256: I Want To Eat Soft Bun Every Day (2)

I Want To Eat Soft Bun Every Day (2)

Lin Jiage nodded, not saying a word.0

On the other hand, Shi Yao waved her hand at Lin Jiayi, saying, "Sis Jiayi, bye-bye."

"Bye-bye, darling Yaoyao!" Lin Jiayi flashed Shi Yao a radiant smile before bringing her hand to her mouth, "Mu—"

Lin Jiage immediately understood what Lin Jiayi was going to do, so before the latter could finish her actions, he immediately pulled Shi Yao's hand and turned her head to face him before coldly saying, "We're leaving." Then, sliding his hand down to Shi Yao's neck, he ushered her in the direction of their school.

Some distance later, Lin Jiage turned around to take a look, and he saw that his grandfather's car had already left. Only then did he finally withdraw his hand from Shi Yao's neck.

Without saying a word, the two of them silently walked down the street, passing by streetlamp after streetlamp.

Just as they were about to turn at a crossroad, Lin Jiage looked over at Shi Yao.

Maybe it was because she had a lot of fun at the KTV earlier, but her eyes were currently still radiating with joy and excitement. Her dejected expression from seeing the intimacy between the two girls earlier had disappeared without a trace.

The stifling sensation he felt inside was also swept away by her good mood as well.

But in the end, Lin Jiage couldn't help but worry about her. Just as they were passing by a 24-hour supermarket, he suddenly paused his footsteps.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Lin Jiage's movements had come to a halt, Shi Yao stopped as well.

Lin Jiage didn't say a word. He looked at the convenience store for a moment before throwing her a—"Wait here for a moment, I'll be right back"—then strode over to the supermarket.

It didn't take long for him to walk back out with an additional plastic bag in his hand.

It was deep in the night, so even with the slight illumination from the streetlamps, Shi Yao couldn't make out what was in the plastic bag. She didn't bother asking him about it either.

After leaving the supermarket, Lin Jiage continued heading down the road leading back to their school, so she simply followed him as well.

Walking through the school entrance, just as they were about to reach the female dormitory, Lin Jiage suddenly stopped beneath a streetlamp.

Shi Yao shot a questioning glance at Lin Jiage. Thinking that he was just going to walk with her up to this point, she was about to say goodbye when she suddenly saw him taking out a glass bottle from the plastic bag and smash it forcefully on the ground.

His actions were so abrupt that it scared Shi Yao into stumbling two steps back. Then, staring at the broken glass shards and spilled water on the ground, she directed a bewildered look at Lin Jiage.

Lin Jiage still didn't say anything. Instead, he took off the light coat he was wearing and grabbed it by its sleeves. After which, he took out a small razor from the plastic bag and callously swiped it on the coat. In an instant, a cut appeared on his expensive coat.

He... What's going on with him? Why is he doing so many weird things?

Looking at Lin Jiage's series of actions, Shi Yao frowned. Just as she was about to speak, Lin Jiage beat her to it, "Shi Yao, some things are like a broken bottle of mineral water on the ground. Once broken, the water is spilled, and things will never go back to how they once were. On the other hand, there are some things that are like the coat in my hand. Even if it gets torn, as long as the location isn't obvious, a bit of stitching will still make it as good as new."

After saying those words, Lin Jiage gestured to the female dormitory with his chin and said, "Alright, it's late. You should get going now."

Shi Yao didn't say a word. Her mind was busy absorbing Lin Jiage's previous actions and words.

It was only when she returned to her dormitory, lying on her bed after taking a bath, that something seemed to strike her. She shook off her sleepiness, fumbled for her phone, and tapped into the Messages app. Then, she looked for Lin Jiage's name...

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