He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Xueyi's lips suddenly kissed him.

Yang Fei sighed, enveloped the pitiable woman in his arms, and vowed to himself, "I'll take care of her for the rest of my life."

Lin Xueyi had lost Lin Zi and even the hotel.

If Yang Fei were to pull away at this moment, he didn't even know if she could go on living.

Lin Xueyi let go of Yang Fei, gazed at the pitch-black night sky, and suddenly shouted, "Lin Zi, Sister is very happy, do you see?"

Yang Fei couldn't help but laugh and also yelled at the night sky, "Lin Zi, do you see, Sister is very happy."

Lin Xueyi couldn't help but smile, turned around, and cast a white glance at Yang Fei, "Lin Zi won't let you bully me, yet you..."

Having said this, Lin Xueyi was too embarrassed to continue. Her eyes brimmed with warmth and tender affection.

Yang Fei chuckled, "Clearly, Sister Xueyi is the one bullying me. This has nothing to do with me."

At this, Lin Xueyi immediately blushed with embarrassment, pounced on him, and started tickling Yang Fei.

"To punish you for talking nonsense, to punish you for talking nonsense. Lin Zi knows, Sister is not that kind of woman."

Yang Fei laughed and dodged, begging for mercy repeatedly, "Alright, alright, I have wronged Lin Zi. I didn't keep my word, but I know Lin Zi won't blame me."

A few minutes later, Lin Xueyi and Yang Fei exited the ruins one after the other.

Lin Xueyi's cheeks were flushed with a tender redness, gentle like a little lamb.

Yang Fei, on the other hand, was refreshed and triumphantly followed behind.

An indescribable, ineffable affection flowed between them.

Just as they stepped out of the ruins, Lin Xueyi could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

She shook her head repeatedly.

"You are not allowed to tell anyone about what happened today."

Yang Fei looked proud and spirited.

"Sister Xueyi, you don't understand. In the tender spring night, 'people make appointments after the evening twilight'..."

"It's a winter night, a thieves' cold winter night!"

Lin Xueyi shot him an unforgiving glance to correct him.

Yang Fei paused, and continued.

"...the moon rises at the top of the willow, what a romantic and beautiful poetic image."

Lin Xueyi gave him another look, "Is there a moon? There's not even a street light."

Yang Fei grew somewhat exasperated.

"Sister Xueyi, our topic requires a bit of imagination and a romantic sentiment—it's art."

Lin Xueyi instantly laughed.

She was just about to say something when she suddenly saw a figure by the roadside, staring blankly at the ruins.

Lin Xueyi's heart skipped a beat.

Thinking of the ridiculous things she and Yang Fei did in the ruins, she felt somewhat guilty.

Lin Xueyi, using the light, took a quick look at the figure.

She immediately recognized the person: "Liu Chan, what are you doing here?"

Under the streetlight, the figure was a girl.

The girl was plainly dressed, with bangs across her forehead, and a melon-seed face with two bright, twinkling eyes.

Her entire being radiated a kind of demure spiritual energy.

The girl, Liu Chan, hearing someone call out, glanced over here.

She recognized Lin Xueyi and Yang Fei as well.

A look of surprise and delight crossed her pretty face.

"Brother Fei, Sister Xueyi, you really did turn up here."

Lin Xueyi's heart trembled slightly, and she affectionately grabbed Liu Chan by the hand.

"What are you doing out here so late at night?"

Liu Chan's long eyelashes fluttered twice.

Her bright, large eyes took a quick glance at Yang Fei and then immediately averted her gaze.

"Nothing, I was just strolling around, and then I wandered here."

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