Forced into a romantic relationship

The midday sun in autumn is not scorching; it simply envelops everything gently.

The sky was a clear blue, with a few wisps of thin clouds floating by, like cotton wool that someone had casually torn apart, hanging lightly high above.

Outside the venue, a dense crowd had already gathered. From above, the crowd looked like countless tiny streams flowing in from all directions, eventually forming a boiling ocean in front of the massive building.

Amidst this bustling sea of ​​activity, Han Zhou, Zhong Yin, and others sat down at a stall and ate lunch.

As the two had arranged beforehand, they gave the remaining three lunch boxes to Liu Shiyue, Zhang Yang, and Xiao Yixia respectively, and the two of them naturally indicated that they would eat the remaining lunch box together.

it is as expected……

In the past, Zhang Yang might have felt a pang of sadness, but recalling his conversation with Han Zhou not long ago, he simply assumed that Zhong Yin was in a hurry.

The other party is eager to see her angry and jealous, which is why they are pressing her so relentlessly.

Clearly, Zhong Yin has completely lost her composure and will probably try other ways to pressure me, but that's okay. What I need to do now is wait patiently until the other party loses patience first.

Sun Chengshuang said that in a relationship, the one who confesses first is the loser. Only when Zhong Yin takes the initiative to confess can he completely conquer this proud and arrogant woman and win her heart.

So he wasn't in a hurry, not at all.

Liu Shiyue had long suspected that Zhang Yang might have some NTR tendencies. Since he clearly had no chance, wouldn't it have been better for him to leave sooner? Instead, he insisted on watching other couples show their affection with a look of utter infatuation. She didn't know what was wrong with him.

She was already disgusted by his reaction when he saw Zhong Yin and her boyfriend pinching each other's cheeks, but now, seeing the two of them eating the same lunch, and instead of feeling uncomfortable, he was smiling with a look of satisfaction and radiance, which made her feel even more disgusted. She quickly picked up a chair and put a good distance between herself and him.

At the same time, Han Zhou and Zhong Yin stared into deep thought at the last pair of chopsticks in front of them.

Although they had made up their minds to eat the same meal, they both initially thought that each of them would have their own pair of chopsticks.

"What should we do? How can we eat with only one pair of chopsticks?" Zhong Yin asked in a low voice.

"How about we each take a chopstick and eat it with our mouths sticking out?" Han Zhou suggested thoughtfully.

"Get lost. You can stick vegetables on a stick to eat, but how do you stick rice on a stick?"

"Then you use the tip of the chopsticks, and I'll use the end, one bite each?"

"Then we're probably going to be eating until evening."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"You said."

"You said."

"No, you tell me."

"No, you should say it."

"..."

"...Let me explain."

Xiao Yixia couldn't stand it anymore. She had been watching these two bickering all morning and felt that even kindergarten children were more mature than them. Now she just wanted this childish argument to end as soon as possible.

She rarely had such a headache, so much so that she couldn't be bothered to continue pretending to be that pitiful little girl. She said in a light tone, "Since you're a couple, why don't you each take chopsticks and feed the other while you eat? Wouldn't that be better?"

To avoid further arguing about who should hold the chopsticks, she simply got up, walked to the table, picked up the chopsticks, and placed them in Han Zhou's hand. "You're a man, can you stop being so indecisive?"

Upon hearing this, Han Zhou nearly coughed up blood, and asked in a daze, "Are you sure?"

His indecisiveness stemmed from two reasons: first, he feared being retaliated against by Zhong Yin later; second, he suddenly realized that Xiao Yixia was right in front of him. Pretending to be a couple with Zhong Yin in front of her was no different from being a necromancer in person, and he might even face retribution from Yixia in the future. That's why he became more restrained.

But since Xiao Yixia doesn't mind, he has no choice but to go all out.

Even if Yixia asks him in the future, he can confidently answer, "You're the one who made me do it."

Xiao Yixia gave him a deep look, then left with her lunchbox.

She knew that Zhong Yin couldn't see her face, and she was too lazy to listen to their childish "Come here" conversation anymore, so she chose a seat that was relatively far away from them.

"What's wrong with this child all of a sudden? I feel like she's become a completely different person," Zhong Yin asked, looking at Xiao Yixia's retreating figure.

"That's how people are; they're different in the morning, noon, and evening."

Han Zhou gave a perfunctory reply, picked up his chopsticks, scooped up a mouthful of rice, then picked up a piece of meat and held it to Zhong Yin's mouth, letting out a drawn-out "Ah."

Zhong Yin blushed slightly, clearly no longer interested in asking about Xiao Yixia's matter, and said somewhat awkwardly, "There's your saliva on my chopsticks, how am I supposed to eat?"

"Once you eat this piece of meat, your saliva will be on your chopsticks, then we'll be even, right?"

Without any restraint, Han Zhou reverted to his usual shameless self, uttering such a brazen and shameless statement with a straight face.

But Zhong Yin actually listened to him, whispered "That makes sense," and then opened her mouth and put the meat in her mouth, her face turning red.

"Is it good?" Han Zhou asked. "You...you'll know once you try it yourself..."

Perhaps because it was her first time experiencing being fed by a boy, Zhong Yin's voice became much weaker, and she lowered her head slightly, appearing somewhat shy.

Only at this moment did she finally understand why sharing a meal was something only couples could do.

As the saying goes, a young girl's blush is more beautiful than anything else. Han Zhou found Sister Yin to be inexplicably cute at this moment, and his heart fluttered slightly. He actually picked up a piece of meat and tasted it, then pretended to comment, "Delicious, a feast for the eyes."

He had forgotten that the idiom "beauty is food for the eyes" did not exist in this world, but Zhong Yin could still easily understand the meaning of the word. When she thought that the other party had swallowed her saliva before saying this, the girl's face instantly turned even redder.

To stop him from teasing her further, she whispered, "Hurry up and feed me, I'm hungry."

However, because the tone was so soft and gentle, the words sounded exactly like a coquettish pout.

Han Zhou never imagined that he would hear Sister Yin acting cute towards him. The huge contrast stirred his heart, and he fed her several mouthfuls of food.

"No, please don't keep feeding me, I can't take any more..."

Zhong Yin didn't know if Han Zhou was doing it on purpose. He hadn't even finished chewing one bite of rice before putting the next one in his mouth. She couldn't help but puff out her cheeks and glare at him, saying indistinctly, "You should eat too."

Han Zhou then remembered that he was also hungry, and immediately shoveled several mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

Zhong Yin got anxious: "Don't eat it all by yourself, I want some too!"

After saying that, he quickly opened his mouth, looking as if he was afraid of being taken advantage of.

Han Zhou was both amused and exasperated, so they simply took turns eating, one bite at a time, and the two of them slowly finished the food in the lunchbox.

Sometimes when he eats Sichuan peppercorns, Zhong Yin will tap him on the head to make him see them more clearly, but if he eats meat hidden in his rice, she will beam with joy and praise his improved feeding skills.

She would occasionally ask him if he was tired of using chopsticks like that, and if he wanted her to take over.

Time seemed to slow down suddenly.

The sky was a bluish-green, like a duck eggshell, with a gentle autumn breeze and drifting clouds.

Occasionally, a flock of geese would glide by diagonally, their traces as faint as ink brushed across rice paper.

The surrounding area was filled with a bustling crowd and pairs of eyes, some curious and some surprised, but none of it seemed to concern the two people sitting in front of the stall.

In fact, Zhong Yin was quite nervous at first with so many people watching, but seeing that Han Zhou didn't care at all and even had the mood to joke, she gradually calmed down.

"Sun Wukong."

"Ok?"

Have you ever thought about becoming a star?

"No."

"why?"

Because once a celebrity is caught cheating, the consequences are far more than just a social media disaster...

Han Zhou thought to himself, but said aloud, "Because I'm not good at any of the following: singing, dancing, rapping, or basketball."

"Do you have to be good at basketball to become a star?" Zhong Yin asked, puzzled.

"No, that's not true. Not being good at it might actually make you more popular... But why would you suddenly ask that?"

Zhong Yin rested her chin on her hand, opened her mouth to take the food being fed to her, and smiled brightly: "Because you have a thick skin and are good-looking. I heard that people with thick skin are suitable to be stars."

"You're not bad either," Han Zhou said with a smile.

Zhong Yin was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Right? I'm still pretty good-looking, aren't I?"

Han Zhou shook his head slightly and said seriously, "Being able to enjoy being fed by others in front of so many people is quite a test of one's self-esteem."

Zhong Yin's face darkened.

Before Zhong Yin could get angry, Han Zhou quickly shoved another mouthful of rice into her mouth and changed the subject, saying, "Sister Yin, our tactics don't seem to be working very well. Your classmate doesn't seem to be reacting at all."

The two fed each other for almost half an hour. Many onlookers exclaimed that they were full of dog food, but Zhang Yang remained as steady as a mountain, with a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all.

Zhong Yin didn't even bother to look back at Zhang Yang, but for some reason, when she saw the almost empty lunchbox on the table, she suddenly felt that it was a good thing that this guy was here today.

"It seems he still doesn't believe we're a couple..."

She opened her mouth, took the last piece of meat that Han Zhou had picked up, and slammed her hand on the table, looking fierce.

"Since he doesn't believe us, let's keep acting until he does!" (End of Chapter)