularly compatible with, and secondly because, as the eldest daughter of the Cheng family, adding strangers using her primary account would easily attract unnecessary attention.

But she didn't expect that this "secret base" would be "requisitioned" by her cousin so quickly.

Let’s go back to three days before Cheng Xiaoyu added Nan Xiang on WeChat, an ordinary Sunday afternoon.

Nan Xiang and her good friend Jiang Yijing, who had been in the same class from junior high school to high school, made an appointment to meet near Tanzhou University.

Jiang Yijing studies finance at Tan University. She has a neat medium-length ponytail and wears a simple T-shirt and jeans. She is full of energy, her eyes are curved when she smiles, and she moves with a sense of efficiency and vigor.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time and were chatting animatedly in a dessert shop on the street.

"Xiangxiang, you don't know that our professor is simply..."

Jiang Yijing was complaining excitedly, and Nan Xiang smiled and stood up to get a tissue.

As I walked out of the store and crossed the street, a car was turning a little faster and almost brushed past the sidewalk.

Nan Xiang subconsciously stepped back to avoid the attack, and her high heels twisted. A piercing pain instantly spread from her ankle. She hissed and staggered, holding onto the lamppost next to her.

"Xiangxiang!"

Jiang Yijing rushed out screaming, and when she saw her ankle swelled up instantly, her face changed.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Let's go to the hospital!"

Jiang Yijing made a prompt decision, stopped a car, and headed straight to Zhongya Hospital, the nearest and best orthopedic hospital in Tanzhou.

Nan Xiang endured the pain and sent a WeChat message to Jiang Yijing in the car to explain the situation, telling her not to worry and that she would go to register first.

As for why Jiang Yijing didn't accompany Nan Xiang to Zhongya Hospital, it was because the unscrupulous professor she had just complained about called her back for something.

Jiang Yijing could only curse inwardly as "old-fashioned" and told Nan Xiang, who was sitting in the car, to say goodbye in a while.

I made an appointment with Dr. Xie Hong, an orthopedic surgeon.

Xie Hong looks young, like a sunny and cheerful boy. He seems to be wearing a colorful T-shirt under his white coat.

But the way he examined Nan Xiang's ankle was very professional and neat, and his eyes were focused when he asked about the condition, which contrasted with his childish appearance.

He pressed the swollen area and Nan Xiang gasped in pain.

"It's a sprain. The ligament is a little stretched. It's not too serious, but it's very swollen."

Xie Hong made a judgment and quickly wrote out a prescription. "First, get an X-ray to rule out a fracture. Then go to the pharmacy to get some medicine. Apply ice and rest for a few days."

His tone was relaxed, yet filled with a reassuring certainty.

"Thank you, doctor."

Nan Xiang hopped on one foot, came out with the prescription, and prepared to go to the pharmacy.

At the same time, Yu Guichen happened to be walking towards Xie Hong's clinic with a document.

Grandpa asked him to bring this information to Xie Hong on the way (Xie Hong was one of his doctoral students), but for some unknown reason, he did not ask his assistant to run errands today and delivered it himself.

He himself couldn't explain why, he just felt... he should come.

The door of the clinic was pushed open.

One figure came out with head lowered, stepping cautiously, while another figure was about to go in with steady steps.

The two people almost brushed past each other in the narrow door frame.

At that moment, time seemed to be stretched.

Yu Guichen's keen senses caught a very faint fragrance - at first it was the elegant scent of jasmine, almost imperceptible, but as the figure passed by, the aftertaste left in the air transformed into a warmer, richer tulip fragrance, lingering around his nose as if it were tangible, incompatible with the usual smell of disinfectant in the hospital around him.

He subconsciously glanced to the side, only able to catch a glimpse of the other person's lowered profile, black hair, and the delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed in pain.

A vague thought flashed through his mind: This silhouette...seems familiar? But he was sure he had never seen it before.

Nan Xiang also felt a breeze passing by her, and the cool breeze that followed it—not the pungent smell of disinfectant, but a dry, slightly bitter herbal scent. It was very special and made her mind inexplicably calm.

She subconsciously raised her eyes, only to see the other person's well-defined jaw, high nose bridge, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses that reflected cold light. The peach blossom eyes behind the lenses seemed to sweep across her with a doctor's unique calm scrutiny, yet seemed to have just passed by unintentionally.

He was tall, wearing a well-fitting white coat, and had a calm aura in his steps.

The two people's eyes did not really meet, and their bodies did not even have any substantial contact. Their sleeves just rubbed against each other briefly in a very small space. The breeze and breath brought by each of them intertwined and entangled in that second, and then quickly separated.

Nan Xiang's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason. She quickly lowered her head, endured the pain in her ankle, and held onto the wall as she continued to move towards the pharmacy.

Yu Guichen walked into the clinic and handed the document to Xie Hong who was writing a medical record with his head down.

"Thanks, Brother Guichen!"

Xie Hong looked up and smiled brightly.

"On the way."

Yu Guichen responded indifferently, but his eyes subconsciously swept across the door. The figure who had just passed by was gone.

The unique fragrance of jasmine and tulips seemed to still linger in the air.

He put down the documents, turned around and left without stopping.

It was not until I walked out of the orthopedic clinic and got into my car that the "task" of delivering the document long ago became clear in my mind.

He gripped the steering wheel, his fingertips tapping unconsciously. That girl just now...

That silhouette, that scent...

In a flash, an ID suddenly popped into my mind - "A Little Orange"!

In the photos shared by Cheng Xiaoyu, the blurred profile and gentle temperament instantly overlapped with the figure that was just glimpsed.

It turned out to be her.

So this was the reason why he inexplicably wanted to make the trip in person today?

An indescribable subtle feeling spread in my heart.

Yu Guichen leaned back in his chair, raised his hand to loosen his collar. Although he was not wearing a tie, his thin lips slowly curled up in a meaningful arc.

It turned out that it wasn't the eyes that were familiar, but the heart... that recognized her scent first.

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That night, in the girls’ dormitory of Normal University.

Nan Xiang's ankle was covered with medicine and propped up high on the pillow.

Xu Yihan helped her get some water, Yuan Qingtang brought her some fruit, and Gong Hongyue frowned as she checked her medicine to confirm that it was correct.

"So, you just bumped into a handsome doctor in the hospital, and then you were completely distracted until now?"

Nan Xiang omitted the details of the aroma and only mentioned that the doctor felt something different. After hearing Nan Xiang's slightly dazed description, Xu Yihan couldn't help but tease,

"Xiangxiang, your 'random encounter with a handsome guy syndrome' is quite serious! Your feet are swollen like buns, and you're still thinking about his face?"

"what!"

Nan Xiang's face flushed and she grabbed the pillow beside her to cover her face. However, her mind couldn't help but reappear the pair of calm and inquiring peach blossom eyes hidden behind the silver-rimmed glasses, as well as the soothing faint herbal fragrance.

All night long, the moment of their passing each other kept lingering in her mind, unable to be shaken off.