The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 87: 087: Show affection all the way to the police station

Jiang Zhi’s car was parked across the street, and there was a bit of distance to cover.

Zhou Xufang was light, and although he walked slowly, she wasn’t very calm, constantly moving and continuously calling his name while on his back.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Mmm.”

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Mmm.”

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Incessantly, she tilted her head and called into his ear, never tiring of it, “Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi stopped walking, “Why do you keep calling me?”

She didn’t speak but buried her head in his neck, rubbing against it. After a while, she muttered in a muffled voice, “When I leave, will you miss me?”

Carrying her on his back and standing under the streetlight, their shadows intertwined tightly. He glanced at them and couldn’t help but smile, “Where are you going?”

She didn’t answer but kept pressing, “Will you?” Her hands clung to his neck, her legs kicking gently, urging him to respond, “Will you or won’t you?”

He adjusted her slightly, securing her position, “I will.”

Where could she go anyway?

Wherever she went, he would follow.

Zhou Xufang was delighted to hear that, swinging her legs and saying, “Then I’ll swim back to see you.”

Her drunken ramblings were gentle and incessant, her breath warm against Jiang Zhi’s ear, reddening a patch of skin there. Under the light, his eyes began to redden too; his breathing became unsteady, and he felt overwhelmingly flush.

“Why would you swim back?”

She said, “Because I’m in the water.”

She was truly drunk, uttering complete nonsense.

“Do you still feel uncomfortable?”

“Mmm.” She found the mask uncomfortable, so she yanked it off, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into Jiang Zhi’s shirt collar. Then, holding his neck, she buried her face in his clothes, whimpering about her discomfort.

His heart was nearly melted by her.

Jiang Zhi caressed her head with his cheek, “Then let’s not talk, sleep for a bit.”

She sniffled, her voice a bit babyish, “I won’t sleep, I’ll sing for you instead.” She tightened her grip around his neck, swinging her slender legs, and began to sing in a crooked, wobbling tune, “Lanterns in the first month, kites in the second, in the third month watch for pretty girls from a boat, in the fourth month traffic wears bamboo hats, the fifth month under the sun the fleas…”

This nursery rhyme was an interlude in a movie Jiang Zhi had worked on.

She was completely off-key as she sang, yet for some reason, it pained him to listen—not knowing exactly what he felt pity for, just feeling the girl on his back had perhaps suffered a lot.

He suddenly felt bewildered, “Fang Bao.”

“Mmm.”

She responded.

No one had called her that before, nor had Jiang Zhi called anyone else in such a way.

He stopped, standing amidst the neon lights, and asked her, “Do you like me?”

She didn’t make a sound, uncertain whether she was asleep.

Jiang Zhi turned his head and nuzzled her face with his chin, persistently asking, “Do you like me?”

She murmured, dreamily confessing her liking.

Then, Jiang Zhi gratuitously made a comparison.

“Do you like me, or do you like the lamp at the congee shop?” @@novelbin@@

Zhou Xufang, groggy with sleep, caught only the last word, “Lamp…”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

He was being ridiculous earlier, it didn’t count.

He asked again formally, “Answer again, do you like the lamp at the congee shop or Jiang Zhi?” He emphasized the last two words particularly.

“Jiang Zhi…”

Jiang Zhi then smiled, “Good baby.” He soothed her to sleep and happily hummed a few lines of the tune she had just sung.

But Zhou Xufang only slept briefly and hadn’t even reached the street across when the sudden lighting of a lamp on a street tree startled her from her slumber.

The winter solstice was nearing, and little strings of lights were hung on the street-side trees, flickering lively and festive at night.

Zhou Xufang was startled awake by the lights, straightening her back alertly and excitedly tugging at the hood of Jiang Zhi’s sweatshirt, “Jiang Zhi, look, the lights are on!”

She really did like lights, all kinds of shiny lights.

“I see them.”

She was thrilled, her eyes curving into crescent moons, her chin resting on top of Jiang Zhi’s head, mussing up his hair, contentedly and cheerfully saying, “The lights are beautiful, and the trees are too.”

On the ground, Jiang Zhi’s shadow’s hair started to bristle a bit.

Worried she might fall, he lifted his hand to support her, “Lie down nicely, don’t move.”

Her interest in the little strings of lights on the tree was intense, and while staring at them, she let go of his hat and cupped his face, asking, “Do you like them?”

Seeing her joy, Jiang Zhi’s heart softened beyond recognition, “I like them.”

“Then I’ll steal them and give them to you.”

After she spoke, she kicked her legs and leaped high into the air.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Was this girl a monkey?

He hadn’t clearly seen how she had jumped down when she had already darted to the base of the tree.

“There’s electricity, don’t—”

Too late, before he could finish his sentence, the ground shook a couple of times, and the camphor tree was uprooted by her. Then, bang, bang, bang, bang—

An entire street’s little string lights all short-circuited simultaneously.

“Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi!” The girl who had pulled out the tree joyfully carried the nearly ten-meter-tall tree, sprinting over to Jiang Zhi with agile steps, seeming as though she were carrying a bundle of cotton, effortlessly flipping the tree upright with one hand, and presented it to Jiang Zhi, “Here, for you.”

Jiang Zhi was dumbfounded.

“Who?!”

“Who is damaging public property?”

A traffic police officer, holding an electric baton, chased from the guardhouse across the street.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

He paused for just five seconds, then quickly reacted, “Good baby, quickly throw away the tree.”

Zhou Xufang was dazed for a few seconds, then obediently tossed the tree, emitting a loud Duang sound.

Jiang Zhi pulled out a mask, quickly put it on her, and brushed off the dirt clinging to her body, and with a kick, he tried to shove away the tree.

However, his kick didn’t move the tree an inch.

By this time, the traffic police officer had caught up, roughly in his forties or fifties, short and chubby, he had run a short distance and was panting heavily, brandishing his electric baton aggressively, and demanded, “Was it you two damaging public property?”

Jiang Zhi shielded Zhou Xufang behind him, denying without a change in expression, “It wasn’t us.”

Still not admitting it?

He had clearly seen them from across the street!

The police officer immediately called for a patrol officer, “Officer Liu, there are two drunkards here damaging public property.”

Fake drunk Jiang Zhi: “…”

Real drunk Zhou Xufang: “…”

Fifteen minutes later, a patrolling officer took the two to the police station.

The duty officer, Officer Zhao, yawned, “Names.”

The man across him looked outstanding, dressed fine, not much like a criminal, quite the demeanor of a noble young master, except for a head of dyed blue hair, likely a trendy young man with taste.

‘Trendy young man’ responded, “Jiang Zhi.”

That name sounds familiar.

Officer Zhao glanced again, mmm, this excessively handsome face also looked a bit familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he had seen it. Officer Zhao continued with the paperwork, glancing at the young girl sleeping in the ‘trendy young man’s arms, “And her, name.”

“My girlfriend had too much to drink, she can’t do the paperwork,” the person in his arms stirred, and Jiang Zhi gently soothed her, “Good, sleep for a while.”

Sleep?

What kind of place did he think a police station was!

Officer Zhao’s voice rose a bit, using his absolute authority, “ID number.”

Jiang Zhi recited a series of numbers.

Officer Zhao checked the identification details, beginning the interrogation, “Why were you damaging public property?”

Jiang Zhi took off his jacket, draped it over Zhou Xufang, tugged her mask, covering her completely from head to toe, and never once raised his head, “We didn’t damage public property.”

Look at that!

This trendy young man still dared to defy the officers!

Officer Zhao directly pulled up the surveillance footage, his voice fierce, “The cameras caught everything, and you still want to argue?”

Finally, the ‘blue-haired trendy young man’ looked up, casually pushed back his hair from his forehead, the matte, misty blue making his complexion appear fair, seven parts aristocratic mixed with three parts laziness in his enticing peach blossom eyes, a hint of untamed wildness flickering within them.

“How heavy is that tree?”

Officer Zhao was taken aback by the question, “Uh… around two hundred kilograms?”

“You think,” his voice disturbed the person in his arms, and he softly soothed her with a couple of whispers before continuing, “how much strength it would take to uproot that tree with its roots intact?”