Zhou Jiuzhen just shook his head and blinked his clear, big eyes at her.

Ling Huanwu was not about to forgive him so easily. She slapped his hand away and turned away.

Zhou Jiuzhen paused, his voice lowered, with a hint of coquettishness he himself didn't realize, "Please don't be angry with me anymore, okay? When you frown, my heart feels like it's on fire, I panic so much."

Ling Huanwu finally couldn't hold back any longer, and her smile was about to crumble when she heard him add in a muffled voice, "How about... you hit me a couple of times? Just be gentle, don't hit my face, I still have to go out with you to meet people tomorrow..."

These words made her burst out laughing. As soon as she turned around, she was met with a pair of bright, sparkling eyes.

Zhou Jiuzhen's face still carried a hint of youthful innocence, but at this moment it was filled with nervousness. When he saw her smile, his eyes instantly lit up like falling stars, but his hands still stubbornly wrapped around her waist, refusing to let go.

"Aren't you angry anymore?" he asked softly, his eyelashes fluttering.

Just as Ling Huanwu was about to nod, he suddenly pulled her closer. His kiss was a little awkwardly urgent, with a hint of sweet potato sweetness, gently landing on her lips, as if afraid of disturbing something, yet carrying an intimacy that brooked no refusal.

“Huanwu,” he pressed his forehead against hers, his breath hot with sincerity, “I’ll save everything for you from now on. If you want any stars in the sky, I’ll pluck them for you.”

Ling Huanwu's heart had already softened like spring water. She raised her hand, hooked her arm around his neck, and leaned in close.

The moonlight crept in through the window, falling on the two figures embracing each other, and even the air was filled with a sweet scent.

The two were so engrossed in their kiss inside that they didn't realize that after Su Haiting rushed out, chaos had already broken out outside.