Cutest Kitty

Su Nanzhi was born with a heart condition and was once told she wouldn't live past 18.
But she survived, and with her extraordinary eyes, her heart was trained to remain untroubled. The first time she saw Jiang Beiyu, she heard a song beating "thump thump" in her chest.
He was so handsome.
Su Nanzhi fit the image of a delicate beauty all too well, and she happened to have been nurtured in a rural village for over a decade. Her uncles, brothers, and sisters in the family looked at her as though she were a performing monkey.
That is, until this performing monkey shed all her covert coats...
Theater 1:
Owing to Su Nanzhi's heart condition, her classmates were always afraid to say anything too stimulating, even speaking to her in soft, gentle tones. Later, at dawn, a few classmates who loved horror films bumped into Su Nanzhi at a midnight showing in a movie theater.
Classmate: “…”
Is the tolerance for heart disease this high now?
Su Nanzhi: Will you listen to my explanation?
You might not believe it, but the ghosts in the movies aren't as scary as the ones she saw when she first started out.
Theater 2:
The handsome and distinguished young man read Su Nanzhi's old journals and found out how she had drooled over her own face for more than just a day or two.
He frowned as if he had encountered a problem trickier than Goldbach's Conjecture and finally couldn't help but ask her:
“Are you sure you're just into my face?”
“My body is pretty good too, do you want to check it out?”

The Fragile Beauty Can See the Ghost

Su Nanzhi, upon hearing these words, instinctively stepped back.


Jiang Beiyu was annoyed by her movement, "What's the matter? I give you medicine, and you still despise it?"


Su Nanzhi looked up at the face that was quite similar to Jiang Yu's and hesitated, "It's not that I despise it... it's just that you are a teacher, and my boss, how can I let you apply medicine on me?"


Jiang Beiyu responded, "You realize now that I'm your boss, but when you called me earlier to act as a tool, why didn't you think of that?"


Jiang Beiyu didn't care what she was thinking. He held a tube of green ointment, squeezed some onto his fingertip, "Don't move around, if it hurts your wound later, or if I apply it into your mouth, it won't be my responsibility."


A flick of complexity that was hardly noticeable flashed across Su Nanzhi's eyes, but she eventually did not dodge.


It was just applying medicine, after all.


Chapter 575: The Insured Hand