Guarding you in the fleeting years

  If she hadn't met Qin Zihan today, she wouldn't know how to answer this seemingly simple question, but life doesn't have ifs, hypothetical things don't exist after all.

  Her eyes were misty, she looked up at him with her head raised, and in his deep black eyes, there was a complete reflection of hers. She smiled slightly and said: "I'll return the money for your clothes, you don't want it, you know I'm not used to owing people, so when Auntie and I went shopping today, I also bought one for you."

  She pulled down his hand that was on her shoulder, her eyelashes slightly trembling, as if something sparkling fell down. "Wait a minute, I'll get it for you."

  "The words of Nie."

  His heavy voice made her footsteps pause.

  "You still haven't answered my question," he said with a self-mocking tone, unsure whether he was ridiculing his own conjecture or mocking himself for being so fixated on this issue.

  He stared at her, not allowing her to refuse, "Nie Zhiyan, what are you escaping from? Because I hit the truth?"

  Nie Zhiyan suddenly felt a pang of discomfort, they used to be good partners, attending self-study sessions together, eating together, playing basketball together, and studying complex geometric shapes together, they had the best memories between them, but in the end, it still came to this.

  He asked her if she liked him, words like that, for them, were really only suitable for joking, but at this moment, it was no longer just a joke.

  What an irony.

  She smiled and was impressed that she could still answer his question easily. "I just remembered my dad, he used to make noodles for me all the time."

  "Lu Yiheng, I don't like you, just as you don't like me."

  She was suddenly pulled into his arms, her vision spinning wildly as the familiar yet strange male scent overwhelmed her, the soft touch on her lips sweeping away all her thoughts, leaving her mind a complete blank, and she instinctively clung to him tightly.

  His eyes had a reflection of lamplight, like small sparks, dim and dense.

  She should have pushed him away, but it seemed as if all her strength had been drained out of her, and she couldn't muster up any energy.

  He tightly wrapped his arms around her, bursting into her lips, almost greedily taking in her breath. She was forced to tilt her head back, enduring his lawless kiss, like a drowning person, powerless to struggle, powerless to resist, and could only numbly cooperate.

  This kiss, just like last time, came suddenly and caught me off guard.

  After all this time, she thought she had forgotten, but it turned out that she still remembered. His breath was the same as last time, faint and clear, like an icy spring.

  In the depths of her mind, it became a dream that she dared not touch, as if conjured up by fantasy. She wanted to forget, but couldn't forget.

  She didn't know how long the kiss lasted, a minute, two minutes or five minutes, until she couldn't breathe anymore, he let her go.

  He stood in front of her, holding her face, forehead to forehead, with an intimate posture, his low and husky voice, unfamiliar and distant.

  He said: "But what can I do? NIE Zhiyan, I love you so much."

  “……”

  "I'm going crazy because I love you."

  The door slammed shut with a "bang", Nie Zhiyan's eyes moved slightly, his body seemed to stiffen, and he mechanically turned around to look at the door. The room door was closed, and Lu Yiheng's figure had disappeared.

  She thought she heard a joke that was so funny it was hilarious, but precisely because it was too funny, she couldn't laugh.