06
Sephia came to find me again, truly persistent.
“Arla, Saturday is my birthday. I’d like to invite you to dinner. Will you come?”
Xavier leaned lazily against the doorframe, his gaze following her figure.
I refused: “No time”
I really didn’t have time.
I had Japanese tutoring on the weekend, with the exam coming up soon.
Xavier blocked me at the door, not letting me leave.
we used to be friends. Do you really have to be so cold?”
“Aria, we
I still didn’t want to engage with him.
“If you don’t come, fil assume you
you still have
have feelings for me and are jealous of Sophia,
Reverse psychology doesn’t work on me either. I don’t care what he thinks.
“Think what you want.”
my stance.
No matter what Xavier said, I wouldn’t soften my
His patience was also limited, and he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
“Fine, don’t regret it”
But I soon changed my mind.
Because I actually saw Sophia smoking.
To be honest, this didn’t surprise me.
Because people who smoke, no matter how careful they are, will always have a lingering smell of smoke.
I’m very sensitive to the smell of smoke, so I had vaguely guessed that Sophia smoked.
What surprised me was that the person smoking with her was the bald guy who had killed me in my previous life.
Why would Sophia know such a scumbag?
Wasn’t she supposed to be a good student?
-was my death in th
the previous life also related to her?
I tried to convince myself countless times that
the past life, it had nothing to do with me now, and I was about to go abroad.
Don’t get involved.
But I felt uneasy
Just like in my previous life, when the senior told me to be careful of Sophia, and less than a week later, I was killed.
In this life, I had already distanced myself from Xavier, would Sophia still harm ma?
I didn’t dare
eto gamble.
I was the last to arrive at Sophia’s birthday party, immediately looking for someone, but I couldn’t find that bald guy.
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Of course, she wouldn’t let Xavier know about her connection with such thugs.
Sophia’s birthday cake was almost taller than me. How could a poor student afford such an expensive cake?
I knew this was the cake Xavier had ordered for her.
Because I had once told Xavier: “On my 18th birthday, you must order me a birthday cake taller than mer
He shook his head and said, “No way”
“Why not?”
“Too childish, I don’t like it”
Without even letting me finish, he tossed his jacket at me and went off to play basketball.
Back then, I didn’t feel any bitterness at all. Hugging his jacket, I only felt happy.
Now, seeing Sophia’s touched expression, I also found it quite childish.
“Xavier, my birthday wish is you.”
A familiar wish.
Xavier pinched her cheek and said, “Then you’ve wasted a birthday wish.”
“Tm already yours, Sophia. Have I not made it clear enough for you to notice?”
This is Xavier.
Even when confessing, he has to maintain the upper hand.
Sophia stood on her tiptoes and kissed Xavier on the corner of his lips. As she tried to pull back, Xavier held her.
“You call
il that a kiss?”
Xavier pulled her arms behind her back, leaned down, and gave her a passionate French kiss.
The classmates started hooting and cheering, and Sophia’s face turned bright red. Xavier took off his jacket and covered her.
Someone teased, “Xavier, are you being stingy? Not letting us see?”
Xavier glanced at him: “You got a problem with that?”
His gaze also fell on me, challenging.
I raised my glass to him and said, “Congratulations to your girlfriend. Happy birthday.”
I turned to leave.
He smashed his glass and kicked over the cake, seeming to have another episode.
