The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 38: 038: Want to Touch Her Face (Second Update)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“You set up a stall here. Do people often strike up a conversation with you?”

Zhou Xufang picked up the phone he had placed on the small table, “Which kind of screen protector do you want?”

“The most expensive one.” The expensive one should earn her a bit more.

Zhou Xufang took out a tempered glass from the bag behind her and opened the package, “No one strikes up a conversation.” She focused on her work, “Many people are afraid of me.”

She kept her head down, and his eyes became more unrestrained, gazing at her, “Why are they afraid of you?”

She spoke casually, “They say I look like a ghost.”

She wore black again today, with a fisherman’s hat, wrapped tightly from head to toe, only a small portion of her pale, translucent face visible, always expressionless, with thin lips pressed together, looking cold and strange.

Jiang Zhi glanced at her, not knowing who he was dissatisfied with, but he was very dissatisfied. His charming eyes grew more hostile, “Who says you look like a ghost?”

How could a ghost be this pretty?

Zhou Xufang raised her head and shone a small desk lamp on her face, “Don’t I look like a ghost?”

Under the black fisherman’s hat, her palm-sized face was lit pale white by the flashlight.

Mm, he saw clearly now. There was a faint mole at the end of her eyebrow, hidden in her messy hair, small and pretty. Her eyelashes were long, dense, and curled up like a soft fan, also very pretty.

He stared for a long time, making Zhou Xufang uncomfortable, and she lowered her head again.

The sky was completely dark now, and the light from the small desk lamp was weak. Due to the angle, it cast patches of light and shadow on her face. Jiang Zhi squatted, slightly tilting his head, watching her under the light, “Aren’t you strong? If someone says that, just beat them up.”

Zhou Xufang lowered her eyelids, seriously applying the screen protector, “If I beat them up, I have to pay for damages.”

“Do you love money that much?”

“Yes.” She wiped the phone screen with a clean cloth, “It’s done, sixty yuan.”

The most expensive was only sixty yuan.

Jiang Zhi took out a hundred-yuan note from his wallet, placed it beside her hand, wanting to touch her hand but resisted, “Keep the change.”

Zhou Xufang stored away the money, thanked him earnestly, then took her bag and rummaged through it.

Dissatisfied, Jiang Zhi tugged at her fisherman’s hat, tilting it before letting go, “I said, keep the change.”

Wearing the crooked hat, her expression became a bit dumbfounded. After a moment of daze, she pulled out a can of milk from her bag and pushed it, along with the phone with the new protector, towards Jiang Zhi, “This is for you.”

So cute.

He wanted to touch her face.

Jiang Zhi reached out again, but she moved back, blinking.

He didn’t retract his hand, “Your hat is crooked, don’t move.”

She really didn’t move.

So obedient.

He wanted to touch her face even more now.

His fingertips trembled slightly, brushing past her face as he straightened her tilted fisherman’s hat. The back of his hand touched her hair, it felt itchy, and he withdrew awkwardly, turning his head away, his ears turning red, “I, I am leaving.”

Under the hat, Zhou Xufang looked up at him, “Goodbye.”

Her expression remained unchanged.

Jiang Zhi’s face flushed, his chest felt tight. He squeezed the milk can hard and turned to leave.

“Jiang Zhi.”

He immediately turned back.

Her face, lit by the desk lamp, looked softer, “Don’t go out tonight.”

The furrowed brows of a second ago smoothed out. He lightly hummed, an uncontrollable warmth filling his eyes.

A new customer approached for a screen protector. Zhou Xufang said another goodbye and paid no more attention to Jiang Zhi.

Left standing in the middle of the road, Jiang Zhi: “…”

He turned and walked away!

For the first time, he felt this way. His heart was like being on a rollercoaster, up and down, never at peace for a moment.

After finishing applying a screen protector, Zhou Xufang saw Jiang Zhi already far away. She frowned, sat for a while, and took out her phone to send an email to Shuangjiang.

Shuangjiang usually used email more.

Soon, a call from an unfamiliar number came in. Zhou Xufang answered, and a synthetic mechanical voice spoke, “Ah Fang, what do you want to do?”

She looked at the distant road; Jiang Zhi’s car was no longer visible, “I’m worried.”

“Worried about Jiang Zhi?”

“Yes, if the client made two sets of plans, if I don’t rob him, someone else will.”

Shuangjiang always let her have her way, “How can I help you?”

Zhou Xufang turned off the small desk lamp and packed up the stall, “There are many surveillance cameras near where Jiang Zhi lives, I can’t get in.”

“Give me twenty minutes.”

Driving from Ba Yi Bridge to Jiang Zhi’s residence at Qingshan Mansion took more than forty minutes. When Jiang Zhi arrived home, it was nearly eight o’clock. He opened the door and was about to turn on the light when a hand pulled him inside.

Bang—

The door was slammed shut.

Almost simultaneously, he was pushed against the wall. A woman’s deliberately low voice sounded in his ear, “Don’t move.”

He didn’t move, not even his eyelids, maintaining a calm demeanor. His tone remained lazily drawn out, showing no panic, “It’s you again.”

It was her again, the professional errand runner.

She remained silent, one hand gripping his waist, the other pressing against his shoulder. The room’s lights were off, the moonlight from outside casting a blurry outline.

He could only vaguely see the faint blue reflection from her glasses.

“Who sent you to rob me this time?”

She deliberately lowered her voice further, “I’m not robbing you, don’t move, and don’t make a sound. I’ll leave at dawn.”

Being so close, he smelled the milky scent on her again.

Click.

The door suddenly made a sound, followed by Ah Wan’s voice, “Boss, you left your script in my car—”

The light from the door’s crack fell on the glow in Zhou Xufang’s eyes behind the lens.

Ah Wan’s voice abruptly stopped. After a few seconds of hesitation, he kicked the door open, “You scum!”

“…”

Her lips under the mask twitched slightly.

Zhou Xufang firmly corrected, “I’m not a scum.”

Ah Wan took a step back, assumed a defensive posture, and shouted, “Scum, let go of my boss!”

She definitely wasn’t a scum!

She got a bit angry and coldly reminded, “Behind you.”

Ah Wan didn’t listen, aggressively glaring at the ‘scum,’ shouting fiercely, “Stop talking nonsense, let go of my boss!”

Wearing a mask, hat, and glasses, Zhou Xufang leisurely said the last two words, “Someone’s there.”

The lights suddenly turned on.

Ah Wan turned around, and a club was swung at him. He dodged, and the stick missed his head, hitting his shoulder instead. At this moment, seven or eight burly men rushed in, each holding a club, and engaged in a brawl with Ah Wan.