"Who in my family understands!" the short-haired girl frantically pressed the shutter button on her phone. "Fingers interlocked and pressed on the heart! Is this the set of a fucking idol drama?!"
When Chao Youye suddenly leaned over to whisper in Mu Xinrong's ear, the three girls covered their mouths simultaneously. The girl with glasses pointed forward tremblingly: "Lip, lip touching ear..."
"I'm dying..." the girl with the bun-haired hair collapsed on top of her companion. "Does this level of interaction really exist? Do they know that a single action like this can cause my heart to race?"
When the sun sank to its lowest point, Chao Youye touched Mu Xinrong's face with her milk tea cup. This action made the girls behind the tree excited again.
"It was an indirect kiss, right? It was definitely an indirect kiss, right?" The short-haired girl stamped her foot excitedly. "The two cups of milk tea were a cover! They must have been drinking from the same cup!"
"Fifty cents," the girl with glasses said, wiping a nonexistent nosebleed. "That tall guy is definitely jealous. Look how tight he's hugging her, like he's afraid she'll be snatched away."
Chao Youye suddenly leaned close to Mu Xinrong's ear and said, "The strawberry smell is too pungent." The warm breath burned Mu Xinrong's earlobes so much that they became bloodshot.
Only then did he notice the figure fleeing in the distance, and the phone gleaming in the bushes. A belated blush spread from his neck to his cheeks. He tried to pull his hand away, but the grip tightened.
"Especially when I watch it with you." Chao Youye's voice was like the lowest string of a cello, making Mu Xinrong's back numb.
The setting sun suddenly became scorching hot at this moment, and sweat broke out on their clasped palms, but neither of them let go.
Two long, slanted shadows merged on the lawn, and it was impossible to tell whose clothes were entangled with whose trouser legs.
When the last ray of golden light sank into the horizon, Chao Youye suddenly touched Mu Xinrong's face with her milk tea cup.
The cold touch made him shudder. He looked up and saw the other person's eyes dancing with a look of triumph: "Taro Balls, double the sugar."
——This is the sweetness level he only dares to order when he is acting like a spoiled brat.
The evening breeze swept through the treetops, scattering a few ginkgo leaves. One of them, a golden leaf, swirled and landed between their clasped fingers, like a gentle kiss from fate.
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