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As she stepped out of class, Yuan Qingqing stumbled on the steps and nearly fell.
A pair of hands caught her just in time, gently reminding her to be careful.
The afternoon sun shone perfectly, and beside her stood a handsome young man, his clear eyes holding a hint of a smile.
She knew his name was Wang Fei, the president of the student council in her department.
The first time she saw him was during a speech competition at the department; his unique opening remarks quickly captured her attention. She remembered the faint smile on his face and the warm aura that radiated from him.
"Let's go watch a movie tonight; The Flowers of War is out, and I remember you love director Zhang's films," Wang Fei said naturally as he took Yuan Qingqing's hand, as if they had known each other for a long time, his face adorned with a gentle smile.
"If you're looking to flirt, you've got the wrong target. You can't just touch someone else's girlfriend."
A familiar voice reached her ears, and before Yuan Qingqing could turn around, she was forcefully pulled into a warm embrace, her body pressed against a solid chest.
" Brother Yangfan, don’t you have work today?" His sudden appearance surprised her.
She turned in shock, her eyes reflecting a hint of delight.
"With my girlfriend running off with someone else, what’s the point of going to work?" Ye Yangfan held her tightly from behind, the familiar scent enveloping her and slowly filling the void in his heart.
Yes, it was this scent that had been deeply embedded in his heart for twenty years.
Over the years, no matter how many girlfriends he had or how flirtatious he became, the one he cherished most had always been her. Ye Yangfan closed his eyes slightly, savoring this fragrance.
She deliberately turned her head, pretending not to understand. "With your charm and good looks, who would ever want to abandon you?"
Yuan Qingqing playfully blinked her eyes, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"Of course, it's you, my dear sister and girlfriend, my little lover and future wife. How could you be so cruel as to abandon me?"
Ye Yangfan turned her way, placing his hands on her shoulders to force her to meet his gaze. His hands caressed her cheek gently, tenderly stroking her soft face, his eyes filled with an unprecedented depth of affection, warm and gentle like water.
"Ah, Brother Yangfan, you must be imagining things; you're quite ill." Yuan Qingqing's face flushed bright red like peach blossoms in spring as she lowered her head, struggling to pry his arm from around her shoulders, trying to escape their intimate position. Her hands kept wriggling in resistance.
Ye Yangfan saw right through her thoughts. After a slight smile, he leaned down and boldly kissed her slightly pouting lips, holding her face tightly in his hands.
In a shameless declaration, he was announcing, "This girl belongs to me; outsiders should not covet what is mine."
Ye Yangfan closed his eyes tightly, focusing on the kiss.
Seeing the shock and surprise in her eyes, Ye Yangfan's expression softened and became more beautiful, like a groom kissing his bride at the altar—pure and moving. His gaze was filled with love.
"Qingqing, is this your boyfriend? How come I've never heard anyone mention it before?"
Wang Fei asked in astonishment, looking at the two of them in disbelief.
Although Ye Yangfan was handsome and charming, he exuded a rogue vibe that made him seem like a scoundrel forcefully taking a woman. He looked at them with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Dazed from the kiss, Yuan Qingqing couldn't answer Wang Fei's question; happiness had come so suddenly that she felt a bit lightheaded. Her eyes were glazed, and her body trembled slightly.
"My girlfriend is too shy to speak. Just look at how cute her blushing face is. I had no idea she loved me this deeply. It's only been half a month since we last met, and she's lost so much weight," Ye Yangfan said, finally holding her in his arms. His heart was bursting with joy, and the sweet nonsense he spoke made those listening shiver with delight. A radiant smile lit up his face as he spun Yuan Qingqing around in his embrace.
"Although she looks a bit thin, she feels incredibly soft to the touch, and she's both cute and sexy, like a little wildcat. When she clings to me, I can't bear to let her go. The above statement is purely imaginary."
Yuan Qingqing's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth slightly agape. " Brother Yangfan, you..."
This shameless wolf was up to no good. "Sorry, but we're going on a date now. You can go on your date with The Flowers of War."
Ye Yangfan stylishly scooped Yuan Qingqing up in his arms and dashed off in his Lotus Sports Car, wearing a smug grin.
Every little thing about her had long since woven itself into his heart since childhood, forming a web that would ensnare him no matter how far he tried to run.
Though falling for her brought some minor troubles—her quirky nature would undoubtedly lead to many challenges in his future—it would also make life vibrant and wonderfully colorful.
As Ye Yangfan looked at the Yuan Qingqing in his arms, his eyes were filled with affection.
This little sun was both a punishment and a blessing from heaven for him, the Big Pervert.
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