Sitting in the back seat, anxious and uneasy, Wen Ting saw Li Bin hand her an iPhone and immediately flushed with panic, waving her hands. "Brother-in-law, no, really, no need. This is too expensive. My current phone's fine."
Wen Ting loved the phone—an iPhone 12, the top model. It was every high schooler's dream gadget!
If her mother or father had given it to her, she'd have jumped for joy. But coming from Li Bin, she couldn't muster any excitement. She didn't even dare accept his gift, no matter how much she wanted it.
Deep down, Wen Ting still felt that Li Bin's kindness came with strings attached, that he had ulterior motives. If she took the gift, she'd feel even less able to resist him later.
Though she really wanted it, she still didn't dare take it. "Oh, I already bought it. Keep it if you want, or give it to your sister. Throw it away if you don't care," Li Bin said with a casual smile, stepping on the gas and driving toward Wen Ting's high school.
Wen Ting was stunned, momentarily unable to grasp his intentions.
His nonchalant attitude made her wonder if she was being too suspicious, judging a gentleman by her own petty assumptions. After all, she wasn't even sure what had happened that drunken night.
After a moment's hesitation, Wen Ting couldn't resist the allure of the iPhone 12. She gave a shy, excited smile. "Then, thank you, brother-in-law!"
Seeing Wen Ting's flushed, thrilled face as she accepted the phone through the rearview mirror, Li Bin's lips curved into a slight smile.
[Wen Ting's Current Status: Wary, Scared, Flattered, Confused, Excited, Thrilled, Happy, Nervous, Expectant]
[Current Intimacy with Wen Ting: +10 (-60 Dislike)]
Seeing his intimacy with Wen Ting rise by 10 points, Li Bin felt a small thrill.
But even with the 10-point boost, her intimacy was still at -60 dislike! Reaching 100% intimacy was still a distant dream.
Li Bin sighed inwardly. When would he ever win over this sister-in-law? The more he looked at her, the more tempting she became.
Maybe it's true that the unattainable is always the most desirable. His craving for Wen Ting was growing stronger, even surpassing his desire for Wen Lan.
Wen Ting's high school was one of the top ones in Hangzhou. The campus was massive, with excellent facilities and lush greenery. This was Li Bin's first time visiting.
The vibrant campus, beautiful scenery, and throngs of youthful, radiant girls and handsome boys were everywhere.
Watching the fresh, lovely high school girls pass by, Li Bin practically drooled.
"High school. It really brings back memories!" Li Bin gazed at the school buildings, the passing students, and the wide sports field, reminiscing about his own high school days.
The high school he'd attended was just an average one, with facilities and landscaping nowhere near as impressive as Wen Ting's school.
But high school was high school, and here, he could faintly recall the feeling of those days. The scent of fresh grass and scholarly air made him deeply nostalgic.
Li Bin's high school life had been ordinary. He'd had one girlfriend, but it ended with her cheating and dumping him. Even so, he cherished those high school memories.
Sometimes, he even dreamed of returning to those days—back to the classroom, the sunny afternoons, the breezy evening study sessions, the messy boys' dorm.
Back to the starting point
Your youthful face in my memory
We've finally reached this day
The old photo under the desk mat
Countless memories connected
Today, the boy goes to the girl's final date
Back to the starting point
Standing dazed before the mirror
Just then, the school's loudspeaker started playing Those Years.
Lost in his memories, Li Bin felt a wave of nostalgia.
"Sigh, I miss it! If I could go back to high school, feel that carefree youth again," Li Bin suddenly longed for his high school first love. He wondered how she was doing now.
No matter what, her first time had been with him.
Even though she later fell for someone else and left him, Li Bin still missed her. He wanted to see what she looked like now, maybe even rekindle that innocent first love.
A classmate still in touch with her said she'd married the guy who stole her from him.