Everyone at Jingbei University knows that Qi Jingzhou is pursuing the soft-spoken little junior from the art department.
He’s making a spectacle of it, too:
There’s always a bottle of warm soy milk waiting for her in the front row of general-education classes. A six-foot-two figure stands like clockwork outside the art building. Whenever someone tries to talk to Ruan Zhi, he leans against the back of her chair and smiles, casual but dangerous. “Finished talking, classmate?”
The whole university is going crazy over the couple, but Ruan Zhi herself seems oblivious.
“Is he pursuing me? I thought he found me annoying.”
Until one day, he corners her beneath a parasol tree. His voice isn’t loud, but everyone falls silent:
“Ruan Zhi, I’ve been pursuing you for forty-seven days. From the moment you looked up at the sunlight, I never planned to let you go. Be my girlfriend. I’m not asking.”
Later, a shipment belonging to the Qi family gets stuck at the port. While Qi Jingzhou is tearing his hair out, Ruan Zhi picks up her phone and says softly, “Uncle Zhou, could you let us cut in line?”
One phone call, and the entire port clears the way.
Qi Jingzhou stares at her for a long moment before speaking. “Ruan Zhi, who are you, exactly?”
Her almond-shaped eyes crinkle as she smiles, dimples appearing faintly. “Your junior, of course.”
Falling in love at first sight is caused by lust and is also guided by the body's instinct.