On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

The touch of Su Yuqing's delicate skin still lingered on Chen Mo's fingertips as he withdrew his hand.

Su Yuqing felt a burning sensation where his fingertips had touched her, and her heart trembled as well.

She lowered her eyelashes in a panic, staring at her toes, feeling the oxygen in the entire cabin thin out, and her cheeks burning hot.

The atmosphere was subtle and sweet.

Neither of them spoke, but the silence was not awkward.

The cockpit continued to climb to its highest point, with only faint mechanical sounds and their clearly audible breathing filling the air.

Su Yuqing quietly raised her eyes and saw Chen Mo's profile reflected in the windowpane—he was also gazing at her from the reflection, his gaze focused and filled with gentle warmth.

Chen Mo, caught peeping, did not look away; instead, the smile on his lips deepened in the reflection of the glass.

This unspoken, knowing gaze, discovered in silence, is more captivating than any words.

Su Yuqing felt her blood rush to her heart, surging and pounding in her chest, a sweetness mixed with shyness rising like bubbles.

She hurriedly looked away, staring at the crowd outside the window that was getting smaller and smaller, trying to calm her racing heart, but a small, sweet smile involuntarily curved her lips.

The cockpit quickly reached its highest point, and the whole world seemed to be put on slow pause.

The amusement park below is miniature into a colorful model, while the distant city silhouette appears exceptionally soft in the halo of light.

The hustle and bustle of the park faded into distant, indistinct background noise, with only the faint creaking of the machinery making the tranquility of this small space seem even more profound.

Sunlight poured down from the glass dome, casting a hazy golden glow around the two of them.

Tiny dust particles floated in the air, dancing silently in the beams of light.

"So beautiful..." Su Yuqing murmured softly, her voice exceptionally clear in the quiet cabin, tinged with a barely perceptible tremor.

This beauty is not just the view outside the window, but also the overwhelming sense of excitement and tranquility that fills my heart at this moment.

She felt as if she and Chen Mo were suspended at the top of the world, gently enveloped by sunlight and an indescribable warmth.

Chen Mo's gaze did not linger entirely on the view outside the window.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Su Yuqing's profile, which was kissed by the sunlight.

The fine downy hairs were clearly visible, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the light, trembling slightly and revealing the unease in her heart.

He saw her delicate nose and her rosy lips, which were slightly pursed due to nervousness or shyness.

"Hmm..." His voice was deep and gentle, even more magnetic than usual, his gaze fixed on her face, "She is very beautiful."

It's unclear whether this exclamation of "beautiful" was in response to the scenery outside the window or in description of the person in front of them.

Su Yuqing felt his burning gaze, and the temperature on her cheeks rose instead of falling.

She instinctively wanted to turn her head to look at him, but was afraid of meeting those eyes that made her heart race uncontrollably.

Su Yuqing almost held her breath.

The eye contact reflected in the glass just now, and the lingering warmth of his fingertips brushing against my earlobe, were like pebbles thrown into a lake, stirring up layers of ripples that could not be calmed.

The intense throbbing in her chest still made her almost afraid to turn her head to look at him, and she could only stare intently at the magnificent cityscape outside the window to hide her panic. She could clearly hear her own heart pounding like a drumbeat, one beat after another, striking her eardrums in the small space.

The sweet dizziness did not dissipate with the high altitude; on the contrary, it intensified with the weightlessness felt during the brief pause at the highest point.

The whole world unfolded beneath her feet, but her senses were focused solely on the person so close to her—his warm body temperature, the clean, sun-kissed scent of him mixed with a faint fragrance of soap, and the gentle, focused look in his eyes as he brushed her hair together… Every detail was magnified infinitely, converging into a warm current that made her fingertips tingle slightly.

Su Yuqing's fingers nervously twisted the hem of her clothes, unsure of what to do.

Chen Mo's state was not as calm as it appeared.

He sat there, seemingly relaxed leaning back in his chair, but in reality, the muscles in his shoulders and back were somewhat tense.

The lingering delicate touch on my fingertips felt like it was electrified, a tingling sensation that spread all the way to my heart.

Outside the window was a vast and picturesque view, but his peripheral vision and his entire mind were uncontrollably occupied by the small figure beside him.

Her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a startled butterfly. Her cheeks were still flushed with an intoxicating blush. Her small nose and her slightly pursed, moist red lips... Every subtle change in her expression tickled his heart like a feather.

My throat tightened, and an unprecedented, intense longing surged through my blood—a desire to get closer, even closer, to become even closer…

Chen Mo had never felt so nervous or in such a state before.

Chen Mo's fingers curled slightly, his knuckles almost touching her waist.

He could clearly feel Su Yuqing's stiffness and tension; the subtle trembling transmitted through him like an electric current, and it also disrupted the rhythm of his own heartbeat.

The urge to burst forth with hormones and the tenderness of wanting to protect her and not wanting to frighten her were locked in a fierce internal battle.

Her shyness was so obvious, like a flower bud about to bloom; he both longed to touch it and feared disturbing this fragile beauty.

Ultimately, the sentiment of cherishing the sentiment prevailed.

He slowly, almost imperceptibly, withdrew his hand that was about to reach out, and simply placed it lightly on his knee, his fingertips slightly curled, as if he were suppressing something.

His hand, which was resting on his knee, twitched slightly, but ultimately remained still.

Su Yuqing keenly noticed this subtle movement.

She couldn't tell whether she felt relieved or felt a subtle sense of loss that she herself hadn't even noticed.

But what followed was a deeper, warmer feeling.

He noticed her nervousness and chose to restrain himself.

This careful respect and thoughtfulness touched her heart more than any direct physical contact; the sweetness mixed with emotion almost overflowed from her eyes.

"Legend has it that if you make a wish at the highest point of the Ferris wheel... your wish will come true." Chen Mo swallowed, moistening his throat, which had just become so dry that he could no longer speak.

His voice broke the almost melting silence.

Su Yuqing, whose heart had been in her throat for a long time, gradually calmed down.

She sensed that in that moment, besides some unprecedented contact, perhaps even some important words were about to reach her ears. She felt a mixture of joy, anticipation, and a touch of bewildered trepidation. (End of Chapter)