The two sat shoulder to shoulder, one silhouette tall, another delicate, basking in the soft light, giving off an inexplicable sense of warmth. The boy lifted his hand to run it through the girl’s long hair, the half of his face visible was as handsome as if he’d stepped out of a comic, his demeanor affectionate and indulgent. The cashier sneakily took a picture of this scene with her phone and posted it on her Weibo. [A natural pair, a match made by heaven, this is just so pleasing to the eye. I pray to the heavens to bless me with a boyfriend .] This photo captured such a vibe: the youth and brightness of the boy and girl, the silent burgeoning of attraction, the deep indulgence in the boy’s handsome features, and the girl’s sweet dependence as if painted in a picture, it made one feel infinitely wonderful just by seeing it. This photo would be dug up by netizens one day in the future, serving as compelling supplementary evidence of the national heartthrob’s romance... "I’ll take you home after we finish eating," Yan Song said, looking at Yun Ya’s profile, his voice calm. Yun Ya picked up a fish ball with her chopsticks and held it to his lips, "It tastes good, Brother Yan, want a taste?" Yan Song smiled as he glanced at her, and opened his mouth. Yun Ya’s eyes narrowed into slits, "Isn’t it delicious?" "Hmm, because it was Yun Ya who fed it to me, it’s very delicious." Brother Yan, even when speaking sweet nothings, was —utterly shameless. Yun Ya’s cheeks tinged with red, and she took a sip of her milk tea to hide it, only to find the tea too hot. It scalded her tongue, making her stick it out desperately to cool it. Yan Song sighed and patted her back, "Take it easy, no one’s fighting you for it." Yun Ya pointed to the tip of her tongue, now red, and said in a hurt and muffled voice, "It hurts." Seeing that her tongue was blistering, Yan Song’s heart ached, "I’ll go buy some medicine." Yun Ya grabbed his hand hastily, "No need, Brother Yan... just blow on it... and it won’t hurt anymore." Realizing what she said, Yun Ya felt a bit shameless herself, her words hanging in the air, she wanted to bite off her tongue, hanging her head and not daring to look at Yan Song’s face. In the next moment, a warm hand lifted her chin, and Yun Ya saw into the boy’s deep gleaming eyes, like bottomless abyss, drawing her in. The slightly rough fingertips gently caressed her smooth skin on her chin, "Who’s going to blow on it?" The trailing voice was tantalizing, making Yun Ya’s heart skip a beat. This update is available on novel-fire.net Yun Ya wished she could find a hole to crawl into. Yan Song watched her discomfort with amusement, smiled, and whispered, "Stick out your tongue." Without thinking, Yun Ya stuck out her tongue. Yan Song moved closer to her, gently blowing on her tongue. The cool breeze brought relief from the burn. The two were very close; his eyes were fixed on Yun Ya’s, dark and profound, it was almost too much for her to bear. Yun Ya suddenly pushed him away, diverting her gaze, "It’s fine now, it doesn’t hurt anymore." Yan Song’s low and pleasant voice flowed gently by her ear; Yun Ya’s face felt incredibly hot. She patted her cheeks with a cool hand, forcing herself to regain composure. Leaving the convenience store, Yan Song took her hand and walked her to the curb, hailing a taxi to take Yun Ya home. When the car was still a distance from the Yun Family’s place, Yun Ya asked the driver to stop. "It’s not much further, I can walk from here. Brother Yan, you can go back," she said. Yan Song asked the driver to wait, got out of the car, and naturally reached for Yun Ya’s hand, "I’ll walk you back." About five hundred meters remained; the night was silent on Panshan Road, dimly lit by streetlights that illuminated only the immediate area. From the grass on either side of the road, the occasional sounds of insects added a hint of vitality to the chill of the deep night. They walked slowly, neither speaking, but Yun Ya felt moved and fulfilled with every steady step he took. Before them lay the iconic gates to Ji Family Manor. Yun Ya stopped, lifting her eyes to his, "Brother Yan, I’m here." Yan Song lowered his gaze, staring intently at her face, "If one day I left, would you miss me?" A sense of panic stirred in Yun Ya’s heart, and she instinctively reached for his hand, "Brother Yan, where are you going?" Yan Song sighed inwardly, raised his hand, and gently ruffled her fuzzy hair, "Silly girl...."