After Jiang Cheng left, Jin Chanyun sat in the chair and continued working.
There was a knock on the door outside.
"Come in."
He put down the pen in his hand and spoke.
A strong man in black came in, holding an exquisite plate and knife and fork.
"grown ups."
Then he placed the plate on his desk and left consciously.
The exquisite cake was placed on a white porcelain plate like a work of art, covered with a layer of delicate and smooth cream and dotted with a few bright and juicy strawberries.
Jin Chanyun elegantly used a fork to gently cut through the tempting layer of cream and put it into his mouth.
In an instant, sweetness and milky aroma slowly bloomed on the tip of his tongue. He closed his eyes and savored the sweetness carefully. The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a satisfied and happy expression.
(In the park)
The afterglow of the setting sun flows into every corner of the park like melted honey, giving the wooden benches a warm golden edge.
He tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, his eyelashes were almost transparent in the light, and his Adam's apple slid gently with his breathing.
When the wind blew past, a few unruly strands of hair on his forehead swayed, and the collar of his school uniform was blown up slightly, revealing a small piece of white skin on his collarbone.
"Oh my god, is that a boy straight out of a comic book..." a muffled exclamation came from not far away. Three girls hid behind a ginkgo tree, their cell phone cameras secretly trained on the scene.
One girl, wearing a JK uniform, grabbed her companion's arm tightly and said, "Look at his fingers! The curve of his fingers gripping the edge of the bench is like a work of art!"
"Girls, I can't stand it!" The girl with the bun clutched her chest and screamed softly, "Look, his Adam's apple is moving! Help! This jawline is clearer than my life plan!"
"Come on, Xiaoyu!" The short-haired girl nudged her bespectacled companion in the middle. "Didn't you say you had to find your partner today? If you miss a handsome guy like this, you'll have to wait ten years!"
The girl with glasses nervously adjusted her glasses, her fingers trembling. "But, but a handsome guy like this must have a girlfriend, right?"
"What are you afraid of!" The girl with the bun took out a small mirror from her bag and handed it to her. "Hurry up and put on your lipstick. Look how lonely he is sitting there alone. Maybe he's just waiting for you to strike up a conversation!"
"Ahhh, she's gone! She's gone!" The girls behind the tree hugged each other excitedly. The short-haired girl frantically clapped her companions' shoulders: "Record the video! Record the video! This is a historic moment!"
The girl with glasses held her phone, her heart almost beating out of her chest. Just when she was three steps away from the bench, a slender figure suddenly cut into the picture.
"Youye!" The moment Mu Xinrong opened his eyes, the setting sun fell right into his smiling pupils, like amber filled with gold. Chao Youye stood against the light, holding two cups of milk tea in his left hand. Condensation on the cup walls slid down his wrist bones.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Chao Youye's voice was a little softer than usual. As he reached out to ruffle Mu Xinrong's hair, his thumb seemed to accidentally brush against the tip of his ear, which was burning.
This action made the girl who was about to approach and chat with him stop in her tracks, and the phone in her hand fell to the ground with a "click".
"What the hell!!"
She stared with wide eyes at Chao Youye affectionately ruffling Mu Xinrong's hair, and her thumb rubbed the other's earlobe ambiguously. She felt like she was struck by lightning.
A suppressed scream erupted from behind the bushes. "Double kill! It's a double kill!" The girl with the bun-haired head grabbed her companion's shoulders and shook them madly. "I knew it! Handsome guys are all digested internally!"
"See? He hooked his earlobe with his ring finger while ruffling my hair!" The short-haired girl's voice changed with excitement. "That's definitely a claim! That strawberry perfume girl is completely defeated!"
As Chao Youye sat down, the wind suddenly picked up. Mu Xinrong's school uniform jacket was blown up like a sail. Chao Youye reached out to hold his collar, her fingertips lingering on the buttons longer than necessary.
When his arm was placed on Mu Xinrong's shoulder, his index finger hidden under his sleeve was gently stroking the small light brown mole on the side of the other's neck.
"Itchy..." Mu Xinrong shrank his neck, and when he turned his head, the tip of his nose almost brushed against Chao Youye's chin.
As their breaths intertwined, Chao Youye saw clearly her own reflection in his pupils—pupils that were larger than usual, slightly reddened corners of his eyes, and an almost greedy gaze that she herself hadn't even noticed.
"It's so beautiful," Mu Xinrong murmured as he gazed at the skyline. Chao Youye noticed that his Adam's apple trembled slightly as he spoke, and the knuckles of his fingers, stretched toward the setting sun, were pink, like some fragile artifact.
He suddenly grabbed the hand and pressed it against his heart, feeling the rapid vibrations coming from the other's palm - it turned out that he was not the only one with an accelerated heartbeat.
"Ahhh, I can't take it anymore!" The girl with glasses stumbled back into the bushes, her face flushed. "Did you see that buttoning action? What kind of idol drama plot is this!"
"The key point is the height difference between them!" the girl with the bun said, holding her face in her hands, intoxicated. "The angle at which the sitting one looks up at people and the standing one looks down at people is just enough for a..."
The three of them suddenly gasped at the same time - when Chao Youye put his arm on Mu Xinrong's shoulder, the index finger hidden under his sleeve was gently stroking the small light brown mole on the side of the other's neck.
"They're talking, right? They're definitely talking, right?" the short-haired girl muttered, clutching her hair. "This kind of natural body language can't be achieved without an intimate relationship of more than three years..."
"Look! They're holding hands!" the girl with glasses suddenly screamed in a low voice. Chao Youye grabbed Mu Xinrong's hand and pressed it against her chest. As their fingers intertwined, a series of gasps could be heard from behind the bushes.
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