When Jiang Wei was in elementary school, the phrase she hated the most was "almost". As it turned out, she and this subtle word were really destined. At the age of seven, she almost got hit by a car because she was chasing Yi Ming in the road. At seventeen, she almost got splashed with hot drinks because she got too close to Yi Ming, who was admired by others. The 20-year-old her almost went to Yi Ming’s home with the milk tea she made with her own hands, but just as she was carrying things and had just passed the street corner, she happened to run into Yi Ming and a girl at the door of his home enacting "head touching kill".
The girl looked fair-skinned and beautiful, with a head of soft black curly hair. She was about 1.7 meters tall, and with the pair of light silver high heels she was wearing, if she kissed Yi Ming, it would be at the perfect distance where he would just need to lean down a little to reach her...
In a flash, Jiang Wei had already imagined the passionate scene between the two, although it was a bit inappropriate for children, Jiang Wei really couldn't help it. It was the little people in her head who insisted on having random thoughts, not her innocent self at all.
And Yi Ming did not "disappoint" her. The two were intimate with each other at the door, and he kept staring at the girl's face with a smug smile.
Jiang Wei's face was tense, her heart was beating fast, she almost didn't hesitate to throw the milk tea in her hand into the trash can next to her, and then turned around and left.
She knew Yi Ming too well. If he didn't really like the other person, in her memory, he would not touch the other person's body like that.
She especially remembered that year in the sophomore year of high school, Yi Ming had shamelessly begged the head teacher to pair him up with Jiang Wei.
The head teacher was suspicious of Yi Ming's sincerity: "Boy, if you want to make a move on Jiang Wei, I'll arrange you to the throne next to my lectern tomorrow."
Yi Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Teacher, don't worry! I guarantee I won't drag your precious student down."
In fact, Yi Ming's grades were not bad either, and often even higher than Jiang Wei's. But the head teacher was not at ease. Not every child sleeps in class every day, skips class when not in class, and still manages to get in the top three grades in the year just by cramming before exams. He had to ensure his school's admission rate and did not dare to joke with other students.
During the time the two were deskmates, Yi Ming would always rest his head on the desk and stare at Jiang Wei during break time.
"Jiang Wei, you look so beautiful."
Jiang Wei glanced at him and quickly shifted her gaze back to the workbook, "Your drool is dripping on the desk cloth, wipe it."
"Jiang Wei, I'm hungry."
"You have snacks..." Before Jiang Wei could finish speaking, half of the bread in her hand was already gone, and the other half was in the mouth of a certain smugly smiling guy, chewing like a hamster.
The most outrageous thing was that it was getting colder that day, and Yi Ming had only worn a short sleeve. He knew Jiang Wei had a habit of always keeping a coat on hand, so without saying anything, he directly grabbed Jiang Wei's clothes and put them on.
Although Jiang Wei's top was a loose, oversized athletic top, it was still pink...
Jiang Wei couldn't stand it anymore: "Yi Ming, don't you think this doesn't quite suit you?"
Yi Ming lifted his chin and smiled brightly, "Why doesn't it suit me? Isn't this top specially prepared for a flower like me?"
Jiang Wei: "..."
Alright, a certain good-looking person could do whatever he wanted, what more could she say?
Yi Ming hovered around Jiang Wei every day, completely ignoring the eyes of those around him. At that time, the class monitor of the sophomore class was a girl who had secretly admired Yi Ming for a long time. She probably couldn't hold it in any longer and came over holding gloves she had knitted herself.
"Yi Ming, it's going to be winter soon, I made these for you..."
"I'm sorry, I have mysophobia, I don't like touching other people's things."
Jiang Wei didn't intend to get involved initially, but hearing what he said, she couldn't help frowning and turning to look inquiringly at the guy holding her cup and drinking water with a "gulp gulp gulp".
Mysophobia...
Classmate, are you serious?
The class monitor's face flushed red with grievance. The girl gritted her teeth and decided to take the initiative.
"Yi Ming, I washed the gloves, wear them, they must fit well..."
The moment the class monitor's fair little hand touched Yi Ming's slender fingers, Yi Ming recoiled backward, standing up from his stool, and Jiang Wei had never seen him look so gloomy before, her heart involuntarily shook.
"I already said I don't like touching other people's things, and I don't like other people touching me. If you insist on me giving you a reason, then just pretend I have gynophobia, okay?"
"But isn't Jiang Wei a girl too?" The class monitor looked up aggrievedly, her eyes fixed firmly on him.
When he heard Jiang Wei's name, Yi Ming tipped his chin up and smiled arrogantly, "Her? She's not a girl, she's my future wife!"
"..."
Jiang Wei instinctively stomped hard on Yi Ming's foot.
