Chapter 2 – Dedicated First Life (2)

Ni Ni slightly shrank her neck, lowered her head and held her breath, her cheeks and ears flushed red. She moved her small hand away from his, and pushed her left hand, which was holding the bottom of the cup, towards him.

“That’s enough.”

Chen Zeyu coughed lightly again, hearing her say with concern,

“Is the class monitor catching a cold?”

He had already put down his water cup and walked away, shaking his head with his back turned.

Ni Ni followed up,

“Then the class monitor should drink more water too. His voice is hoarse from lecturing for so long.”

The boy with his back turned stumbled slightly, coughed a few more times, his face flushed, and hurriedly replied with a few words.

Having finally calmed her somewhat chaotic heart, Ni Ni grabbed his hand as he approached before leaving, startling Chen Zeyu so much that he pulled away and took a few steps back.

“You…you…”

Ni Ni blushed, tears welling in her bright, clear almond-shaped eyes. Beneath her thin, fair skin, her eyes easily reddened.

“I…I was worried you had a fever. Your hands are much warmer than mine.”

In the end, Chen Zeyu fled in panic, his heart rippled like a stone dropped into a still lake.

Ni Ni lay down, her expression slowly shifting from aggrieved and bewildered disappointment to a calm, expressionless one.

Reborn after death, unexpectedly gaining a system, she couldn’t escape her arrogance.

In her first world, she encountered the female lead’s ex-boyfriend, a scumbag, and then…

Being pushed around by incredibly beautiful, large breasts was unbearable.

Chen Zeyu knew he was spending more and more time in the hospital room lately, but her condition… He wasn’t one to make a fuss about it, and hinting at her illness to Ms. Yang hadn’t helped.

They’d have plenty of time together in the future, but An’an…

Ni Ni noticed his slightly furrowed brow, her eyes flickered, and she beckoned to him with her finger.

Seeing her sly, fox-like eyes, Chen Zeyu’s worries instantly vanished with pleasure.

If at their first meeting, her frail, quiet, and delicate appearance made her someone to be carefully protected, someone he dared not cross the line of intimacy, always kept at a distance.

But now, her lively, expressive eyes and mischievous glint added a touch of vibrancy and youthful energy to her pale, weak appearance, making her approachable and tangible.

Chen Zeyu moved closer, his eyes fixed on her small, delicate face, a fondness he himself didn’t even realize.

Suddenly, a small hand rose and landed on his face, delicate fingertips gently stroking and smoothing his brow.

“You’re in a bad mood, huh? You can’t even tell a story properly anymore, and if you keep frowning, you’ll really look like an old man~”

Her fingertips were slightly cool, as if carrying a slight electric current, sending a tingling sensation through him.

Chen Zeyu’s gaze seemed to freeze, fixed on her face.

From her eyebrows, from her eyes, to her small, delicate nose, finally settling on her alluring, curved lips.