The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 115 Don't Care About Anything

Wen Qing hadn't walked much all day, and when she climbed the stairs suddenly, her legs and feet felt a little weak.

Fortunately, it was winter vacation and there were not many people in the dormitory building. She walked slowly by herself holding the handrail, which was not too eye-catching.

Her dormitory is on the fifth floor and there is no elevator. Under normal circumstances, she can climb to the fourth floor in one breath and then get there with some effort.

But today, she felt a little out of breath as soon as she reached the third floor, so she had to lean against the wall at the corner to catch her breath.

Through the glass curtain wall outside the stairs, she saw the black G-Class parked downstairs. Thinking about having to put the luggage in it later, she felt her head swelling.

She turned her eyes away and decided not to think about those bad things for the time being. At least now she was still in the dormitory, where she could hypnotize herself that she was still a student and living a quiet life as before.

But reality refused to follow her will. The sound of footsteps coming from downstairs shattered her fantasy without any explanation.

The footsteps were fast and loud, like the beat of a drum, and her heart broke a little with every beat.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and her body gradually stiffened, until she saw the man's figure walking in front of her. She seemed to have been drained of all her strength and slowly squatted down.

"Your legs still hurt?" Song Jingshen saw her collapse, and rushed over to help her up. "Can you still walk?"

"Why are you here?" Wen Qing asked with her head down, her tone indifferent.

"I can't come up?" Song Jingshen looked at her, his eyes filled with anxiety, "If you don't come up, I don't know if you can't climb the stairs."

"Just take it slow." Wen Qing looked up at him and pleaded, "I want to be alone for a while."

"Just pretend I don't exist." Song Jingshen said this, bent down, picked her up, and walked straight upstairs.

Wen Qing had already forgotten how many times he had hugged her today. She was actually somewhat accustomed to his arms and felt a little sleepy as soon as she lay down in them.

She was indeed lacking in sleep. From last night till now, almost all of her rest time had been taken up by him, making her want to sleep for a while as soon as she lay down.

But she didn't dare to sleep, because she had to pack up her things and give a lecture and have a dinner party in the evening...

Once you fall asleep, everything will be delayed.

After a while, Song Jingshen climbed up to the fifth floor, stopped at the door of 504, and gently put her down.

"Do you have the key?" he asked. "If you don't have the key, I'll have to pick the lock."

Wen Qing didn't move for a long time, just staring at him blankly: "How do you know I live in 504?"

Song Jingshen laughed disdainfully: "Are you kidding? I've been eyeing you for so long, and you don't even know this, so why am I still hanging around?"

Seeing that she was still in a daze, he raised his chin to signal her: "Open the door, quickly, or I will take action."

Wen Qing came to her senses and quickly took out the key to open the door. At the same time, she subconsciously turned sideways to try to stop him from coming in.

Seeing her awkward look, Song Jingshen curled his lips slightly, walked forward to hold her hand, and said in a gloomy tone:

"Are you on guard against thieves?"

"Click——" The door opened, but Wen Qing insisted on blocking the door and did not go in.

"You'd better... don't come in. It involves personal privacy."

Song Jingshen laughed angrily: "There's not even a shadow of a person in there, where is the privacy?"

"Wait here for a moment, I'll be there soon...Ah! What are you doing?"

Before she could finish, Song Jingshen reached out and grabbed her under the armpits, picked her up and walked into the house.

"You're the only one here. You're mine, so what privacy should I not know?" Song Jingshen walked into the room nonchalantly and looked around the dormitory.

A simple room for six people. The upper bunk is for sleeping, and the lower bunk is for bookshelves, desks, and lockers.

The other five beds were tidy, only Wen Qing's bed was filled with books and other items.

Song Jingshen let go of her, sat down in the chair in front of the desk, and looked up at her embarrassed expression.

"Pack up, I'll sit here and wait for you."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and kicked the chair leg: "Move over there."

Song Jingshen raised his eyebrows and sat still: "Am I in your way?"

"The headphones are on the bed. I need to climb up and get them."

Wen Qing pointed behind him. Song Jingshen turned his head and found that it was a narrow bed ladder, which was blocked by him.

He curled his lips, patted his thigh, and said, "Come up, I'll carry you up."

Seeing that he was acting like a rogue, Wen Qing refused indifferently, "Forget it, I won't wear headphones."

"That's fine. I have plenty of headphones. You can pick any one you like." Song Jingshen smiled nonchalantly.

Wen Qing ignored him and took out a backpack from the locker, packing her things into it one by one.

Computers, books, clothes...

Song Jingshen was watching her from the side, and suddenly remembered that when she went to Guangyu for the first time, she seemed to have brought a broken suitcase. When she was leaving, she got angry with him and insisted on dragging the suitcase out of the door, almost breaking the wheel.

Given her frugal nature, if the wheel was really broken, she would probably be reluctant to throw it away. She would feel very sad about it and would try every means to replace it and continue using it.

Thinking of this, Song Jingshen bent down and looked in the storage compartment under the locker, but Wen Qing was standing there packing clothes. Unexpectedly, he also bent down to look for something, so she looked at him in surprise.

"Move aside, I'm going to look for the suitcase." Song Jingshen looked up at her and reached out to hug her legs.

Wen Qing now understood his temper and knew that he would hug her if he got upset, so she quickly moved aside and asked worriedly, "Why are you looking for the suitcase?"

As soon as she moved aside, Song Jingshen saw the faded old suitcase at a glance. He dragged it out, stood it on the ground, and pushed it left and right. Sure enough, the wheels made a creaking sound and it was not working properly.

The suitcase was filled with things, probably her spring and summer clothes, and some unused sundries. The stuff was not light, and the wheels were deformed by it. If it was tossed around a little more, it would fall apart.

Wen Qing couldn't bear to see him messing with her suitcase as if it were a stress test. Wasn't this a waste of things?

She grabbed the box, put it down, and then struggled to stuff it into the storage compartment.

"It was put away fine, why did you drag it out?" she complained, her cheeks flushed from the effort.

"Why don't you bring it this time?" Song Jingshen asked knowingly.

She wished she could end her relationship with him as soon as possible. She was even forced to live with him. She must have kept the things she brought as minimal as possible. How could she possibly bring a big suitcase?

"Just carry a bag." Wen Qing put the suitcase away with great effort and glanced at him with some displeasure.

"The last time you came to my place, you were pulling this box with you. I was thinking at the time that I must replace it with a better one for you next time."

When Song Jingshen suddenly mentioned this, even he felt it was corny, but Fang Ziming said that when pursuing a girl, one must be thick-skinned and not be afraid of being corny.

What's more, these are his true thoughts and words from the bottom of his heart. He has nothing to hide.

"Thank you. The box can still be used after being repaired. You'd better not spend money." Wen Qing politely refused without thinking.

Once, he wanted to do it again. She knew him too well. He was greedy and took advantage of every opportunity.

"I don't care about spending money on you, as long as you have a conscience and know that I'm good to you." Song Jingshen stood up, hugged her from behind, lowered his head into her neck, sniffed deeply and said:

"It doesn't matter if you don't think I'm good, you can scold me, blame me, as long as you are willing to stay with me, I don't care about anything."