“Song Nene, who needs to feel safe~ × Xie Xiyan, the cool guy with high needs”
At a middle school in Jiang City, in the ninth-grade science lab, the little flame on the alcohol burner burned steadily. Fifteen-year-old Song Qingyi clutched the burner cap, glancing from side to side, unsure what to do.
A warm touch came and went in an instant. “Dummy.” The cap was back where it belonged.
Plop. Listen, that’s the sound of an innocent girl’s heart breaking.
Song Nene: He called me dumb! Bro, open the door and buy me an alcohol burner so I can practice.
At Xitan High School, rumors spread that this year’s incoming freshman class had a handsome top student. Song Qingsi, a senior and the school’s heartthrob, had a formidable new rival.
Queen Nene: Oh no! One is my actual brother, and the other is my future husband. Who should I choose?
In a corner where Song Qingsi couldn’t hear…
“Who do you think is better-looking, our class rep whose surname is Xie, or the upperclassman whose surname is Song?” Tao Song asked, then gave Xie Xiyan a cheeky nudge.
The books on the desk snapped shut. The person in question wanted to hear the answer, too.
Song Qingyi knew this wasn’t going to be a good question. “Do you want my honest opinion?”
“Of course.”
Song Qingyi peeked at him, her hands flipping through a few sheets of paper. “Well… Xie Xiyan looks better when he’s not talking.”
“Pfft, hahaha!” Everyone who got the joke burst out laughing.
Xie Xiyan gave a cold snort and raised an eyebrow.
Before they were officially together,
“When we’re old and our looks have faded, and your love has cooled, what then?”
“If love depends on looks, do you think I’d dare trust you so easily?”
That makes sense. Song Qingyi nodded to herself. “I have another question. What if I don’t just like your looks, but I like you, too?”
“Then you’re a good girl.”…
