Chapter 442: What It Looks Like When He Likes Someone

Jiang Baobao blinked, her mind suddenly going blank for a moment.

It was undeniable that the moment Li Beijue's hand covered her, she did indeed feel a bit more comfortable.

But...

Jiang Baobao's heart was racing, yet she moved Li Beijue's hand away with a calm expression.

"No need, I'm fine with the cushion."

As she spoke, she reached for the cushion again, but before she could move, Li Beijue's hand returned to its original position.

"My hand is warm, the cushion is not."

He stated this fact without changing his expression, and imitating Jiang Baobao's look, he deliberately stared at the screen.

Jiang Baobao was momentarily speechless.

Just... being this thoughtful, isn't it a bit too much?

The Li Beijue she knew was not like this at all!

Jiang Baobao's gaze flickered for a moment, and she suddenly couldn't help but look at the person in front of her, feeling a bit dazed.

Did she... really ever know Li Beijue?

At first, he was the Prince Charming in her mind, an unreachable object of unrequited love.

Whatever he did, in her eyes, was correct and full of charm.

Later, the two separated and reunited, but they were interacting as enemies.

Whatever he did was targeted, was dismissive.

Only now did it seem he was truly revealing what it was like when he liked someone.

During this time, she seemed to have come to know a version of him she had never seen before...

"Does your stomach not hurt anymore? Why do you keep staring at me?"

Li Beijue had enjoyed the feeling of being watched by the person he liked for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask with a smile.

Jiang Baobao snapped back to reality, only then realizing that the dull pain from earlier had been suppressed by the warmth of his palm at some point.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

Jiang Baobao answered subconsciously, only to hear the person beside her chuckle again.

"Then I'll just leave my hand here, in case your stomach hurts again in a while."

Li Beijue said this, appearing entirely "worried" about Jiang Baobao's health, seemingly without any other thoughts.

Listening to his tone, Jiang Baobao suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh; in the end, she was too lazy to say anything more and tacitly accepted the position of someone's hand.

A hint of obvious, unconcealable joy flashed in the depths of Li Beijue's eyes.

To already be able to have a little physical contact without rejection...

That should be a huge step forward, right?

It seems... a certain little ice cube finally has signs of melting?

Li Beijue suddenly felt a wave of tenderness in his heart, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.

The competition was more than halfway through—

Jiang Baobao had been searching for her precious son's figure among the various switching camera angles.

She gradually saw clearly what he was drawing, and immediately, her face was filled with uncontrollable surprise.

"Li Beijue! Yanbao seems to be drawing my game character!"

The camera swept over Yanbao's drawing board again, making Jiang Baobao even more certain of her thought.

Li Beijue was also a bit surprised: "I didn't expect him to draw this... It seems this painting is a gift specifically for you."

"As expected of my good son!"

Jiang Baobao was incredibly excited and immediately focused even more intently on the screen, capturing shots of her precious son.

Another hour and a half passed—

All the works were completed.

While the children were drawing, various teachers had already been moving among them, scoring their layout and brushwork.

Therefore, after the works were finished, everyone's total scores were quickly calculated.

Jiang Baobao was so nervous she didn't even dare to breathe, her eyes fixed on the screen at the little fellow standing at the very front of the line.

The third place was announced first.

Jiang Baobao did not hear Yanbao's name.

Then came second place.

Still no Yanbao.

Jiang Baobao watched the host slowly take the list of the first-place winner out of the envelope—

She subconsciously grabbed Li Beijue's hand.

Yanbao...

Yanbao can definitely do it!

Jiang Baobao recited silently in her heart.

Then she heard—

"Let us congratulate today's first-place winner, little Li Xingyan!"

"Oh my god! It really is Yanbao! Yanbao is first place!!"

Jiang Baobao cheered at almost the same time, grabbing Li Beijue's sleeve in high spirits, her face full of unconcealable joy.

Li Beijue, however, was calm and unruffled, as if he had long expected this result; he just smiled as he looked at Jiang Baobao, who was so happy she could fly, his eyes filled with doting affection.

After the excitement, Jiang Baobao gradually calmed down and suddenly realized something.

She was stunned for a moment, and only then did she awkwardly let go of Li Beijue's hand.

"Sorry... I... I was too excited just now..."

Jiang Baobao said, while turning her head to look at the television with a guilty conscience.

She pressed her lips together in annoyance.

Had she gone crazy just now?

Since when had she become so lacking in boundaries with Li Beijue...

"Ahem..."

Li Beijue suddenly gave a light cough, as if to ease her embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "I am also very happy that Yanbao was able to take first place; he is indeed very talented at drawing."

"Yes, that's right..."

Jiang Baobao agreed vaguely, watching the children receive their trophies absent-mindedly, when suddenly an inexplicable urge to flee arose.

Seeing the youth group competition come to an end and the break time begin, she hurriedly stood up and said: "I'm going to the restroom, and then we can tidy up and go pick up Yanbao and the others..."

As she spoke, she turned to leave.

But her foot accidentally stepped on a sofa cushion that had fallen on the floor at some point, and she slipped violently in an instant!

"Ah!"

Jiang Baobao let out an instinctive cry of alarm.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Li Beijue reach out casually and firmly grab hold of her!

"Clang!"

The two of them fell heavily onto the sofa.

Jiang Baobao was pinned beneath Li Beijue as he followed the momentum, and for a moment, she couldn't turn around.

Immediately after, she heard Li Beijue say with amusement and helplessness: "Why are you always so reckless? It seems you haven't recovered yet?"

As he spoke, he reached out to check the temperature of Jiang Baobao's forehead again.

Only after confirming there was nothing abnormal did he set his mind at ease.

Jiang Baobao did not speak, blinking her eyes blankly, before she said intermittently: "You... you get up first..."

Li Beijue paused slightly; he had originally intended to get up, but upon seeing the flush on the face of the person beneath him as she spoke, he suddenly dismissed the thought.

Not only did he not get up, he leaned in closer instead.

"Li Beijue, you..."

Jiang Baobao instantly raised her eyes to glare at him, but halfway through her sentence, she met his gaze and suddenly lost her voice.

The morning sunlight was just right, with no sign of yesterday's gloom.

At this moment, a ray of it was spilling in from the floor-to-ceiling window behind the sofa, reflecting a bit of fine gold in Li Beijue's ink-colored eyes.

Along with a deep affection that needed no words to express and was overflowing.

Jiang Baobao couldn't help but become a little dazed.

Immediately after, she suddenly felt the other person's finger gently brush against her lower lip, and he asked softly.

"Do you want to know... how you took your medicine last night?"