Jiang Shuyi did not hear her response.

After a long time, Wen Yao slowly lowered her head in Jiang Shuyi's embrace, her voice low,

"Let go of me, Jiang Shuyi."

Jiang Shuyi paused for a moment.

She said nothing, only feeling her heart ache slightly. Even though Wen Yao did not push her away, she felt as if she had been forcefully pushed aside.

This was a silent rejection; Wen Yao did not respond to her confession, nor to her plea for her to stay.

It was an answer that had been anticipated long ago, almost as if it were a matter of course.

At the same time, it was a cruel answer, one that she did not want to hear.

Jiang Shuyi felt a slight sting in her eyes.

Actually, Wen Yao, on the surface, seemed polite and humble, but in reality, she was cold and unkind to everyone, never allowing anyone to reach her heart.

Jiang Shuyi scolded her inwardly.

She was a heartless, indifferent egoist!

In another world, she would be a merciless villain, like a capitalist who had mastered core technologies, exploiting others like a venomous snake.

So, her worst offense was—she was special to me.

". . ."

— No, actually, her worst offense was—

— It was that after treating me as someone special, she treated me like everyone else.

— After being so special to me, she always insisted she had no connection to me, always drawing a line between us.

— From the very beginning, she should not have treated me so specially.

— Saying things like she didn't dislike me, saying that spending time with me wasn't that bad.

— Only giving me personal guidance, leaving me with her phone number, hiding my clothes and hugging them to sleep, holding me and not letting go.

— Letting me cling to some futile hope, making me think that perhaps you liked me too.

— Making it hard for me to let go, only to treat me like this......

— Clearly not liking me, yet making me like you more and more......

— So, Wen Yao, you are very cunning.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi held back her tears, but couldn't help but hold Wen Yao more tightly.

". . ."

Wen Yao, with her head down, watched the snowflakes fall from the sky and stayed silent for a while.

In the scent of lemon balm, she unknowingly gripped Jiang Shuyi's clothes.

She closed her eyes briefly, lightly bit her lip, and then, when Jiang Shuyi wasn't paying attention, released her grip without leaving a trace.

After a long time, Wen Yao let out a gentle sigh without drawing attention.

"Jiang Shuyi——"

She repeated in a stern and cold tone,

"Let go of me."

Why did this person always sound like a villain, with a tone that was both cold and fierce?

"......I won't." Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao with a sense of grievance, her eyes wide.

— You pretended not to hear my confession, so I'll pretend I didn't hear anything either. Why should I listen to you?

". . ."

The scent of lemon balm became more intense, and Wen Yao's hands began to tremble slightly.

She moved her throat gently, her voice slightly hoarse as she struggled in Jiang Shuyi's embrace,

"Jiang Shuyi, I warn you not to provoke me..."

Jiang Shuyi did not let go.

Wen Yao couldn't break free from Jiang Shuyi; she could only watch the distant pedestrians, her voice tinged with anger, said:

"I'll give you three seconds, Jiang Shuyi."

— Why does this person always think that these three numbers can control me?

Jiang Shuyi thought unhappily.

Jiang Shuyi, for the first time, put aside her indifference and leaned her chin on Wen Yao's shoulder.

"I won't allow you to go." She sounded very resolute as well.

Wen Yao clenched her teeth and really started counting down those three numbers.

"1——"

Wen Yao's voice was cold and carried an authority that made one dare not resist.

Jiang Shuyi's hand trembled slightly; she was actually a little scared.

After all, this person always used these three numbers to control her.

"2——"

Jiang Shuyi sniffled, feeling very reluctant.

She stubbornly lifted her head from Wen Yao's shoulder, looking directly into Wen Yao's eyes with a sense of grievance.

Wen Yao looked at her, her gaze calm without a ripple, even showing a hint of darkness.

"This is my last warning to you, Jiang Shuyi."

". . ."

Wen Yao took a breath and slowly reached for Jiang Shuyi's tie.

"3——"

Wen Yao's voice dropped coldly.

But as soon as the command "3" left her lips, before Jiang Shuyi could react, Wen Yao pulled down Jiang Shuyi's collar.

What appeared before Jiang Shuyi was Wen Yao's face, as calm and indifferent as always.

She leaned in for a kiss.

It was sudden, carrying a cold, rose-like fragrance.

Soft and gentle, yet warm.

Watching the snow begin to fall more heavily, an emptiness accompanied this kiss, leaving an imprint in Jiang Shuyi's mind.

"Jiang Shuyi."

When they separated, Wen Yao lightly bit Jiang Shuyi's lip, "Your tears are so salty."

". . ." Feeling her lip being gently held, Jiang Shuyi awkwardly wiped the tears that had fallen due to her loosening grip.

She was in a state of confusion, but also overly happy, she felt her heart beating vigorously, almost as if it was going to leap out of her body.

"You..."

Jiang Shuyi kept inhaling deeply, her face flushed as she stammered "you" for a long while, but couldn't finish her thought.

Wen Yao's eyes showed no fluctuations, even lacking a sense of joy. Her expression was serious, as if she were angry.

Jiang Shuyi's throat moved, and she said quietly, a bit embarrassed:

"......You kissed me just now."

Wen Yao looked at her calmly with an expression that seemed to say, 'What nonsense is this idiot saying?'

It seemed like that kiss meant nothing to Wen Yao, just a trivial matter.

Jiang Shuyi gazed at Wen Yao with wide eyes and made an unreasonable request,

"I want more."

". . ." Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi in silence, as if she found it ridiculous, "Are you getting a bit greedy?"

". . .I want more." Jiang Shuyi tugged at Wen Yao's arm and leaned her face closer.

"Not enough."

Jiang Shuyi's face and ears were visibly glowing, looking like a sun that had just risen in the morning.

Seeing Jiang Shuyi about to chirp like a hungry little bird, Wen Yao said nothing.

". . ." She lifted her head and met Jiang Shuyi's eyes, which were so heated that they were almost pitiful with a touch of tears.

So, looking at her like this, Wen Yao, for some reason, reached out again to grasp Jiang Shuyi's tie and pulled her down.

Jiang Shuyi tightened her grip around Wen Yao, savoring the scent of roses, and couldn't help but bite Wen Yao's lip.

Wen Yao closed her eyes for a moment.

She wanted more.

She wanted even more.

Possibly due to overwhelming excitement, Jiang Shuyi unknowingly let tears fall again.

"Don't cry, your tears are very salty."

Jiang Shuyi immediately stopped her tears, afraid that this kiss would leave a bad impression on Wen Yao.

". . ."

After a while, Wen Yao released Jiang Shuyi's tie, and as they parted, her tone was very bland.

"......Can you let go of your hand now?"

Wen Yao turned her head away, no longer looking into her eyes.

"Oh."

Jiang Shuyi let go of her hands and leaned joyfully against Wen Yao.

"Wen Yao, can we do it again?"

Wen Yao turned her head away, as if to express her dissatisfaction and rejection through her silence.

"Again." seeing Wen Yao's reaction, Jiang Shuyi pouted her lips, still tasting the rose flavor lingering on her.

Jiang Shuyi bumped her head against Wen Yao's head, like a child who had just eaten candy and wanted more, "I want more."

". . ." Wen Yao frowned and dodged her head, scolding, "You need to know when to stop."

The snow in the sky slowly began to pile up on the ground, and the surrounding world gradually turned white.

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi seriously, "The snow is getting heavier, it's too cold, we should head back."

Jiang Shuyi pouted, looking at Wen Yao.

Once she finished speaking, she quickly turned her gaze and deftly took off her coat, shaking off the snow, and patted the snow off Wen Yao's head before draping the coat over her shoulders.

Wen Yao glanced at the coat now on her shoulder, momentarily stunned.

Jiang Shuyi sniffed, looking like a big dog wanting a reward, and smiled, "Just one more time."

Seeing Jiang Shuyi's red ears and nose from the cold, Wen Yao found herself speechless.

"Last time." Jiang Shuyi declared.

But after the first time, Jiang Shuyi added:

"That didn't count, just one last time."

Thus, "last time" turned into "second to last time," then into "third to last time"......

She insatiably sought more from Wen Yao, and while Wen Yao seemed serious, she did not reject her.

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By the time Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao returned home, it was already past midnight.

". . ." Jiang Shuyi sniffled.

"Cold, right?" Wen Yao took out a tissue to wipe her nose, "Are you stupid? Why did you have to lend me your coat......"

Wen Yao pushed Jiang Shuyi's shoulder lightly.

"Go take a shower, look at you, you're so cold your nose is running."

Hearing Wen Yao's tone, Jiang Shuyi immediately grabbed Wen Yao's hand with vigilance,

"......You're not going to sneak away while I'm showering, are you?"

If this person slipped away while she wasn't paying attention, it would really be a loss.

Jiang Shuyi was afraid that the kiss just now was only a thing of pity from Wen Yao for herself.

"Go ahead, I won't leave."

Wen Yao crossed her arms, quietly observing Jiang Shuyi.

"Then tell me, your kissing me means...... you also like me, right?" Jiang Shuyi stared at her without moving, asking.

". . ."

Wen Yao blinked, choosing not to answer.

"You didn't deny it, so you must like me." Jiang Shuyi sniffed again.

"Jiang Shuyi," Wen Yao walked to the side, somewhat impatiently, "......you're so noisy."

Jiang Shuyi felt she had gleaned something; 'you're so noisy' was a Wen-style affirmation.

Jiang Shuyi quickly hugged Wen Yao from behind with a smile, "I like you too."

She turned her head to peck the mole on Wen Yao's neck.

Wen Yao's shoulder shuddered.

Even a simple kiss was filled with eagerness and warmth, with a sense of possessiveness and passion.

"I will always like you." Jiang Shuyi nuzzled Wen Yao's cheek.

'Always.'

Wen Yao lingered on that word for a long time; her fingers curled slightly, and something flickered in her eyes.

". . ." Wen Yao let Jiang Shuyi hold her and slowly averted her gaze.

"Mm."

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