Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 179, Section 177: Off-Peak Date
In congested areas, smart people often choose to travel during off-peak hours.

On certain special days, avoiding peak times for dates becomes a matter of self-cultivation for experts.

After a sumptuous dinner, we enjoyed a quiet drink at a bar and strolled around the vast World City Plaza a few times. It was still before nine o'clock.

The night was as dark as ink, and the evening breeze was sweet.

The hustle and bustle of Optics Valley was left far behind. Zhou Mingyuan turned on the ignition, and the black electric scooter carrying the two of them drove along Minzu Avenue.

The dim, yellowish light from the streetlights dappled down, dancing and flowing over him and her.

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"What did you say?"

Zhou Mingyuan vaguely heard a sound behind him.

"It's nothing~"

Zhong Yujun sat in the back seat, slightly tipsy, which made her feel more relaxed and less reserved than when she arrived.

When she arrived, she carefully pinched a bit of fabric at Zhou Mingyuan's waist with her fingertips, trying to straighten her body and lean back, attempting to maintain a reserved distance amidst the swaying.

But now, she has forgotten to maintain social distance, her arms wrapped around the man's waist, the evening breeze making the hem of her clothes flutter.

Hey! Slow down!

The reckless male driver clearly did not control the distance of the changing traffic lights.

Zhou Mingyuan slammed on the brakes at the intersection in front of him, and the wheels locked up within a few meters.

Zhong Yujun gasped softly, her body lunging forward uncontrollably. A soft mass, through her thin long-sleeved T-shirt, crashed solidly into Zhou Mingyuan's warm back.

Both of them froze at the same time.

Zhou Mingyuan tightened his grip on the handlebars, clearly feeling the warmth and softness from behind, and Bai Yueguang's breath caught in her throat.

The evening breeze was cool, but the small spot she was touching felt like it was on fire.

"This isn't my fault, is it?"

"You scared me! Who else is to blame but you?"

"It's clearly the traffic light planning in Jiangcheng that's unreasonable."

The two started arguing as the little fists punched each other on the back.

"Besides, you can sit still if you hold me, right?"

Zhou Mingyuan's voice was quickly carried away by the wind, but it clearly reached Zhong Yujun's ears.

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She didn't speak, but hesitated for a second before her arms, like vines, tentatively wrapped around his waist.

Through his T-shirt, she could feel the firm lines of his waist and abdomen and his body temperature, which was higher than hers.

The sensation under his palm made his heart race, and his fingertips unconsciously curled slightly in front of his lower abdomen.

The electric car restarted, and Zhong Yujun gently turned her head, simply resting half of her cheek against his back.

The evening breeze gradually picked up, and the non-motorized vehicle lane was right next to the green belt, with the air carrying a hint of grass and the scent of damp earth.

Alcohol amplifies our senses, and the flow of time seems to slow down and lengthen.

Zhong Yujun narrowed her starry eyes slightly.

The air was filled with the low hum of electric scooter motors, the rustling of leaves, and the calls of street vendors, but in my mind, one sound grew clearer and clearer, gradually drowning out everything else.
It actually came from Zhou Mingyuan's chest cavity, just inches away.

Boom, boom, boom.

The steady, powerful heartbeat, penetrating her tightly pressed back, struck her eardrums, melting into her blood and flowing back into her heart.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she could even feel the rise and fall of the man's chest with each breath.

"You've learned to use perfume too?"

After applying the patches, Zhong Yujun's sense of smell also came into play.

"What's so strange about that?"

"You never used to use that!"

"Nonsense, men dress up for those they love. I wasn't this vain before. Besides, high school boys always make themselves smell nice. I'm afraid Old Yang will call my parents."

"Hahaha~ So why are you being so vain now?"

I won't tell you.

Zhou Mingyuan straightened his back, turned his head slightly, and tried to sense the direction of the wind.

But he happened to catch Zhong Yujun's warm breath, which carried a hint of sweet alcohol, as it brushed lightly against his earlobe and the hollow of his neck.

Like a feather as thin as a cicada's wing, it brushes against people's hearts repeatedly.

"today."

Zhong Yujun's voice came from behind, softer and nasal than ever before, adding a touch of coquettishness to her voice.

"Hmm?" "Today's wine seems different from what I usually drink."

She rubbed her cheek against his back, just like a clingy kitten.

"Two drinks and you're already intoxicated?"

"I'm not drinking with you next time, you little idiot."

Zhou Mingyuan smiled and spoke very softly, just enough for both of them to hear.

Cocktails and beer not only taste different, but their alcohol content and overall experience are also worlds apart, with cocktails being known for their lingering, powerful kick.

Don't be fooled by Zhong Yujun's ability to drink two bottles of beer without batting an eye; the same logic applies to cocktails.

People who aren't used to drinking it will immediately feel the effects of a cold breeze.

"They didn't say they were drunk."

She muttered a rebuttal under her breath, but tightened her arms around his waist, as if she could draw strength from it to fight off the alcohol and her panic.

"The breeze feels so nice, I'm feeling a bit sleepy."

Her voice gradually drew out, as if she were talking to herself.

Zhou Mingyuan didn't say anything more, but quietly turned the handle to the bottom, letting the evening breeze freely caress his face.

Nanhu University is just around the corner.

Driving along the long Xueyuan Road, a narrow path with flowing yellow lights, with groups of college students and the occasional glimpse of a milk tea shop window on both sides.

It was as if the whole world consisted only of him and her, and this little electric car speeding under the streetlights.

The dappled light and shadow flashed by quickly, and in the interplay of light and shadow, the sound of heartbeats surprisingly resonated.

"Haven't you hugged me enough yet?"

The familiar dormitory of the School of Management, the familiar dim building lights, the familiar night view and alley.

The electric scooter came to a stop downstairs, and the inertia caused Zhong Yujun's arms to tighten again, making her feel as if she were falling onto him.

Zhou Mingyuan kept his grip on the handlebars, turned his head with a smile, and teased.

"How come your skin is getting thicker and thicker!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yujun loosened her arms as if she had been electrocuted, her fingertips tracing the fabric of his T-shirt at his waist. She felt a little dizzy, and her cheeks flushed instantly.

But the momentum only intensified, and when I landed, my body swayed uncontrollably, and I almost lost my balance.

"You can't even stand up straight, and you say you're not drunk?"

Zhou Mingyuan, who was standing next to her, instinctively reached out and put his arm around her shoulder.

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Zhong Yujun almost fell into the man's arms, subconsciously tilting her chin up and looking at him with her misty eyes.

The glow of the streetlights gently fell on Zhou Mingyuan's profile, making his features appear exceptionally sharp.

His palm pressed against the center of his collarbone, the scalding heat penetrating through a thin layer and clearly imprinted on his skin.

Our eyes met, and my heart suddenly started pounding.

"Um, I'm leaving now."

Zhou Mingyuan cleared his slightly dry throat, politely and gentlemanly parked his electric scooter, and then helped Zhong Yujun all the way to the dormitory building.

"Okay, ride slowly."

"Bye~"

"Bye-Bye!"

Zhong Yujun felt a sudden emptiness in a certain spot, her cheeks burning hot, and her mind a complete mess. She waved her hand and watched Zhou Mingyuan turn away.

"Zhou Mingyuan!"

After creating a small distance, the girl suddenly raised her voice.

The electric car, which had just started, came to a stop in the same spot again.

"I have another question."

Zhong Yujun raised her head, glanced at him quickly, then lowered her eyes again, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

"You said."

"Was the landlord's cat's new song written for me?"

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Zhou Mingyuan leaned forward slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing. His gaze lingered on her lowered eyes and reddened ear tips for a few seconds before he whispered.

"of course."

"My ideal childhood sweetheart."

(End of this chapter)