If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 443: Chapter 443: Holding You Feels So Comfortable
Yu Weiwei sat in his passenger seat, especially delighted.

She looked around, now at the outside of the test center, now at Li Beiting, feeling very happy.

“Li Beiting, this is the first time I’ve noticed that you’re actually quite handsome,” Yu Weiwei said with a joyful smile.

That day, Li Beiting wore a white shirt, looking sunny and spirited. Mingled among the group of exam candidates, he didn’t look any different from them.

“Are you blind, Yu Weiwei?”

“You’re the blind one.”

“Yes, I’m blind too, otherwise why would I have fallen for you?”

“Regretting it?”

“No regrets, life is better with two blind people.”

Having said that, Li Beiting laughed and pinched her cheek.

At that time, Yu Weiwei still had the unshed youthful air of a student on her face, something Li Beiting greatly adored.

“Taking advantage of me again,” Yu Weiwei pushed his hand away and snorted.

Li Beiting started the car with a laugh, taking Yu Weiwei away from the test center.

The setting sun slowly sank below the horizon, and the comfortable evening breeze blew onto their faces, carrying the distinctive scent of summer.

Throughout the entire senior year, Yu Weiwei had been buried in heavy books; now she could truly relax at last. She was in an exceptionally good mood, humming little tunes all the way.

Knowing it was the first night after the college entrance exam, Li Beiting didn’t say much and simply took her to a bar.

“Li Beiting, you’re taking me to pull an all-nighter tonight.”

“Okay, but we’ve agreed, no yelling, and no getting drunk.”

“Who are you to control me?”

“If I don’t look after you, who will? If you don’t agree, then I won’t take you.”

“Alright, alright, I agree,” Yu Weiwei thought disdainfully to herself, ‘Psh, just wait, I’ll drink, and drink, and drink.’

Li Beiting took her to a rather atmospheric bar, and they sat together drinking.

Yu Weiwei was especially talkative; most of the time, it was her talking and him listening.

He didn’t mind her chattiness; he liked listening to her speak, especially seeing her laugh.

“Li Beiting, what do you see in me?” When she had drunk a bit too much, Yu Weiwei rested her chin on her hands and stared at him.

Those dazed, big eyes looked at him, glistening with a tipsy blur.

“Beautiful, elegant, gentle, well-read and reasonable.”

“You’re blind.”

“Then why do you ask?” Li Beiting laughed with a snort.

What did he see in her? He couldn’t pinpoint what was good about her, but he just liked her. Perhaps, this is the most pure form of love?

They drank and drank, not knowing what time it became.

Yu Weiwei, in a hazy daze, squinted at the wall clock; it seemed to be eleven at night.

She was drunk and slowly moved closer to Li Beiting.

She rubbed her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Li Beiting, you’re like a big tabby cat, it’s so comfortable to hold you.”

“…” Li Beiting’s mouth twitched; it was his first time being described in such a way.

If his buddies found out, he didn’t know how much they would tease him.

A big tabby cat? Where did he resemble one…

Li Beiting also drank quite a bit, but not as much as Yu Weiwei. At least, he still clearly recognized Yu Weiwei.

But to Yu Weiwei, the Li Beiting of the moment was indeed a big tabby cat.

She rubbed against him, and whether from heat or intoxication, her flushed face became even redder.

“Weiwei, are you drunk? I told you to drink less, but you didn’t listen,” Li Beiting said as he looked down at her, his eyes gentle.

“No, I’m not drunk. Don’t slander me, big tabby cat—I’m very sober,” she said.

“Then tell me, who am I?”

“You’re a big tabby cat,”

“Huh? Take another look, who I am, what’s my name. If you can’t say it, you’ll be punished.”

Yu Weiwei opened her blurry eyes and looked up at him, “You’re just a big tabby cat…”

“…” Li Beiting was also tipsy.

He leaned down, grabbed her little head, and planted a kiss on her lips as punishment.

Caught off guard, Yu Weiwei nearly fell to the ground, but Li Beiting wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Mmm…” Yu Weiwei tried to beat on his back with her hands to stop him from kissing her.

But Li Beiting was not about to let her go, and the kiss deepened.

At first, it lingered on the edges of her lips, but slowly, he delved deeper into her mouth…

When Yu Weiwei was in school, he had kissed her too, but always sneakily, because, as Yu Weiwei said, it was embarrassing.

Li Beiting didn’t believe it, could someone like Yu Weiwei actually be shy?

His kisses left her in a complete mess, with Yu Weiwei’s face flushed red as if ablaze…

Li Beiting was a bit intoxicated too, looking at her red cheeks, he became even more addicted.

The unique fragrance of a young girl on her body also left him deeply intoxicated.

After kissing for a long, long time, he finally let her go, but his big hands still pulled her into his embrace.

“Weiwei… you still haven’t said you love me…” Li Beiting teased her with a smile.

Yu Weiwei couldn’t help but laugh, drunkenly wrapping her arms around his neck, “That’s something women like to hear, you’re a big man and still asking.”

“Is there a difference between men and women on this?”

“Of course, there is, I won’t say it,” Yu Weiwei snorted coldly.

“I think you’re not drunk,” Li Beiting lowered his head.

Only a few centimeters apart, he could clearly see her long eyelashes, and her cheeks, redder than cherries.

As he leaned down, his warm breath brushed her face.

She laughed, “Giggling,” “I wasn’t drunk to begin with.”

“Not saying it? Really not saying it?”

Li Beiting started to tickle her, and Yu Weiwei couldn’t help but laugh continuously, “Giggling.”

“Weiwei, are you going to say it or not?”

“I’ll say it, I’ll say it. Li Beiting, listen carefully, I, Yu Weiwei, love you very much. If you ever dare to do me wrong, I will chop you into pieces.”

“Say it again.” Li Beiting hadn’t had enough.

His eyes were fixed on her clear pupils, where he saw a miniaturized version of himself.

Times like these were very happy, very happy.

“Yu Weiwei loves Li Beiting.”

“Mmm, I love you too.”

Li Beiting leaned down and kissed her red lips accurately…

Later, he took her to a private room. Originally, it was to let her rest, but her hands clung to his neck like an octopus.

“Li Beiting… Li Beiting… they all say first love isn’t reliable…”

Yu Weiwei, half-conscious, hung on his neck and looked at him seriously.

“Don’t listen to what others say, use your own brain more. What do you think a head on your shoulders is for? If you just listen to what others say, you might as well not use your brain at all.”

“Then tell me, is it reliable or not…”

“I, Li Beiting, am not that kind of frivolous person.”

“Does becoming frivolous mean you’re not a person?” Yu Weiwei laughed.

“Not a person? I like that one, I’ll let you see what I’m like when I’m ‘not a person’…”

Li Beiting jokingly put her on the bed, initially tickling her, while she laughed and rolled on the bed, begging for mercy.

“Li Beiting, all you know is to bully me, I hate it…”