Chapter 13 Spend Time Together 13

In fact, he did have some feelings for Tang Ximian. Tang Ximian was gentle to outsiders, and when he smiled, he looked like a harmless little animal, making people want to get close to him.

But that kind of liking was far from being love. In comparison, Mu Jiu's flamboyant and straightforward personality made him even more attracted.

Thinking of this, Qin Yulin shook his head, put those messy thoughts behind him, turned and walked towards the room.

On the other side, Si Yankai and Tang Ximian were walking side by side on their way to see the snow.

Tang Ximian glanced at Si Yankai secretly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Did you just... do it on purpose?"

"What are you doing on purpose?" Si Yankai raised his eyebrows.

"That is... holding my hand in front of Qin Yulin." Tang Ximian said in a low voice.

Si Yankai stopped and turned to face him, his eyes serious, "I did it on purpose."

"Why?" Tang Ximian was a little puzzled.

"Because I don't want anyone to get close to you." Si Yankai reached out and pinched his face. "You are mine, and only mine."

Tang Ximian's face flushed instantly, but a warm feeling surged in his heart. He lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, "You are really... domineering."

"I'm only domineering towards you." Si Yankai smiled and ruffled his hair. "Let's go and take a closer look at the confession scene I prepared for you. The wind was too strong last night, and I was afraid you'd get cold. Now is just the right time to go."

Tang Ximian nodded and let him hold her hand, her heart filled with sweetness.

He knew that from now on, Si Yankai had another identity in his world, and their relationship became closer.

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The National Day holiday passed quickly, and the four returned to Tongcheng the day before the end of the holiday and split into two groups.

Tang Ximian and Si Yankai prepared to go to the temple on the edge of the city to pray.

Mu Jiuze and Mo Ziyan returned to their school first.

Tang Ximian stood at the foot of the temple's stone steps, gazing up at the winding bluestone path. The winter sun filtered through the bare branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground. He tightened his scarf, and the white breath he exhaled condensed into frost in the air.

"What are you daydreaming about?" a familiar voice came from behind him, and then a warm hand covered the back of his neck. Tang Ximian shrank his neck, turned back and glared at Si Yankai: "You put your hands on my neck when they are so cold."

Si Yankai chuckled, raised his hand and put Tang Ximian's hand into his coat pocket, "My fault, I'll warm you up."

While Si Yankai was not paying attention, Tang Ximian quickly pulled out her hand and reached into Si Yankai's coat to touch him.

"No need, I will retaliate myself!"

The person whose plot succeeded ran up the stone steps, turned back and smiled provocatively, turned around and ran away again.

Si Yankai smiled and followed after him.

The two of them ran and laughed along the way, scaring away the sparrows on the branches.

By the time they reached the temple gate, both were breathless. Tang Ximian's nose was red from the cold, and Si Yankai reached out to warm it for him: "Go in."

The temple is filled with incense, and the scent of sandalwood makes people feel peaceful.

Tang Ximian knelt on the futon, his hands clasped together. He closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart: I hope Grandma will recover soon, I hope Si Yankai will always be safe and happy, I hope we can continue like this...

He opened his eyes and found Si Yankai looking at him intently. His eyes, always calm and composed, were now filled with tenderness.

"What wish did you make?" Si Yankai asked.

"It won't work if I say it out loud." Tang Ximian stood up and brushed the dust off his knees.