The suit jacket fell onto Song Xingyao's shoulders, but her slender shoulders couldn't quite support it, making her look like she was completely hidden inside.

Song Xingyao looked up and saw Fu Siming's somewhat unnatural face. He had heard what she said earlier, but he didn't want to admit that he bought the flowers as an apology.

Seeing the man's reaction, Song Xingyao guessed what was going on but didn't say anything.

"Let's go, it's a bit cold, I want to go back."

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Fu Siming, pulling him back into the room.

When Jiang Man saw the two of them return like this, she knew that they had reconciled and planned to use the same trick again.

But this time, Song Xingyao took a shirt from Fu Siming's closet beforehand, and she really didn't want to wear that embarrassing outfit again.

Fu Siming's shirt floated lightly on Song Xingyao's body, its length just covering her buttocks, revealing her two slender and long legs, exuding allure.

Dressed like this, Song Xingyao still recklessly flaunts herself in front of men, completely unaware that she is already a dish on the dinner table, "inevitably doomed."

*

Seeing the two of them like this at the dinner table, Jiang Man couldn't hide her joy, feeling that she would soon be able to hold her granddaughter.

This time, they weren't forced to stay. Instead, Fu Siming was instructed: "You brat, if I hear you bullying Xiao Song again, next time I'll make your Muay Thai coach my sparring partner!"

"Oh, you've even started learning Muay Thai? What? Has my dad stopped listening to you lately?" Fu Siming's infuriating words drifted over casually.

"Get lost! That's an investment. I'd be happy if you were as worry-free as your dad!"

"Okay, I'm leaving now, I won't linger in front of you." He turned around and urged Song Xingyao.

Since returning from the old house, Song Xingyao has been thinking about finishing her translation work as soon as possible, so that she won't be caught off guard when Teacher Wu's important business starts and she won't have time for either.

Song Xingyao was so focused that she didn't even notice when Fu Siming returned. The deliverables that were originally expected to take two months were completed by Song Xingyao in just three weeks.

After verifying the last word and sending it, Song Xingyao stood up from the hanging chair in the garden.

While strolling through the garden, I picked up some cookies baked by Aunt Qi. A pigeon, belonging to someone, flew over and landed by the flower bed.

When Fu Siming returned, he saw the woman talking to the pigeons in front of the flower bed... The scene was rather...

Song Xingyao: "Are you hungry? You don't seem afraid of people at all. Do you want some cookies?"

As he spoke, he casually broke off a small piece and placed it on the flower bed.

As Fu Siming listened to her words, it seemed as if his profile overlapped with that of the little girl in the cabin.

He walked straight ahead and hugged Song Xingyao from behind. The pigeons on the flower bed were startled by this action and flew away.

"You...you're back?" Song Xingyao was startled by the man who suddenly appeared behind her, but the familiar scent quickly calmed her down.

"Would you like to go to the trial camp at Yuanzhao's newly recruited school tomorrow?"

"Are you free?"

"Um."

"Yes, I want to!"

Song Xingyao was really looking forward to it. She didn't have time to participate in such activities during college because she was busy working every day to earn money. Even if there were such group activities, she had to consider the budget and couldn't enjoy them.

She didn't even have time to date, let alone take leisurely strolls like an ordinary student.

All night long, she was immersed in tomorrow's itinerary, like a primary school student going on a spring outing, or like a pigeon pacing back and forth in the flower bed in the afternoon.

When Fu Siming returned from the study, he saw her twirling her hair with her fingers, calculating what to bring and what not to bring, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He reached out and closed the box in front of him, securing the woman to his lap.

"So happy?"

"Yes, I've never been before. This time, I can not only go, but I'll go with you."

As soon as Song Xingyao spoke, the corners of her eyes turned up slightly, a glint of light appearing in them. Then, she stared intently at the man in front of her before realizing what she had said.

Her face flushed red, she struggled to get off his lap and escape the awkward situation.

Fu Siming was drawn to her alluring gaze, pressed his hand against her neck and kissed her. The woman struggled, her soft body almost sliding down his lap, before Fu Siming finally released her.

"Alright, bring less. That's a well-established camp over there; you can buy everything you need there. Don't waste this precious time..."

Song Xingyao's face immediately turned as red as a boiled shrimp, her face turning bright red all the way to her ears. She was about to run away when he pulled her back.

"So easily teased?" Junyi's face was full of teasing.

*

The result of their one-night stand was that their original plan to travel together turned into a solo trip for Fu Siming and Song Xingyao.

When the two arrived at the camp, Yuan Zhao reserved a perfect spot for them, a corner all to themselves where no one could disturb them, which suited Fu Siming's dislike of crowds.

Today's trial camp experience not only included wealthy young men like them, but also some trial camp experience officers who had signed up.

Yuan Zhao said: If it's just a group of rich young masters, they'll be too busy serving them to even think about it, and the experience won't be worth it.

So we found some "guests" who signed up through legitimate channels to experience it.

When Yuan Zhao came up to find Fu Siming, Song Xingyao had already prepared the dishes. The dishes were prepared according to the number of people in the camp, but Yuan Zhao thought that Fu Siming would not put in the effort to cook them, so he wanted to invite him to eat together nearby.

"I never expected my sister-in-law to be so virtuous. I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to have this delicious food today?"

Fu Siming ignored him, grabbed a wine bottle from beside him, and threw it at him: "Get lost!"

"Alright, I won't disturb your time together anymore. There are fireworks tonight, and this is the best viewpoint, so don't waste it." Yuan Zhao whistled casually as he left.

At night, the two only strolled around the camp for a while before Fu Siming became too tired to move. Although Song Xingyao was still very curious, she couldn't walk around anymore after seeing Fu Siming's expression.

The two sat in front of the tent. Song Xingyao was still looking around curiously when Fu Siming forcibly pulled her into his arms.

He smelled a faint scent of orange blossom on Song Xingyao; the crisp fragrance was like mountain spring water hitting the skin, with a magical power to awaken one.

Even so, he was willing to indulge in it. His fingers suddenly entwined around Song Xingyao's hair, her slender waist pressed against Fu Siming's body, and a hot and ambiguous atmosphere rose up.

Delicate kisses landed on Song Xingyao's neck and collarbone, then slowly moved downwards...

Song Xingyao's mind went blank from the sudden kiss. She obediently closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering gently, causing her skin to tremble. She gently pushed away with her hands, as if in resistance, but this only brought them closer together.

Bang! It's a firework!

Fireworks snapped them out of their ambiguous mood, but his burning gaze revealed an even deeper, more entangled desire.

Song Xingyao looked into his eyes, her gaze burning with undisguised fervor, and clung tightly to his neck. The dazzling fireworks were forgotten; only the intense heat and loss of control swirled between them.