Lingering Traces

Everyone knows Li Jingbai and Yun Qingjia are parallel lines that will never intersect. He defies convention; she is cool, reserved, and well-behaved. She watched the people around him come and go, one after another, just as he watched her coolly turn away one suitor after another. On a late-summer evening, before accompanying her mother to meet her boyfriend, Yun Qingjia washed the grime from herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the T-shirt the young man had casually tossed at the foot of the bed, then turned and left the hotel. In a white dress, she stood beneath the orange afterglow, as beautiful and ethereal as an immortal, untouched by worldly concerns. Her mother introduced them. "This is my daughter, Yun Qingjia. And this is...?" "My son." The man shifted aside. Behind him, a young man sat on the sofa playing with his phone. His hair was still slightly damp, his fingers were strikingly sensual, and even the creases in his clothes spoke of unrestrained abandon. He looked up and met her gaze, then stood and offered his hand, his tone teasing. "Li Jingbai. Pleased to meet you." The air was filled with the exact same scent of body wash. The moment Yun Qingjia reached out and clasped his hand, electricity curled around her fingertips, and memories of the previous night flashed through her mind. Dark, heated. His large, sinewy hand had held her tight, veins standing out. His deep, magnetic voice had murmured against her ear: "You and I were meant to be partners in crime, until death do us part." Cool and prickly (celebrity actress) x rebellious (top-tier singer) Official relationship | From university to the city | Both adults | Not on the same household register Tentatively updating at 6 p.m. every night ***Upcoming story: Chaos*** Xi Wei, from the Soft Materials College at Shida University, is unrestrained and easygoing, with a temperament like strong liquor. All he has to do is stand there and crook a finger, and a crowd of girls will throw themselves at him, like moths to a flame. On an evening with a typhoon approaching, Yun Jingyi watched him play basketball from the stands. The chocolate shell of her ice cream crunched between her teeth, while the milky filling melted messily against her red lips. Thunder rumbled overhead, and the hot wind tugged at his shirt. His broad hands controlled the ball, the tendons on their backs standing out clearly. He radiated hormones. The moment he happened to glance her way, she licked the milky smudge from her lips. Her boyfriend beside her invited her to dinner. No, the moment he opened his mouth, he was already her ex. Yun Jingyi turned him down, saying she had to host the evening's anonymous letter-reading segment at the campus radio station. The incident happened twenty minutes later. "1611, I miss you so much..." A sweet female voice paused, with a hint of an almost imperceptible laugh. "The way you worked up a sweat on top of me." The broadcast echoed across campus as Xi Wei leaped for a shot. A clean, handsome three-pointer went in. "Beeeep!" The final whistle shrilled, and the cheering crowd roared. But all he heard was the dog whistle she had blown through the broadcast. Theme: No beautiful hope should ever be left unfulfilled.