Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 882 653: Why Do You Touch Legs When You Have a Cold?

"Hey, hey."
Jiang Nian was almost dragged upstairs by Xu Qianqian, and the three of them appeared crowded on the stairs, though fortunately the two girls were slim enough.
Squeezing a bit, they could get up.
"The three of us are like a bunch of clowns," Jiang Nian quipped, "Also, you two have put on some weight, haven't you?"
"This staircase is old and unstable. I'm afraid you'll try to push me down,"
Song Xiyun, who was against the wall, said quietly, "You're about to get me crushed here."
"Stop complaining, or I'll..." Xu Qianqian snapped, "Say one more thing, and you're in for a beating!"
Jiang Nian chuckled, "Because I'm on the outermost side, the risk of falling from here is pretty high."
"Then let's switch..." Xu Qianqian started to say, but then realized, "You're dreaming!"
And just like that, the three of them pushed their way upstairs.
Jiang Nian was about to enter the door, but noticed the two girls casually went into the apartment opposite. The door wasn't closed, it was wide open.
"Hmm?"
The warm yellow light from the living room cast out into the hallway. You could faintly hear the two girls talking inside.
Forgot to close the door?
That couldn't be. Even if Xu Qianqian had forgotten, there was still Song Xiyun, and neither of them were careless people.
Jiang Nian hesitated for a moment, then turned and went into the apartment opposite.
"Why didn't you close the door?"
Xu Qianqian turned her head, "Oh, I forgot."
"Alright, then I'll..." Jiang Nian initially planned to close the door for them since he was going out soon anyway.
Xu Qianqian saw Jiang Nian was about to leave, thinking to herself that she'd apologized yesterday and even danced as he had requested.
They had gone upstairs together today, why was he still holding a grudge!!
Song Xiyun asked, "I've washed some fruit, want some?"
Hearing this, Jiang Nian thought cycling to Jingfu would take less than ten minutes. Staying for a bit wouldn't hurt, so he agreed.
"Sure."
"Hmph!" Xu Qianqian headed to her room.
Song Xiyun put down the fruit and went to shower.
A while later, Xu Qianqian stealthily opened her door a crack. Seeing that Jiang Nian hadn't left, she slowly came out.
"Ahem."
Jiang Nian was eating green grapes and glanced her way when he heard the sound.
"Where did you go?"
"Changed into a pair of slippers," Xu Qianqian lifted a foot to show her pink slippers, boasting, "How about it?"
"Did you wash your feet?"
"That's not what I asked you!" Xu Qianqian's face immediately darkened, and she was about to eat some grapes.
She suddenly remembered she hadn't washed her hands and hurried off.
Swoosh.
Jiang Nian found it strange and wondered what was up with Xu Qianqian today. Acting all weird, could she be plotting something?
Soon, she returned and sat down next to him on the couch.
"Are the grapes tasty?"
"These are green grapes."
"Oh, they're all the same," Xu Qianqian muttered, "You're so troublesome and petty."
Jiang Nian: "???"
He understood the first part, but how did she jump to the second part? How did eating green grapes make him petty?
"Did you wash your hands?"
"I did!"
"Then here's one for you."
"No need, I have my own hands," Xu Qianqian said, then added, "Well, I'll give you the chance to serve me."
Saying that, she opened her mouth slightly with an "ah."
"Stop barking." Jiang Nian fed the grape into her mouth, and the two locked eyes, one looking up and the other looking down.
They stared for a few seconds before quickly looking away. Xu Qianqian blushed and turned aside.
Jiang Nian also averted his gaze, thinking Xu Qianqian was acting weird.
"Do you have something to say?"
"Say what? No," Xu Qianqian stood up, leaving the grapes, and quickly went to her room.
Jiang Nian was left confused, wondering what on earth was going on?
.....
Jingfu District.
Jiang Nian parked his bike and sent a message to his class leader. The reply was just an "okay," telling him to wait a couple of minutes.
A short while later, Li Qingrong came down with her wet hair draped around her shoulders.
"Washed your hair?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you say anything? I could've come up myself." Jiang Nian was surprised, "You might catch a cold that way."
Li Qingrong pressed her lips together and only said one thing.
"I won't."
"It's dripping wet," Jiang Nian said as they went inside, tying up her hair a bit, feeling it lightly warm.
Jingfu had a high greening rate, and the path was dimly lit.
Under the streetlight, Li Qingrong's loose hair glowed faintly. Her windbreaker collar was raised, and her back was already soaked.
Her eyes as she looked into the distance shimmered with moisture, dark and deep.
But when she turned to look at Jiang Nian, the coldness in her gaze faded and became lively again.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm..." Jiang Nian held up her wet hair behind her neck, "Your hair's too wet."
"It's cold like this. I'm, hmm... trying to keep separate it a bit."
Li Qingrong gave him a look, her voice soft.
"A gust of wind would be colder."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian felt slightly embarrassed.
"Alright then."
This was a situation of good intentions gone wrong. Most people would just stop. But his thinking was a bit unusual, and he pondered.
"I've got it."
"Hmm?"
Jiang Nian rolled up his sleeves, exposing his warm arm. He slipped it behind her neck and pulled her in closer.
"How's this? Warmer now, right?"
Li Qingrong didn't resist; she indeed felt a bit warmer.
"Yeah."
Once they got upstairs,
Jiang Nian lay in the living room watching TV while the class leader went to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of a hairdryer could be heard.
He looked around but didn't see a birthday cake. He thought it must be in the fridge, not brought out yet.
"What should I give her?"
The class leader had told him last minute; there wasn't enough time to prepare a gift, so he'd have to make it up next time.
"Can't afford something expensive, can't give something cheap."
"Sigh."
Jiang Nian kept changing channels, talking to himself. He eventually settled on watching 'Ghost Blows Out the Light.'
A while later, Li Qingrong came out. She seemed to have taken a shower, wearing a fresh nightgown.
It was early March, and the night breeze was slightly chilly.
Li Qingrong sat beside Jiang Nian, watching TV with him. He could faintly feel the warmth radiating from her.