Su Ye and Lin Qingyi played cards three times.
The first time, she smiled brightly. "Senior, if I lose, I'll pay for everything tonight. If you lose..." She was so sure of herself then. "You'll be my boyfriend." He agreed.
The second time, he said, "Let's make a bet." She agreed. She watched the cards in his hand, from the shuffle to the deal to the play, and lost miserably. He said, "You thought I didn't want to? Did you really think you could beat me?" His voice sounded so cold to her then, as if it had come from a winter long past, carrying its chill across mountains and rivers.
The third time, she watched the cards in his hand beneath the bright English sunshine. But what did it matter? It was as if she'd fallen asleep in a dream and only awakened much later, with the person beside her as if he'd never left.
(This story teaches us just how important it is to master a skill. Even if it's only card-playing, you might accidentally win yourself a super-skilled boyfriend.)
Bonus scene: In college, Su Ye could never figure out what boyfriends were for. One day, chatting with her roommate, she casually said, "Honestly, I can eat by myself, go shopping by myself, and even when it comes to carrying rice, my family's driver can do that. Why do I need a boyfriend? What's the point of having one?"
Much later, when someone had her pinned down, the person on top murmured in a husky voice, "I'll teach you slowly what else you can do with a boyfriend."
Theme:
It's good, but isn't the heroine allergic to mango? Why can you still eat mango glutinous rice cakes?