My Heart Beats - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The dynamic between “the Jerk” and “the Crazy Person” was starting to solidify. Xueman had some free time while waiting for the post-production of her album, and she had figured out the Jerk’s schedule at the coffee shop. So, she would drink coffee there, and then wait for her to close up so they could walk home together. The Jerk rarely spoke while working, but after she finished making a cup of coffee, she would glance at Xueman sitting by the bar. Sometimes the Crazy Person was engrossed in a book, but more often, she would meet her gaze. Each time, she could see the Jerk’s dazzling brilliance reflected in the Crazy Person’s eyes.

“What is your actual job, anyway?” Xueman suddenly asked Yinchi on the way home. It was then that she realized she had never asked her. She could sing, make coffee, and seemed to play the piano well. How many facets of her were still hidden?

“I just co-own a small studio with a friend. We take on some arranging and lyric writing work.” No wonder this Jerk was so self-conceited; she really was talented. “I never thought you could do songs other than ‘Heart is Pounding’. ” “Ha? I know much more. If I weren’t so low-key, I’d be the one producing your album today.” Yinchi put on that glowing expression again. Xueman rolled her eyes at her. “Then I must be the one who doesn’t know what it means to be high-profile.” “Definitely. I can tell you’re the kind of student who sleeps in class.” “And you’re definitely the kind of jerky senior who makes her underclassmen take notes for her.”

The two bantered all the way home, only stopping once they got into the elevator. Xueman looked at Yinchi, a strong, sweet smile bubbling up from her heart. Time always flew when she was with her, and Yinchi seemed to never refuse her requests, except for that time on her birthday. Thinking of that day made Xueman mad. “Jerk, you still owe me a birthday present. When are you finally going to give it to me?”

Yinchi looked at her, momentarily speechless. What should she get? The elevator quickly arrived on the 10th floor, and they stood in front of their respective doors. Yinchi knew she couldn’t come up with anything, so she decided to just ask: “What do you want?” Xueman immediately glared at her. God gave her such a handsome face, and yet she doesn’t even know how to coax a girl. “Then don’t bother sending anything!” Seeing Xueman angrily take out her key to open the door, Yinchi was also stunned. Calling her crazy was right; her temper was so inexplicable. It wasn’t like she wasn’t going to give a gift; was it so wrong to ask?

Yinchi lay on the sofa, thinking about what kind of gift would be appropriate. Take her out to eat? Too ordinary. Flowers? Impractical. Makeup? She was so beautiful she didn’t need it. Who invented the whole birthday gift thing anyway? So annoying! She got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. When she came out, her eyes fell on the record shelf. She remembered Xueman touching them once and being scolded by her. Yinchi’s lips unconsciously curved into a smile. She really disliked this crazy person back then, and how long ago was that? Now, she loved her craziness.

She rang Xueman’s doorbell, and after a short while, the door opened. “What do you want?” Xueman was still mad. “Let’s go inside.” Xueman gave her a look and walked to the sofa to sit down. “Hurry up and tell me! I need to sleep.” Yinchi sighed with a smile. The Crazy Person’s temper was quite something. “Your gift.” Saying this, she handed her the ‘Yesterday Once More’ album.

As soon as Xueman saw the album of her favorite band, she happily took it and hugged it to her chest. “I saw how you looked at it last time, so I knew you liked it.” Seeing Xueman’s reaction, Yinchi was relieved. Although happy to receive the gift, Xueman still wanted to tease her. “You’re so lazy, just taking something from your own house to give.” “Then you don’t want it?” Yinchi made a motion to snatch the record back, and Xueman immediately hid it behind her. “A gift given is like water poured out, hasn’t anyone told you that? It’s mine now.” She walked over to the high-end stereo system and put the record in.

The two of them listened to the classic English song together on the sofa. Xueman closed her eyes and rested her head on Yinchi’s shoulder. Yinchi, who was seriously listening to the music, felt the weight on her shoulder, turned to look at her, and her gaze fell on her pink lips again. Her heart started to beat faster.

The song finished, and Xueman showed no signs of getting up. Yinchi leaned in closer and heard her steady breathing. “Crazy person, go to your room to sleep.” “Hmm?” Xueman moved slightly, burying her head in Yinchi’s neck, like a docile, sweet little cat. Yinchi took a deep breath, her carotid artery being touched by a soft pair of lips.

Gently lifting Xueman, she carried her to the bed and tucked her in. Even in her sleep, her red lips were slightly parted. Yinchi pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Sweet dreams, crazy person.