"I realized it when I was in my third year of high school. I felt different about you then. I was really sure I liked you during the winter vacation."

He wasn't sure because she was still young at that time. If he was sure, knowing himself, he would have no idea how he could have resisted kidnapping her.

So, he deliberately ignored those inexplicable emotions.

"When did Xingxing fall in love with me?" he asked back.

"I'll tell you after dinner."

"All right."

In the afternoon, with the sunset glowing all around them, Jing Chenyun held her hand and walked towards the school gate. On the tree-lined path, she played with her shadow on the ground, having a lot of fun.

Mo Ranxing pulled his hand slightly harder, "Brother, let's take a photo together? I haven't taken a photo with you for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Jing Chenyun took out his cell phone.

When she pressed the record button, she smiled brilliantly. He tilted his head to look at her, his eyes were gentle and his smile was tender.

Mo Ranxing looked at the photo on the phone and tilted his head, "Why don't you look at the camera?"

"Just looking at you will create a better atmosphere." Jing Chenyun said with a smile.

She stared at him for a while and said, "Take another picture."

"Yeah." He leaned over and raised his phone.

When she was about to take the photo, she suddenly called him, "Brother."

"Um?"

She tilted her head and pressed her lips against his.

The camera shook, Jing Chenyun's eyes darkened, his pupils shrank slightly, he held her waist and kissed her back, passionately but gently.

The wind blew through the treetops, he kissed her, against the light and shadow, the June summer day could not compare to the heat in his heart.

After kissing her until she was breathless and her eyes were red, Jing Chenyun pulled away, embraced her who was exhausted, and pressed his fingertips on the corners of her lips, "Xingxing hasn't said when she fell in love with me."

Mo Ranxing calmed down her breathing and looked up at him, "Well, I don't know, maybe a long time ago, maybe not long ago."

I should have known not to flirt with him. I almost fainted from his kiss.

All the emotional moments in high school were related to him.

After kissing the corner of her lips again, Jing Chenyun took her out of the school gate.

Jing Chenyun drove back home, and Mo Ranxing sat in the passenger seat playing with his cell phone. Soon the phone rang.

"Hello? Teacher."

"Xingxing, the results of the competition have been announced online. Congratulations on your first place. The prize money should be deposited into your account soon."

"Thank you, teacher. You taught me well. Of course, I am also very good."

The teacher opposite, Shang Yunying, smiled and said, "That's good. A young girl full of youth should be confident and proud, and she has the strength to be proud of it."

"Your Senior Sister Xia Xun has not been feeling well these past few days. She will have a performance the day after tomorrow. You can take her place."

"But I just learned this dance from my senior sisters a few days ago."

"You can do it. Didn't you just praise yourself? Don't be so modest now. Come over and practice dancing tomorrow."

“Okay, teacher.”

After hanging up the phone, she looked at Jing Chenyun, "Brother, do you want to watch me dance the day after tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." While waiting for the traffic light, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips, "Grandpa said he missed you, will you go to see him tomorrow night?"

"OK."

…

On Monday, Jing Chenyun sat under the stage, watching her with her sleeves in disordered clothes, as graceful as a green orchid and as elegant as a flying dragon.

She was not the main dancer, but she attracted all his attention.

At this moment, there are so many words I want to describe her, but without exception, language is silent.

His heartbeat was erratic, and every beat was related to her.

She not only belongs to him, but also to her stage. She should be a shining star on the stage, and he is her home.

After the performance, Jing Chenyun waited for her quietly at the backstage entrance. When she came out, he took her hand and handed her the cup of water.

"You danced really well. Are you thirsty?"