"don't want--"
Yao Qing didn't know why she blurted out those two names.
As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the milk tea cup, and a strong sense of regret welled up in her heart. She almost grabbed Xie Yicheng by the collar and yelled at him.
Add it! Immediately, right now!
Upon hearing this, Xie Yicheng narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly chuckled.
He then leaned back in his chair, looking languid: "Don't want it?"
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Yao Qing noticed the rising intonation at the end of his sentence, which carried an inexplicable pressure, causing her already restless heart to beat even faster.
Xie Yicheng appeared nonchalant, but his gaze on Yao Qing was unexpectedly intense, as if he were waiting for her to give an explanation.
Upon hearing this, Yao Qing awkwardly withdrew her hand and placed it on her knee, her fingers intertwined. Although she was thinking that she might as well cover it up and take back what she had just said.
However, Yao Qing, who still cared a bit about her reputation, didn't want to lose face under the mockery in his eyes.
So, before the words were even out of his mouth, he abruptly changed the subject: "You're too challenging."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yao Qing couldn't help but want to slap herself and curse a few words in the process.
Why don't you go stand in the corner and think about what you've said?
In a flash, Yao Qing came to her senses and pressed her fingertips against the area between her thumb and forefinger.
While forcing herself not to look at Xie Yicheng's reaction, she increasingly felt that what she had just said seemed to have a hidden meaning.
At the same time, Xie Yicheng obviously noticed this as well.
His facial expression paused for a moment without Yao Qing noticing, but quickly returned to normal.
Then, as Xie Yicheng stood up, the chair brushed against the ground with a slight thud.
He walked around to Yao Qing's side.
Soon, a crisp, refreshing aura permeated the air around her with an extremely strong presence.
It was so aggressive that Yao Qing had no choice but to look up.
When she met Xie Yicheng's intrigued gaze, Yao Qing clenched her fists tighter and then swallowed hard.
And his clear black and white eyes darted around in their sockets.
As he opened his mouth, there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice: "I was just joking, you're not thinking of hitting me, are you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yao Qing felt the oppressive aura intensify as Xie Yicheng suddenly bent over.
Faced with his face, which became clearer as he suddenly drew closer, Yao Qing couldn't help but gasp, completely forgetting the things she had been telling herself to stay calm.
As the frequency of my chest rising and falling increased, my breathing became somewhat rapid.
Then, she watched as a small smile curved slightly on Xie Yicheng's thin lips.
He deliberately elongated his voice, as if on purpose, which was extremely unpleasant.
"You know you deserve a beating?"
"..."
In an instant, her racing heartbeat gradually slowed down, and Yao Qing's face flushed. She was about to retort.
However, Xie Yicheng had already stood up straight.
In an instant, the scent filling the nostrils was diluted considerably.
Then, before she could even breathe a sigh of relief...
Xie Yicheng had already taken her bag, then turned around and glanced at Yao Qing.
She raised an eyebrow and said, "Let's go for a walk."
Even after Xie Yicheng dropped Yao Qing off at her apartment building as dusk settled on the horizon, she was still reeling from the fact that the two of them had spent the entire day together.
She stood beside Xie Yicheng, and only after he noticed that she was looking at him did Yao Qing unconsciously lick her dry lips.
He then said, "Thank you for bringing me back."
After saying that, perhaps still a little unaccustomed to the atmosphere, Yao Qing said "Be careful on your way back" before preparing to go upstairs.
However, before she could even step onto the steps...
Behind him, Xie Yicheng's voice sounded ethereal in the snowy night with its light snowflakes: "Yao Qing, would you like to consider me?"
A gust of wind brushed past her ear, and Yao Qing's step froze in mid-air.
However, they quickly regained their footing.
In the instant I turned around, I saw his tall figure bathed in the warm light of the streetlights in the hazy night, as if coated with a layer of soft white.
Xie Yicheng smiled, his figure once again overlapping with the one in his memory.
At the same time, she seemed to hear her own voice from that summer.
This is no different from what Xie Yicheng said at this time.
Xie Yicheng, would you like to consider me?
It turns out that, in the torrent of time, even if the process is winding and circuitous, those destined to meet will truly reunite, no matter how much time has passed...
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