Chapter 15 Specific Discussions

The wrap party was held on a riverside terrace.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became lively.

Ling Wei had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to eat something when You Xingye walked over with a wine glass in his hand, looking serious.

“Little sister,” he said softly, his question perfectly timed, “I’m looking for inspiration for my next song, and I’d like to incorporate some sign language elements to express a silent romance. Could you… teach me a few gestures? For example…”

He gazed at the night sky across the river, "For example, 'fireworks,' 'beautiful,' 'want to watch together,' 'shall we watch?'"

Ling Wei, unsuspecting, put down her chopsticks and nodded.

She stood up and, in a relatively quiet corner of the terrace, patiently and clearly demonstrated the four hand gestures to him.

Use your hands to mimic the rising and spreading of fireworks (fireworks), touch your cheek with one hand to express beauty (very beautiful), bring your palms together (together), then point to your eyes and look into the distance (look?).

You Xingye studied with great focus, but his gaze seemed glued to her, carrying a burning intensity that Ling Wei couldn't decipher at that moment.

Just as he awkwardly finished imitating the last "look?" gesture—

"Whoosh—Bang! Whoosh whoosh—Bang bang bang!"

Across the river, countless dazzling fireworks soared into the sky, instantly illuminating the night sky and the two young faces on the terrace.

The crowd erupted in cheers of surprise and rushed toward the railing.

Ling Wei also looked surprised. She turned her head to look at You Xingye and smiled without realizing it, as if to say, "What a coincidence."

Amidst this unexpected spectacle of light and shadow, You Xingye did not go to watch the fireworks.

His gaze was fixed on Ling Wei.

Then, against the backdrop of dazzling colors, and under Ling Wei's questioning gaze, he slowly raised his hands.

He stopped imitating and instead, with unparalleled clarity and solemnity, typed out in sign language—

"I like you."

Ling Wei's eyes were filled with shock and confusion, frozen in place by this silent confession.

Fireworks exploded behind her, their dazzling light and shadow flickering in her eyes.

Yu Xingye lowered his hand, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a low voice, yet clearly pierced through the roar of fireworks and the surrounding noise, with a slight tremor:

"I'm sorry. Saying I considered you a younger sister before... I didn't understand my own heart. Now, I'm absolutely certain," he gazed into her shocked eyes, each word clear and distinct:

"Ling Wei, I like you."

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

The world seemed to fall silent at that moment, with only fireworks blooming silently in the night sky.

Ling Wei's pupils dilated slightly in shock, and her fingertips unconsciously twitched.

After a long pause, she hurriedly replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty:

[For you, it's like a fan's affection for their idol.]

These words instantly shattered the other person's feigned composure.

“There’s no conflict!” he immediately retorted, his voice rising slightly with urgency.

He leaned forward, his long, slender fingers lightly touching his meticulously groomed lips, a gesture that carried a seductive quality.

The lips, glossy and vibrant, shimmered with an alluring sheen thanks to the specially chosen lipstick.

“Look,” You Xingye’s magnetic voice lowered, his gaze fixed on Ling Wei, “Do you still want to… kiss me?”

He noticed that her small head seemed to be moving to the left and right in a gesture of denial.

He quickly cupped the girl's cheeks, his warm palms pressed against her skin, holding her firmly in place, forcing her to stare straight at him.

Their eyes met.

“We’ve kissed so many times before,” he lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against her nose, his tone both coaxing and undeniably certain.

"Tie, wrist, and... here."

His gaze swept meaningfully across her lips before returning to her eyes. "You definitely think so too. You can't fool me."

Ling Wei: ......

You Xingye seemed oblivious to the speechlessness and confusion in Ling Wei's eyes, continuing to earnestly "analyze" the advantages, as if he were making a sure-fire profit.

"If you like my songs, I can sing them for you every day, just for you alone."

“You still like…kissing me,” he emphasized the words, the blush spreading from his ears to his neck, but his tone remained “frank,” “Then I can let you kiss me every day, however you like, wherever you want.”

Finally, he concluded his speech with an outrageously clear logic:

"Look, you treat me like an idol, and I treat you like a girlfriend. We each have our own interests, isn't that great?"

Ling Wei: ......

system:......

You little brat... it has to be you!!!

The girl was completely dumbfounded by this set of "rogue logic".

Seeing Ling Wei looking dazed and confused, her eyes unfocused, You Xingye chuckled softly, a pleasant vibration emanating from his chest.

His fingers, which were cupping her cheeks, tightened slightly, and his impeccably handsome face drew closer again, almost touching the tip of her nose.

His deep, magnetic voice was utterly alluring, like the most seductive chant of a siren:

"Go out with me, little sister."

His warm breath brushed against her lips, carrying a silent invitation.

"It's worth it."

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The evening glow bathed the campus in a warm golden light.

Ling Wei stepped out of the school gate and let out a soft sigh, as if she had let go of the hustle and bustle of the whole day.

As my gaze swept across the familiar street scene, a sleek, understated luxury car was parked quietly not far away, like a lurking beast.

As she approached, the back door slid open silently.

Before she could react, a hand with distinct knuckles precisely gripped her wrist, and with a slight pull, she was dragged into the carriage by a powerful force.

She fell into a warm and firm embrace, and the familiar, cool scent instantly enveloped her.

"Mmm..." You Xingye pulled her closer, holding her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

He lowered his head and buried it deep in her hair, greedily inhaling her unique warm fragrance, much like a cat addict finally burying himself in his kitten.

A satisfied yet slightly languid sigh escaped her lips: "...I'm alive again."

Ling Wei blushed and gently pushed against his firm chest, indicating that she wanted to sit down next to him.

You Xingye didn't move an inch, but instead hugged her even tighter, nuzzling his chin against her soft hair and letting out a soft groan of dissatisfaction.

A large hand then grasped her slightly cool small hand and placed it on its lap, its fingertips idly entwining and playing with her fingers as if they were the most interesting toy in the world.

As they played, his gaze returned to her face, his thin lips approaching, warm to the touch, like stamping, gently pecking at her cheeks, forehead, and nose.

A soft, sweet voice whispered in her ear, "Did you miss me?"